Almost at the same time as Zhang Huban appeared, the thin old Taoist who was spitting out and cultivating also opened his eyes as if he was aware of it, and when he saw Zhang Huban's face changed slightly, his tone was slightly majestic and shouted: "Who are you? You are not my Wudang Taoist, how did you appear here?"

"I'm not a Taoist in Wudang?" Zhang Huban smiled dumbly: "In this way, you are a Taoist in Wudang?" The Wudang Taoist priest next to him will not talk about it for the time being, let me ask you, have you ever seen the Sanfeng Patriarch?"

The thin old man who stood up couldn't help frowning when he heard Zhang Huban's words: "Patriarch Sanfeng was a person hundreds of years ago, and he has already passed away, how can I have the fate to meet you?

"Poor Dao Yunming, studied under Zhang Zhenren. This time, I was ordered by my master to travel down the mountain," Zhang Huban smiled and looked at the thin old Taoist.

"What?" glaring at the thin old Dao on the shore of Zhang Lake, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "Okay, you are a slippery Taoist, you dare to make fun of my Sanfeng Patriarch, are you bullying me Wudang no one?

The thin old man who spoke was a sword that grabbed the sword and put it aside, and with a sonorous sound, he pulled the sword out of the sheath and stabbed straight towards Zhang Hu.

Seeing this, Zhang Huban, who frowned slightly, turned sideways, reached out and grabbed the wrist of the thin old man like lightning, and twisted his wrist, and inserted the sword in his hand back into the scabbard. Immediately, under the frightened and unbelievable gaze of the thin old man, Zhang Huban flew directly into the air with him.

With the sound of the whistling wind, but in a moment, Zhang Huban had already arrived at the Yuzhen Palace with a thin old road, and flew through a path surrounded by green bamboos, easily passing through an ancient wall and disappearing.

In fact, it was just a seal of Taoism, and the ancient wall was just a trick set up to avoid surprise tourists.

Although the Taoist priest who set up the formation should also have a lot of cultivation, but for Zhang Huban, this kind of formation is like a child's game, how can he stop him?

When he was flying up the cliff before, Zhang Huban clearly felt that nearly a hundred strong and weak energies came out from behind the Yuzhen Palace, and the familiar energy fluctuations were the mana fluctuations cultivated by the Wudang Immortal Jue, and it was obviously some of the predecessors of the Wudang Sect who had surpassed the innate level and really stepped into the ranks of cultivators.

Of course, these so-called masters are still just some disciples and grandchildren for Zhang Huban. After all, he studied under Zhang Sanfeng, and in terms of seniority, he was not too high! Moreover, those senior brothers on the shore of Zhang Huzhou had already died more than 20 years ago.

After passing through the ancient wall, what appeared in front of Zhang Lake was a huge garden full of all kinds of rare and exotic herbs and precious medicinal materials. In the center of the garden, there is a path that leads to a simple Taoist temple in the distance. In front of the Taoist temple, there are two young Taoist priests with a broom and slowly sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door.

"Senior Brother in Charge?" Seeing that the thin old Taoist was pulled by Zhang Huban and flew over, the two young Taoist priests couldn't help but hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Who are you?

On the shore of Zhang Lake, where he landed like a leaf, he put down the thin old Taoist at will, and ignored him who stumbled like a soft footstep and almost fell down, and his face was still a little pale, but he looked at the two young Taoist priests who looked quite young with interest: "Not bad, yes, but you already have innate cultivation in your thirties, and your talent is not bad, no wonder you can be arranged here to cultivate." ”

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?" Seeing Zhang Huban tell their real age in one mouthful, the two of them couldn't help but change their faces.

Being able to hold Ziyin Daoist hostage, ignore the prohibitions outside and enter here, and can also see their true age and strength at a glance, Zhang Huban now gives them only four words, that is, unfathomable.

"I'm Wudang, there are still a few masters!" Zhang Huban, who ignored them, instead looked up at the Taoist temple in front of him, and a trace of an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a surging and terrifying aura spread, which seemed to be much more powerful and vast than the ordinary Jindan monk's breath. Zhang Huban, who cultivated Xinghao's heart technique, although he was still only at the Jindan level, his mana was obviously much purer than that of ordinary Jindan monks.

With this surging aura swept away like a wave, soon one by one Taoist priests with fairy wind Dao bones and white hair walked out of the Taoist temple.

If some elders in the outside world saw these Taoist priests at this time, they would definitely be extremely shocked. Because every Taoist priest here, except for a few who are dedicated to pure cultivation, has hardly left Wudang Mountain, and the others are all characters who used to be well-known in the martial arts, and then slowly withdrew from the rivers and lakes and disappeared.

There are many of them, all of them are one or two hundred years old, just because of their good talent, they are lucky to break through the innate and enter the qi period, and they have been able to have a longevity of about two hundred years. As for the infant stage, they didn't dare to think about it.

After these old Taoist priests of the immortal wind Dao bones appeared, a full nine figures appeared from the Taoist temple, causing the old Taoist priests to respectfully step aside and let them come to the forefront.

The moment the nine figures appeared, Zhang Huban couldn't help but look at them with bright eyes. I saw that most of the nine people looked relatively young, like middle-aged people in their thirties and forties. Even if he looks old, he is still like a crane with a childish face, and his bearing is far from being comparable to those old Taoist priests before.

"Where did Daoist friends come from, I don't know why they want to trespass on my Wudang and bully my juniors?" The first crane-haired, slightly rich, and extraordinary old Taoist squinted at Zhang Huban and asked.

Seeing this, Zhang Huban nodded secretly, and said with a smile: "Poor Dao Yunming, from the fairyland on the Flying Cliff, I came from the fairyland on the Flying Cliff, and traveled down the mountain on the order of the family teacher Zhang Zhenren. ”

"What?" Hefa Tong Yan Fu Old Dao, and some other old Taoist priests couldn't help but change their faces, and looked at Zhang Huban in astonishment, obviously not expecting to get such an explanation.

After reacting, the crane hair with an obviously solemn face was rich and old-fashioned, and couldn't help but say solemnly: "What is the proof?"

"I guess you're all familiar with it, right?" Zhang Huban raised his hand to signal, and an antique ring suddenly appeared on his finger, with a picture of a hundred birds singing in fine detail on it.

Seeing that ring, the crane-haired boy Yan Fu Lao Dao's eyes suddenly turned red with excitement, his mouth trembled a little, and he knelt down directly in front of Zhang Huban: "Disciple Kongqing to meet Uncle Xiao!"

"Disciple to meet Uncle Xiao (Uncle Tai Shi Ancestor)!" Immediately after, all the Taoist priests behind the old Dao of Kongqing knelt down.

The ring on Zhang Huban's hand is the highest token of Wudang, the Qiankun ring, which is a superb storage magic weapon, and it can also be used as a Qiankun circle to attack when it becomes larger.

From the day when Kongqing and the others officially became cultivators from the day they stepped into the Qi period from their congenital primiture, their master would tell them very solemnly that the Qiankun Ring was the highest token of Wudang, and that having the Qiankun Ring was the real head of the Wudang faction, and the head of the Wudang faction in the secular world was completely two levels.

It's just that the Qiankun ring has not been handed down, and it has always been worn in Zhang Sanfeng's hands. Even, Kong Qing and other people with relatively high seniority in the Wudang faction have seen their ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, and they have also seen Zhang Sanfeng wearing this Qiankun ring on his hand.