"My name is Chen Dong'er, and I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect. Who are you, and why are you bullying the weak here?"

"Chen Dong'er? Old Meng, what about you?" Several people looked sideways at Meng Wenlei, he was the master of Tianmen Hall in Henan Province, and he was the first in the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

Meng Wenlei closed his eyes and pondered, then opened his eyes again and said suspiciously: "I haven't heard of this young man's name, but will this little doll be teasing us?"

"How?"

"Are you old and deaf, didn't you hear him say that he was a disciple of the Wudang Sect?" Meng Wenlei's face seemed to be shocked and suspicious, unpredictable.

He clicked on this, and a few people around him who didn't react immediately understood.

The founding patriarch of the Wudang faction is Zhang Sanfeng, and there are seven disciples in a generation of founding disciples, known as the Wudang Seven Heroes.

These two generations of disciples are Xuan Cong Xuanxu, Zhang Sanfeng travels the rivers and lakes, Shenlong sees the head and does not see the end, no one knows where he is, as for the so-called broken void outside Ganzhou City, I have not seen it with my own eyes, and it is difficult to decide whether to believe or not.

In other words, if what this young man who calls himself Chen Dong'er is true, then he should be Zhang Sanfeng's apprentice, according to his generation, that is, Xuan Cong's uncle.

A young man in his twenties at most is an elder to an old man in his sixties and seventies, how can he sound wrong.

A few people want to say whether they believe it or not, this Chen Dong'er's Tai Chi is sophisticated, and one move and one style is obviously true. But if you want to believe it, although Zhang Sanfeng is playing in the world, it won't be like this... Didn't you slip away? Isn't accepting such an apprentice to add to the blockage of your own group of apprentices?

"If he sees the affairs of our Tianmen, he can't keep him alive, one is to kill two and slaughter, why do you want to do so much? Su Zhusheng sneered and stretched out his hand: "Brothers, go together, take care of him, and then talk about other things." ”

"Reasonable!"

"That's it. ”

The six people nodded in agreement, and the seven people immediately jumped up, and for a while, the shadow of the fist and legs drowned the figure of the young man.

In the midst of the storm, Chen Dong'er was indifferent, and a serious look appeared on her innocent and immature face. The hands seemed to be gripped, the feet were lost in advance and retreat, and the advance and retreat were drawn one by one, blocking the successive attacks of these seven people one by one, no, it was dissolved.

The strength of thousands of catties is just or soft, all of them are unloaded by him, and between the movements and stills, they are like flowing water, and their bearing is calm.

The more the seven people fought, the more frightened they became, the seven wounded fists, the flying flowers and leaves, the orchid brushed the acupoints, the soul fingers, the snatching palm, the wave of the palm, the Tianshan Flying Immortal chain legs, all kinds of magic skills were used one after another, but they could only trap the young man, and if they wanted to win, they had to be outside the hundred moves.

They have plenty of time, but only if the boy is really alone, and there is no help in the future. But obviously, this probability is too low. A Wudang Sect person appeared in Heicheng at such a time, and it must have nothing to do with the siege of Guangming by the three sects and seven factions.

Could the Wu-Tang Clan send only one person?

"It's important to get down to business, strangle the tiger, you go and finish Xiaopeng first. ”

Su Zhusheng commanded, his body was wrong, and he took the position of a bald old man, his fists and feet roared like a storm, and his momentum was even more majestic.

Yang Shuhu did not hesitate, turned around and rushed towards Hua Pengfei, who had fainted to the ground behind him, and had no power to resist, and was in mid-air, standing with a finger on his chest and ready to attack.

Ten steps, five steps, just a stone's throw away.

Yang Shuhu only needed a light finger to take Peng Fei's life, but at this moment, a loud cry sounded: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!!"

Yang Shuhu just didn't hear it, but suddenly a whisk of dust suddenly appeared, and from top to bottom with a thousand jun forces hit his top heavenly spirit.

"Damn!" Yang Shuhu shouted angrily, a lazy donkey rolled, his body turned over, and in an instant, he raised his hand to grab the vital point under the crotch of this unfamiliar guest, but in the haze, he only exchanged three moves with a thin palm, and the next moment, the figure exploded on both sides.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, poor Dao Wudang Xuancong, I have seen several donors. ”

The battle on Chen Dong'er's side has not ended, Yang Jiaohu's nose is tangled, and he glared angrily at the old Tao in front of him, yes, it is Xuan Cong, the contemporary head of the Wudang faction.

Wearing a gossip purple silk fairy clothes, holding the moon-white Qingming dust, an ebony hairpin on his head, and holding Taoist etiquette in front of him with one hand, his face is annoying with a smile.

"Xuan Cong, don't take care of your business, listen to our family's advice, be careful of losing your life!"

"Our family?" Hearing Yang Chohu's hateful threat, Xuan Cong was slightly stunned, looked back at Hua Pengfei under his feet, his brows furrowed into a pimple, and he stretched out again: "Your Excellency is from the Heavenly Gate?"

After waiting for a while, seeing that Yang Shuhu did not answer, Xuan Cong asked again: "Tianmen gossip sixteen taels, I don't know which hexagram Your Excellency is on the plate, or which fixed star on the board?"

"It seems that Zhang Sanfeng has told you a lot... Yang Chohu was speechless before, so he no longer concealed it at this moment, and said in a deep voice: "Our Nandou Tianliang, Yang Chohu." ”

Xuan Cong heard that Yang Shuhu reported to his home, nodded, and said with a smile: "Choke Hu to save his father, in the name of twenty-four filial piety, it turns out that Your Excellency is actually the master of the Nandou Hall of Tianmen, disrespectful, disrespectful." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang Shuhu waved his hand suddenly, interrupted Xuan Cong's polite words impatiently, and got straight to the point: "Xuan Cong, the guy behind you is the person we must kill in the Heavenly Gate, you won't let it!"

Xuan Cong pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Poor Dao is not allowed." ”

"Really?"

"The master of Xu Men on Shaomu Mountain almost took the life of the poor road, and the cultivation of the poor road is not yet home, and it is difficult to put down this period because of the fruit. Xuan Cong paused, and said again: "However, the ancestor also said a few days ago that the troubled times are coming, the master of Xu Men may respond to the mandate of heaven, and those who block it are like mantis arms blocking the car, and the end is unpredictable, and the poor road is very afraid of death." ”

"Then whether you let it or not!" Yang Qihu's eyes were red and angry.

"Your Excellency is not the master of the Heavenly Gate, and the poor Dao doesn't want to be embarrassed with a few, this young poor Dao will be saved, if you don't give up, how about doing it?"

"When I'm afraid of you?!" Yang Shuhu shouted angrily, and was about to move forward, but he heard Su Zhusheng shouting loudly in the chaotic battle over there: "Stop!"

In the blink of an eye, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the wind and fire stopped.

"Old Su!"

"Shut up!" Su Zhusheng snorted, squinted his eyes and looked at Xuan Cong, and said in a deep voice: "Xuan Cong, the master of Shaolin has mentioned to our family, if you want to protect the person behind you, you can follow you, but our family wants to ask you, do you know the rules set by Tianmen and Shaolin Wudang Emei Three Sects back then, right?"

"Yes. ”

"And what happened tonight?"

"The poor road must be tight-lipped, otherwise it will be urgently affected by the thunder of the sky!" Xuan Cong swore three fingers to the sky.

"Okay, Tianmen will let you this time!"