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The people of the Huashan faction didn't know that the real Demon Lord was close to them and the others, and they were still talking about it.

Suddenly, someone pointed to one of the young men and said, "Senior Brother Bai, in our Huashan faction, only you and the Demon Lord have fought each other, what do you think of the chances of winning this battle against the Demon Lord?"

When Senior Brother Bai heard this question, his face shone brightly, and Gu Pan said proudly: "The Demon Lord's martial arts are worthy of his reputation. The time I fought him, it was still in Mu County, Henan, and it had been six or seven years. At that time, he was only a teenager, but his martial arts were already extremely good, and I saw that he was not very old, so I left a sense of proportion when I started. Unexpectedly, he fought more than a dozen moves, but he took advantage of it, and later had to be rescued by the head of the family and his uncle, so he was able to get out of trouble. ”

Although everyone has heard about this experience countless times, this Senior Brother Bai still mentions it whenever he has the opportunity and talks about it in detail. However, as the reputation of the Demon Lord gradually became more and more popular, the details of the process of this fight were also changing, from the original Demon Monarch using poison to deceive, and then to hundreds of Huashan faction swordsmanship, but now it has only shrunk to a dozen moves. Although everyone was concerned about this change, they did not break it, and they complimented this Senior Brother Bai in unison, saying that he could be the leader of the younger generation of the Huashan faction, and he was able to fight with the Demon Lord, which was really a defeat.

Zhao Yu looked at Senior Brother Bai from a distance, as if there really seemed to be such a thing. After he took a serious look at Senior Brother Bai, he suddenly remembered that when he first won the name of the Demon Lord, he did rob a disciple of the Huashan Sect in Mu County, as if he was called Bai Hechou. After remembering this incident, and then looking at Bai Hechou's proud face, he couldn't help but smile dumbly, it turned out that his reputation in the rivers and lakes was so high that it was an honor to fight with him.

After talking for a while, the topic of these people turned to the Huashan faction. That Bai Hechou suddenly said angrily: "It's a pity that this siege of Guangming Ding has become like this, and there is no chance to kill and exterminate the demon sect demon to avenge my father's murder!"

The rest of the people also chimed in: "Master Bai Yuan is such a good person, but he was harmed by the demon sect thieves. If he is still alive, he will definitely be the head of our Huashan faction, Senior Brother Bai, you are our young master, and we don't have to be sent out to take a big risk to search for the whereabouts of Zhang Wuji......"

Zhao Yu didn't have the heart to take care of the nonsense in the Huashan faction, and instead began to think about the decisive battle between the "Demon King" and "Zhang Wuji".

The real Zhang Wuji had already followed the first batch of Ming Sect members to leave Guangming Ding and rush to Yumen Pass, and his fake two words also disappeared. Now that a Zhang Wuji suddenly appeared, Zhao Yu could almost determine that this was a trick by Zhao Min, who had not moved for a long time. This girl has been good at grasping her own mistakes since she was a child, and now she is borrowing the "peerless master Zhang Wuji" that she painstakingly created, which is normal.

Zhao Yu took great pains to create a situation in which various factions were suspicious of each other and it was difficult to cooperate sincerely, so that Mingjiao could stay out of the matter. As long as the rift between the factions deepens, they can be defeated separately. However, Zhao Min just pushed lightly behind his back, and then pulled Mingjiao into this whirlpool, unable to be freed.

Of course, Zhao Yu can also pretend to be Zhang Wuji to deny it, but the various factions are not fools, and they can not resist being played like this? Especially the Wudang faction, which has the closest relationship with Zhang Wuji, is afraid that they will also vigorously promote and support the decisive battle between Zhang Wuji and the Demon Lord, so as to sweep away all these troubles on their bodies. And the various factions are naturally happy to see this, and no matter which one wins or loses, they are the winners.

Zhao Min just got a glimpse of this, even if she didn't have Zhang Wuji in her hands, as long as she let out the wind, there were a lot of people who were willing to believe it. As long as someone is willing to believe, then how the Mingjiao on the other side reacts will attract the attention of others, making Zhao Yu's plan to downplay the Mingjiao and let the factions fight hand and foot come to naught.

But even so, how sure is Zhao Min that he will catch everyone?

First of all, all the power she could wield was already on the table, and there was no way to get any new help. Although Li Chahan, the king of Ruyang, commanded the soldiers and horses of the world, he had to deal with the rebels of the world, and the troops in his hands were not large enough to send thousands of men and horses to the Western Regions. And in the Western Regions, the power of the Yuan court is also extremely weak, otherwise Chen Youliang's rabble team will not win every battle. Even if the heroes here are willing to support some people, unless they gather thousands or even tens of thousands of troops, it is possible to surround the six factions and the masters of the Ming Sect and wipe them out. The strength is slightly insufficient, even if everyone can't help her, but if she wants to break through and get out, it is not too difficult for the first-class masters on the rivers and lakes.

Secondly, even if the various factions are enemies of the Ming Sect, if they know that the Yuan Court is interfering in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, they are afraid that they will temporarily give up the grievances of the rivers and lakes and turn the spearhead at the Ruyang Palace.

Therefore, although Zhao Min's move surprised Zhao Yu, it may not be able to achieve miraculous results. Moreover, once she comes to the stage from behind the scenes, she will immediately become the target of public criticism. Therefore, Zhao Yu couldn't figure it out, why did Zhao Min make such a move?

Although it is not clear about Zhao Min's subsequent moves, the current news has made Zhao Yu's plan to continue pretending to be Zhang Wuji to provoke the six factions to come to naught. After thinking hard to no avail, Zhao Yusuo stood up and rushed back to the top of the light to watch the changes.

After a pause, he smoothed out a few feet, and disappeared into the twilight in an instant.

The people of the Huashan faction were sitting around the bonfire, holding camel meat and feasting on it, when they suddenly saw that the person who had just been bullied by them had performed such a shocking performance, and they were immediately shocked. That Bai Hechou's arm trembled, and the pieces of meat fell, and he said with a pale face and trembling voice: "Mother! The land of the Western Regions is so hidden in the dragon and crouching tiger, and a herdsman has such a strong martial arts!"

Everyone was concerned, nodded with fear, and no longer dared to talk as if no one was around, and glanced at the dozen or so refugees in the distance, with fear in their eyes, for fear that another martial arts master would emerge among them. Don't dare to stay any longer, Jiupin Literature welcomes your visit, any search engine search "Jiupin Literature" can quickly enter this site, this site permanently provides free high-quality reading and txt format download services without pop-ups!

The six factions have been lingering near Kunlun Mountain in the Western Regions for a long time, and the original plan to besiege Guangming Ding has been repeatedly postponed and far away, but with the news of Zhang Wuji's challenge to the Demon Lord, the various factions finally gathered outside the first-line gorge and waited for this touching decisive battle. It's just that the posture of clear barriers between the various factions still can't help but reveal a little sense of detachment.

On a large stone with a height of more than a foot outside the mouth of the first-line canyon, a line of big characters with a sharp weapon is carved with a sharp weapon: "The demon lord deceives the world and steals his name, but he dares to fight with me Zhang Wuji", and on the boulder is covered with a blood-stained Mingjiao robe. This line of handwriting, the three words "Zhang Wuji", was each photographed with a palm print several inches deep, and on the right was a big skull and the arrogant word "war"!

At this time, many disciples of various sects gathered in front of the big stone, all pointing to this place and muttering in a low voice, arguing.

A group of Wudang sect disciples came over under the leadership of Yin Liting, and the disciples of all factions who had originally gathered in front of the big stone all looked different, and they didn't even say hello, so they scattered one after another. In particular, several Shaolin monks suddenly spat on the ground when they passed by, and then walked away.

Being treated so isolatedly and coldly, the faces of the disciples of the Wudang Sect all showed indignation, especially Song Qingshu, who had always been arrogant, and even the knuckles of the sword became white. It's just that he also knows that the Wudang faction has been pushed to the forefront because of Zhang Wuji's matter, and it is best not to make another incident at this critical juncture, so he has to endure it.

Yin Liting didn't care much about this, but walked to the big stone, looked up at the handwriting, nodded with satisfaction and said: "The fifth brother is nicknamed 'Iron Drawing Silver Hook' on the rivers and lakes, and looking at the handwriting of Wuji, it can be regarded as a true legend." It's hard for this child, there has been no news for a few years, but he knows that he has grown up and has become a young man with both civil and military skills. The most rare thing is that although the surname has changed, he can still handle the major rights and wrongs, and he is willing to let go of his grudges and frustrate the spirit of the Demon Sect. ”

When Song Qingshu heard this, he snorted coldly in his nose, but pointed to the palm print and said: "Sixth uncle, you are too optimistic, this kid has an occasional adventure and learns some skills, so he looks down on the heroes of the world, and dares to challenge the demon lord who everyone avoids his edge." You come and see, the three tricks that the Demon Lord replied to are so deep that I am afraid that my father will not be able to do it as well. ”

When Yin Liting heard that Song Qingshu had raised the morale of others and extinguished his own prestige, he felt a little unhappy in his heart. Because of Ji Xiaofu's matter, he has not married for many years, and he has nowhere to pour out his deep affection, and he has the closest relationship with Zhang Cuishan among the senior brothers, and regards the lonely Zhang Wuji as his half son, and after hearing this, he was displeased and said: "Qingshu, you don't know the power of the Jiuyang Divine Skill, Wuji is fortunate to have this divine skill inheritance, and it is the meaning of a blockbuster to come out of the mountain after a few years of cultivation." Even the Shaolin Kongzhi Divine Monk was no match for him, let alone the Demon Lord. ”

At this time, a cold snort suddenly came from the rear: "Your Wudang faction tried your best to conceal the whereabouts of Zhang Wuji's thief, and my senior brother was injured by him carelessly, so you still have the face to show off everywhere! This time he fought with the Demon Lord, whether he won or lost, who dared to protect him, don't blame me Shaolin for turning his face and being ruthless!"

Hearing this, Yin Liting and the others' faces changed, and when they turned around, they saw that the monk surnamed Kong was coming over angrily. Thinking of his speechlessness, Yin Liting felt a little embarrassed. His surname is gentle, and he has never been good at fighting with others, even if the tone of the monk with the empty surname is extremely blunt, but he also remembers that it is the fault of his own gaffe, and does not debate, and takes a step back.

The monk surnamed Kong walked to the big stone, looked at the handwriting on the stone, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Zhang Wuji's brutal killing of many people in Shaolin, and was annoyed in his heart.

Yin Liting was not interested in looking at the demonstration of the monk surnamed Kong, and waved his hand to lead everyone back to the Wudang station.