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Several people joined hands to suppress the cold in Zhang Wuji's body, but they still failed. After all, they were not the same person. Even if they all cultivated the same kind of Wudang internal strength, there would be some subtle differences due to different personal understandings. What's more, the five of them were channeling internal strength into other people's bodies, not to mention unifying it. It would already waste a lot of their mental and physical strength to not make the person they were channeling explode. How would they have the energy to suppress the cold poison? They could only rely on their internal strength to suppress it.
Looking at Zhang Wuji trembling on the bed with a pale face, Song YuanQiao and the others were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. But then one of them shouted, "Oh right, there's also Mr. Yi!"
The so-called Mr. Yi was Sei Itō. With the help of Taoist magic and the discussion with Zhang SanFeng and the others, Sei Itō, who had the knowledge of the future, easily won the recognition of everyone in Wudang and raised him to the position of Mr.
"That's right," Song YuanQiao's eyes also lit up and hurriedly called the little Taoist beside him to ask him to invite Sei Itō over.
"Big brother, what Mr. Yi?" Zhang CuiShan looked at the excited senior brothers and asked with hope rekindled in his heart.
"Mr. Yi is a powerful person. With Mr. Yi's help in the quadrant, even if the cold poison in Wuji's body can not be eradicated, it can be temporarily suppressed until master returns," Song YuanQiao said easily.
"Mr. Yi is so powerful?" Zhang CuiShan couldn't help but wonder. He and his wife Yin SuSu looked at each other with a trace of excitement in their eyes.
A moment later, Sei Itō followed the little Taoist who had left earlier into the room. Seeing the situation in the room and the unfamiliar man and woman, he guessed why.
"Mr. Yi, please save my nephew Wuji." Song Yuanqiao walked to Sei Itō's side and cupped his hands.
"You don't have to be so polite. If I can use it, I won't stand by and do nothing," Sei Itō said seriously as he dodged Song Yuanqiao's bow.
"I'm the one who overdid it," Song Yuanqiao laughed self-deprecatingly when he saw Sei Itō's expression. He moved Sei Itō closer to Zhang Wuji.
"What a strong cold poison." Sei Itō's knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine had improved tremendously during this period of time. Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts were closely related. The cultivation of martial arts required a deep understanding of medicine, not to mention that Sei Itō himself had some foundation.
Seeing Zhang Wuji's situation, even though Sei Itō was somewhat prepared, he was still shocked by the power of the Xuanming Divine Palm. Afterwards, Sei Itō calmed himself down and quickly took out several Rejuvenation Talismans. He stuck them on Zhang Wuji's chest, back, and lower abdomen with lightning speed. Immediately, a green light enveloped Zhang Wuji's entire body.
Immediately, color returned to Zhang Wuji's face. His body also stopped trembling.
"This is …" Zhang CuiShan said in shock.
"Taoist technique." Song Yuanqiao said softly on the side, then stopped explaining. This caused Zhang CuiShan and Yin SuSu to be extremely shocked.
"How is Mr. Yi?" Song Yuanqiao asked.
"The cold poison has been suppressed." Sei Itō smiled at Song Yuanqiao and the other Wudang people and said, "However, the Rejuvenation Talisman is ultimately used to treat physical injuries. For internal injuries like this, it's not very effective, so it still needs an antidote."
"It's good that it can be suppressed. When master returns, I'm sure he'll have a solution." Song Yuanqiao said. He had almost blind faith in Zhang SanFeng.
"That's the only thing we can do." Sei Itō nodded.
"Master, martial uncles, people from Shaolin, Emei, Kongtong, Huashan, and Kunlun have all come to our Wudang Mountain. They're all gathered in front of the True Martial Hall in the name of a birthday celebration. They're clamoring for Fifth Martial Uncle to reveal the whereabouts of Golden Mane Lion King Xie Xun." A tall and thin young Taoist ran in and said urgently.
"Bastard, do you really think there's no one in Wudang?" Song Yuanqiao was furious. His clothes fluttered with his inner qi. Immediately, he brought everyone in the room and rushed towards the True Martial Hall, leaving Zhang Wuji sleeping in the room.
"Quickly hand over Zhang CuiShan."
"Yes, hand over Zhang CuiShan. Tell him where Golden Mane Lion King Xie Xun is."
"Yes, yes, tell Zhang CuiShan and his wife Xie Xun's whereabouts."
"… …"
"… …"
One by one, the minions of the Six Great Sects shouted under the instructions of the higher ups of their respective sects. Wudang Mountain was in chaos, as if it was a market.
At this time, the Wudang disciples in front of the True Martial Hall held sharp swords and gathered on both sides of the True Martial Hall's door. Soon after, the dignified Song Yuanqiao led the other Wudang heroes and Sei Itō out of the Great Hall.
"Everyone, today is my master's 100th birthday. He told us not to be extravagant, so that he can have some peace and quiet. Wudang will repay the kindness of everyone in Jianghu one by one in the future. Please go back. "
"Hmph, if Zhang Zhenren wants peace and quiet, we juniors will not dare to disturb him. As long as you hand over Zhang CuiShan and Yin SuSu, and tell us where Golden Mane Lion King Xie Xun is, we will immediately return." From the Emei Sect, a nun wearing a beige dress walked out and said with a sneer.
"Abbess Miejue, what kind of place do you think Wudang is? Do you think we will hand over people just because you say so?" Song Yuanqiao said with a cold face.
"In order to avenge the victims of the Five Great Sects, we must find Xie Xun." Abbess Miejue began to talk righteously. "If Hero Song does not hand over people, then I will have no choice but to ask Hero Song for advice."
"I have heard that Abbess Miejue's martial arts are excellent. Forgive me, Song Yuanqiao." Since Miejue had said so, Song Yuanqiao could not weaken Wudang's momentum. After he finished speaking, he pulled out the sword in his hand and rushed forward with Qing Gong.
Miejue did not show any mercy. She directly jumped out of the crowd and unsheathed the Heavenly Sword. A yellow light flashed from the sword. It left the sword like a whip and broke Song Yuanqiao's sword in half.
"Damn, is that the Heavenly Sword or a light saber?" Sei Itō was speechless.
When the other Wudang heroes saw that their Eldest Senior Brother's sword was broken, they were worried that Song Yuanqiao would be in danger. They also pulled out their swords and rushed forward. However, the result was the same. Old Nun Miejue mercilessly chopped their swords into two and knocked them to the ground with a single move. Then, she put away the Heavenly Sword and shouted with an arrogant smile.
"Zhang CuiShan, if you don't come out now, your five Senior Brothers will die."
The disciples at the side quickly went forward and helped the Martial Uncles on the ground up and retreated to the side. Just as they were about to fight again, Zhang CuiShan and Yin SuSu rushed out of the hall and shouted angrily at Miejue, "Miejue, don't go too far."
"Finally willing to bring the witch out? Where is Golden Lion King?" Miejue smiled with satisfaction, as if she was narcissistic about her deterrence.
"I will never betray my Sworn Brother," Zhang CuiShan said sternly.
"You have degraded yourself. How dare you call Golden Lion King, a murderous demon king, your Sworn Brother? Then I will beat you awake. " Seeing Zhang CuiShan's stern expression, Abbess Miejue said with the tone of an elder. She didn't even consider that she was one generation younger than Zhang CuiShan.
After saying that, Miejue jumped out again and arrived in front of Zhang CuiShan. She waved her hand and knocked down the two little Taoists beside Zhang CuiShan. She then flung Zhang CuiShan and Yin SuSu onto the limestone square. She then returned to the front of the two and forced Zhang CuiShan back with two moves. She then attacked Yin SuSu with a set of finger kung fu. First, it was a palm strike, then four fingers were bent and locked together, leaving only his index finger to strike Yin SuSu's acupoint on her abdomen. Next, all five fingers were bent and aimed at her chest, causing Yin SuSu to spit out blood from her internal injuries. His ruthlessness, his viciousness, his viciousness, his viciousness, his viciousness, and his viciousness.
But this wasn't the end of it. Miejue then used all her strength to slap Yin SuSu. Every time she slapped, she would call her a "witch". She didn't have the slightest bit of a monk's peaceful and compassionate thoughts.
Just as Sei Itō couldn't help but make a move, the white-haired Zhang SanFeng suddenly appeared in the square. He reached out and grabbed Miejue's hand that was slapping Yin SuSu. He pulled her hand away from the two and slapped Miejue fiercely, "Witch Nun, Witch Nun, Witch Nun …"
He directly slapped Miejue as many times as Miejue slapped Yin SuSu. Zhang SanFeng's fiery temper could be seen.
Miejue, who was full of anger from being slapped, wanted to pull out the Heavenly Sword to counterattack. But Zhang SanFeng immediately raised his leg and swung his hand to stop her. Then, he used the Empty-Handed Blade Catch to snatch the Heavenly Sword from Miejue's hand. He then punched Miejue, who was still trying to snatch the Heavenly Sword back. Only then did Zhang SanFeng angrily say, "If the Heavenly Sword doesn't come out, who can fight for the peak? In my opinion, the Heavenly Sword is nothing special. "
Then, he threw the Yitian Sword behind him without turning his head. The Yitian Sword shot through the door of the Zhen Wu Palace like a meteor, and inserted itself into the wall beside the Zhen Wu statue. However, there wasn't even the slightest crack.
"What an exquisite control of power." Sei Itō could see from this move that Zhang SanFeng's control of the power in his body was really strong.
At this time, Zhang SanFeng continued, "If I didn't have a friendship with your grandmaster Guo Xiang, I wouldn't be so polite to you today. In my opinion, the Heavenly Sword in your hands is the real disaster. I'll take your grandmaster to keep it for seven years. After seven years, send a decent disciple to take it back from me. "
Just as Zhang SanFeng finished dealing with Miejue, someone from Kunlun jumped out. The Kunlun Sect Leader said, "Zhang SanFeng, do you think you can protect your disciple just because you have unparalleled martial arts?"
Then, the Shaolin host also came up and said, "If everyone rushed up, I believe that Master Zhang wouldn't be able to kill all the people of the five major sects. When your True Qi is exhausted, you won't be able to escape either. "
"Bald monk, you're scaring me!" Zhang SanFeng's stubborn temper came up. As he said that, he was about to fight with the Shaolin monk.
"Master, I'll take responsibility for my own actions. They came to find me, so let me deal with them." Zhang CuiShan and Yin SuSu quickly stopped Zhang SanFeng and said.
The latter also went down the slope and retreated to the entrance of the Zhen Wu Main Hall. Although he was shouting happily just now, if a fight really broke out, he really didn't have the strength to fight against the five major sects.
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