"The sword tablet is set up by Zhang Zhenren, the patriarch of my Wudang faction, who comes to my Wudang faction to worship the mountain, whether it is a prince or a nobleman or a senior master, must hand over the weapons he brings with him to the sword tablet!"

"This is the iron law of my martial arts! If you want to go up the mountain, you must untie the sword. If you don't untie the sword, you will go down the mountain!" The "Taoist" looked proud, and he didn't notice that Zhang Wuji's face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

"What nonsense! Don't retreat!" Zhang Wuji was afraid that this guy would say something ugly. If it really annoys Qin Feng. Then the entire Wudang Mountain is probably really a chicken and a dog.

"Who are you!How dare you deny my decision as the ancestor of Wudang!" The Taoist priest frowned and glanced sideways at this ignorant boy.

"You are not from my Wudang faction!" Zhang Wuji is not a fool, this person's words just now are enough to make him suspicious, and when he sees himself, he doesn't know himself, which is even more problematic.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you pretending to be my Wudang disciple!" Zhang Wuji took a step forward, and directly reached out and pinched the man's inch, and his five fingers were as if a vise had clamped the python's seven inches.

"Bastard, let go! let go! Someone's coming! Someone is going to break through the mountain gate!" The man's face changed suddenly, and he struggled to break free, but it was a pity that Zhang Wuji's kung fu was the number one in the entire rivers and lakes, and naturally he would not easily break free.

"Brush, brush, brush!" A series of sounds of drawing swords from their sheaths sounded, and a group of sturdy and fierce Daoists wearing ill-fitting Dao robes rushed over.

"I said Mowgli boy, you make a move or I'll make a move!" Shan Xiongzhong grinned. There was also a look of eagerness on his face.

"Don't work hard Big Brother to waste your heart, these people actually dare to pretend to be my Wudang disciples! I must take action in this matter!" Zhang Wuji's figure had already rushed out and stretched out his hand. One of them's sword had already fallen into his hand.

Tai Chi swordsmanship, one move after another. The sword light flickered, but in just a few breaths, there were people on the ground who were wailing.

"Say, who are you? Why are you pretending to be my Wudang disciple, and what happened to my Wudang faction?" asked Zhang Wuji with his long sword across a person's neck.

"Hehe, kill me, kill me, you won't live!" the man was quite stubborn, and he didn't beg for mercy.

"Look for death!" Zhang Wuji is not a good man or a woman, and he waved the long sword in his hand. A man's head has already rolled down.

"Your Majesty!" Zhang Wuji turned his head to look at Qin Feng.

"Don't worry, it's from Yuan Ting!" Qin Feng nodded, "With Zhang Zhenren's ability." I believe that unless the Yuan Court is overwhelmed by a large army, other small means that cannot be put on the table will not have much impact on Zhang Zhenren!"

"Let's go! I have a hunch that we will see our old friend again this time!" Qin Feng showed a smile on his face and took the lead towards the top of the mountain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know who you are? The family teacher is entertaining guests! Please wait a while!" Several of Zhang Sanfeng's disciples basically went to Guangming Ding, and the entire Wudang elite basically followed.

Today's Wudang Mountain is only left with Yu Daiyan paralyzed in bed. And two or three cats.

Just now, the senior monks of Shaolin came to visit Zhang Sanfeng. Now the group of people in front of him, Zhang Sanfeng, naturally didn't have time to come to receive him, so he could only let Yu Daiyan, who was paralyzed in bed, come over.

"This is the lord of my Great Qin!Qin Feng, King of Qin!" Zhao Min looked quite heroic in disguise as a man, Ah Da stood up directly, pointed at Zhao Min and said.

"I came to the Wudang faction this time because I have something important to talk to Zhang Zhenren, the patriarch of your faction!"

"I'm really sorry! Just now, a Shaolin monk came to find a master to discuss important matters, and I invite you to sit less!" Yu Daiyan arched his hand: "Tong'er!

"Yes!" Immediately, several young Dao boys walked out, holding tea trays in their hands.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" the group sat down and tasted tea. It took about a cup of tea. An old voice sounded, and an old man with white hair but strong spirit walked out of the inner hall and came to the Zhenwu Hall.

"I don't know that Emperor Qin of Great Qin is coming. The old way is far away, atonement for sins!" Zhang Sanfeng waved the floating dust in his hand, his voice was not loud, but everyone in the entire Zhenwu Hall heard it clearly.

"Zhang Zhenren!" the folding fan in Zhao Min's hand snapped together, "Under Qin Feng!, I've seen Zhang Zhenren!"

"Your Majesty is too polite! It's just an old man! What kind of real person!" Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, and his voice felt a little vanity.

"He's injured!" Zhao Min is a person who is as careful as a hair, Zhang Sanfeng's slightly vague voice was not heard by others, but she caught it. The heart that was originally a little worried was also put in the stomach.

"I came here this time to discuss something with Zhang Zhenren!" Zhao Min arched his hand.

"People outside the square!I don't know what can help Emperor Qin!" Zhang Sanfeng's brows couldn't help but furrow a little, Qin Feng he hadn't seen before. But I've also heard Zhang Wuji describe some of them.

There is a certain difference between the person in front of him and Zhang Wuji's description. Zhang Sanfeng looked at it carefully for a while, and Zhao Min's extravagance did not seem to be a fake, so he could only politely refuse.

"Hehe! Zhang Zhenren's martial arts are unique in the world. Naturally, it can help me a little!" Zhao Min smiled.

"Please also make it clear to Your Majesty!"

"Mingjiao!" Zhao Min went straight to the point.

"Mingjiao?" Zhang Sanfeng frowned and was puzzled.

"The six major sects have already sent people to besiege the Bright Peak, could it be that something unexpected happened?"

"That's right! There are high-ranking people in the Ming Sect who have surrendered to the Yuan Court!, so the siege of Guangming Ding is naturally a failure!" Zhao Min shook the folding fan in his hand.

"Then I don't know what Your Majesty means?" Zhang Sanfeng was a little worried about his apprentice.

"Since the Ming Sect has taken refuge in Meng Yuan, there is no need for it to exist! Zhang Zhenren is a figure like Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and I hope that Zhang Zhenren can call on fellow martial artists in the world to kill the people in the Demon Sect. Fight against Meng Yuan together!"

"What a fight against Meng Yuan!" Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, a loud shout had already come in from outside the hall. The sound was like thunder. Rolling on. Reverberated throughout the hall.

"Shan Xiongzhong!" as soon as he heard the voice. As soon as Zhao Min bit his silver teeth, his eyes immediately changed. His face also became a little ugly.

"Master!" The second elder of Xuan Ming approached Zhao Min with a cold face.

"Hahaha! Lord Zhao Min, it seems that you and my lord are really destined to marry in the previous life! We have only met again in a few days, and my position as the Empress of Great Qin is still vacant! Or you will get it from my lord!"

A figure flashed. After the voice fell, I saw a reckless man with blood-red hair and a big knife in the door panel standing in the Zhenwu Hall.