This is a world of rivers and lakes, this is a world of martial arts, and this is by no means a fair world.

Some people are born with countless magic cheats, natural treasures, and famous teachers. Such a person, even if he doesn't work hard, the martial arts and skills he has piled up are far beyond the reach of others.

And some people, no matter how great their perseverance and amazing talent, if they don't have a master who leads them in. In this life, he either shaved in the ground with his back to the loess facing the sky, or became an apprentice and slowly endured his life on the way to becoming a master.

After the conflict between Song Qingshu and Jiang Feng that day, no matter how Song Qingshu explained, all he got was a reprimand from Song Yuanqiao.

Jiang Feng's kung fu, Song Yuanqiao naturally knew, a master was enough to make the vast majority of sects in the world scruples, and a master who had no worries could make the vast majority of sects in the world fearful. After all, once such a master is unscrupulous, it is unimaginable to harm a sect.

Song Yuanqiao's meaning is very simple, the Wudang faction, as the Taishan Beidou in the rivers and lakes, although Zhang Sanfeng is in charge, he is not afraid of any Jianghu sect. But compared with Shaolin, which has been inherited through the ages, it is not enough.

Therefore, for a young master like Jiang Feng, if you can not offend, it is best not to offend. Moreover, Jiang Feng's relationship with Zhang Sanfeng is obviously not shallow, which makes Song Yuanqiao's reprimand of Song Qingshu more and more fierce.

From childhood to adulthood, Song Qingshu always thought that after Zhang Sanfeng's death, it was Song Yuanqiao who took over as the head, and after Song Yuanqiao's death, he took over as the head. All of this seems to be a logical thing. The young man's heart is always impetuous, and it is inevitable that he will open his mouth to let Jiang Feng understand that although his Song Qingshu is not as strong as Jiang Feng's martial arts, he is the future head of the Wudang faction.

However, Jiang Feng's words suddenly reminded Song Qingshu of a wake-up call, that is, judging from Zhang Sanfeng's love for Zhang Wuji, the position of the head of the Wudang faction in the future may not necessarily be his.

"Brother Jiang!"

Although it is only a short three words, it is as pleasant as a clear spring, the water is cold and the wind is broken.

"Oh, after all these years, you can still recognize me at a glance?"

Compared with Jiang Feng back then and Jiang Feng today, in addition to being the same handsome, whether it is the figure, eyes, or facial features, they have all been changed by time.

And Zhou Zhiruo said that when she talked about it, she didn't even get along with Jiang Feng as much as in January, and it was indeed not easy to recognize Jiang Feng at a glance at this time.

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo put away the long sword at this time, slowly came to Jiang Feng and said: "In the past, when the Han River met, Brother Jiang was thousands of miles away, and sent Zhiruo to Emei Mountain to learn art.

At this time, Jiang Feng said with a smile: "Yes, the three of us parted in Hankou in the past, and it is indeed not easy to meet again today. After only a few years, you have cultivated the Emei sword technique to such a realm, which shows your talent, and over time, it will be set to shine for the Emei faction. ”

Looking at the light and breezy Jiang Feng, and Zhou Zhiruo, whose face was full of brilliant dark colors, Zhang Wuji suddenly sighed slightly, and then bowed his head slightly with a somewhat depressed expression.

At this time, Jiang Feng naturally understood how painful it would be if there was no martial arts in a Jianghu sect.

At this time, Jiang Feng patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder with one hand, and then said: "Wuji, don't worry, in my opinion, the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm in your body can be completely dissolved in a year at most." The so-called solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow, your melting yang and snow transformation skill has the stimulation of the cold poison of the Xuanming God Palm, which is almost equivalent to cultivating day and night, once it is completely refined, it will be like a dragon soaring all over the world, and a tiger entering the mountains and forests.

You must know that if you don't practice boxing, when you get old, as long as the inner family is hot, under the infusion of true qi, even the most ordinary punches and kicks have great power. ”

And Zhou Zhiruo also said at this time: "Yes, Brother Wuji, Brother Jiang's martial arts are so high, what he said must be right." I believe that you will soon be able to dissolve the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm and become a master!"

Speaking of this, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly said to Jiang Feng again: "Brother Jiang, we haven't seen each other for many years, and this time we finally met in Wudang Mountain, but we have to have a good time for a few days." ”

However, at this time, Jiang Feng shook his head and said, "Zhiruo, it seems that it is really unfortunate, do you know that I am here today to say goodbye to Wuji!"

"Farewell, Brother Jiang, are you leaving?"

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, Zhang Wuji was also surprised, and then hurriedly asked.

At this time, Jiang Feng said disapprerovitically: "Yes, there is a banquet in the world, I went to Wudang Mountain this time, and the things that should be done have been done, so naturally it is time to leave!"

"This ......"

Just when Zhang Wuji didn't know what to say, Zhou Zhiruo said with an excuse: "Brother Jiang, you said that you would go to Mount Emei to see Zhiruo, why do you want to leave now when you see Zhiruo?"

"Who?"

At this moment, on the mountain road in the direction of the mountain, there was suddenly a shouting sound again.

"Check it out!"

Jiang Feng left three words, and then grabbed Zhang Wuji with one hand, and with a little step, the whole person seemed to turn into a gust of breeze and flew away into the distance.

And that Zhou Zhiruo and several Emei disciples who came with him saw this, glanced at each other, and also performed light skills one by one and followed.

......

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, six doors to track down the fugitive wanted criminals, if there is anyone who obstructs the case, they will all be punished as the same party!"

Zhan Hongyan, who was dressed in a black and red robe, held a black iron square card high, as if this was not a six-door head-catching waist card, but a holy decree of life and death, and subjugating the four seas.

At this time, the people who surrounded Zhan Hongyan in the middle were just some ordinary low-level disciples of the Wudang Sect, and for them, the name of the six doors seemed to have a little effect.

It's just that they don't know that Zhan Hongyan, who is empty-eyed on the surface and doesn't put any Wudang Sect disciple in his eyes, is already like fifteen buckets of water in his heart at this time, seven up and eight down. It took a lot of effort for her to slip up on the opportunity of the two old monsters in the sword solving pool to take a lunch break.

But I don't want this Wudang Mountain to seem like everyone can come and go, but if you want to go to a few trails leading to Wudang Mountain, it is indeed three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry. Mo said that she was a fly, and it was difficult to fly in.

Forced into desperation, Zhan Hongya had no choice but to use her killer move, carried out the sign of six doors, and rushed all the way to Wudang Mountain. (To be continued.) )