"You brat, how dare you compare my master to a demon? You're asking for a beating!" At that moment, Zhou Zhiruo's Senior Sister, Jing Xuan, heard Zhang Wuji's words and could not help but be angry. Then, she slapped her palm toward Zhang Wuji's chest!
"Bang!"
Suddenly, when her palm landed on Zhang Wuji's chest, Jing Xuan's expression changed abruptly!
That was because she found that there was an extremely strong internal force in his body that dissolved the power of her palm. Before she could react, her body was blasted away and fell heavily on the ground. Her face was pale!
The sudden change made everyone look at each other. Yin Li's mouth was slightly open as she looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief. Ah Niu, who was weak in her eyes, was actually so strong in martial arts!
With the burst of momentum just now, Mu Qingxiao found that Zhang Wuji's realm was between a first-class master and a peerless master. The Nine Yang Sutra was indeed the strongest cultivation method in the world. Not only was his internal force strong, but his defense was also extremely strong.
Of course, no matter how strong it was, it was just a cultivation method in the martial arts world. Mu Qingxiao could break it with a casual swing of her sword.
At that moment, Miejue glanced at Jing Xuan on the ground and found that her injuries were not serious. Her gaze fell on Zhang Wuji. "So it turns out that the real person doesn't show off. After these few days, I didn't see that you have peerless martial arts!"
Zhang Wuji ignored Miejue and went straight to Chang Yuchun. However, he was blocked by the Emei Sect's disciple with her sword.
A glimmer of light flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes. He wanted to teach Zhang Wuji a lesson and curry favor with Miejue. That way, it would be much easier to chase after Zhou Zhiruo, but Yin Liting stopped him.
Yin Liting inwardly sighed as he vaguely glanced at Zhou Zhiruo. He finally knew why Song Qingshu was so impatient.
Looking at the female disciples of the Emei Sect, Zhang Wuji turned to look at Miejue and said, "Let me save them."
Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao almost burst out laughing. The two of them were mortal enemies, and they were fighting to the death on the battlefield. However, the protagonist's halo was too strong, so it couldn't be helped.
Mu Qingxiao was unhappy, but she did not intend to intervene. It was not the time to intervene.
In the end, under Miejue's signal, the Emei Sect disciples put away their longswords and retreated.
"Bear with it." When he saw that Chang Yuchun and the others were covered in wounds, Zhang Wuji spoke directly. Before they could answer, he gathered his qi at his fingertips and sealed their acupuncture points.
Chang Yuchun could feel the pain in his body gradually subsiding, and his wounds had stopped bleeding. He looked at his subordinates and cupped his fists in gratitude. "Thank you for your help, Young Hero. May I know your name?"
Zhang Wuji wanted to reveal his identity, but with the Emei Sect eyeing him from behind, he could only say, "My surname is Zeng, and my name is Ah Niu."
At this moment, Abbess Miejue could not hold it in anymore. This was not the place for them to talk, let alone the Evil Cult. "Boy, you hurt my disciple. Come and take three of my strikes."
When he heard Abbess Miejue's words, Zhang Wuji's expression changed. He turned around and said innocently, "I'm sorry, Abbess. I'm no match for you, and I don't want to fight with you. I just hope that you can bury the hatchet."
Abbess Miejue said angrily, "You want me to stop with just one sentence? Then everything I've done will be a joke."
"Everyone has parents, wives, and children. If you kill them, their children will be alone and be bullied. Abbess, you're a monk, please show mercy …" Zhang Wuji became more and more agitated as he spoke.
Of course, Mu Qingxiao knew that Zhang Wuji was still quite kind at this moment. However, such saintly words were simply too disgusting. In the martial arts era and war era, people would die everywhere. It was simply too normal.
Yin Li and Zhou Zhiruo were worried. They hoped that Zhang Wuji would stop talking. If he angered Miejue, the consequences would be unimaginable.
As expected, Abbess Miejue became angrier and angrier. She interrupted Zhang Wuji's words. "Shut up, I don't need you to lecture me. You're so conceited that you're full of yourself. How dare you talk nonsense here!"
"Alright, then I'll do as you wish. If you can take three of my palms, I'll let these demons go."
Hearing this, Zhang Wuji's heart tightened. If he could take three of Miejue's palms, he would definitely die. He hurriedly said, "Abbess …"
However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. Miejue handed the Heavenly Sword to Zhou Zhiruo and said, "No need to say more. Take this."
Zhang Wuji was a little dumbfounded. He was extremely nervous. However, the arrow had already been nocked on the bowstring. He had no other choice. Otherwise, how could he face Zhou Zhiruo in the future?
Mu Qingxiao stood at the side with a calm expression. He only wanted this farce to end quickly so that he could carry out his plan.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were filled with worry. However, because of Miejue, she did not dare to stop him. Ding Minjun, on the other hand, looked like she was waiting to watch a good show. Along the way, she was already unhappy with Zhang Wuji.
"Brother Ah Niu!"
Yin Li called out worriedly. She was about to explode from anger. How could this guy be so stupid? Why did he provoke Abbess Miejue for no reason? Look what happened now!
Looking at Zhang Wuji's stubborn personality and appearance, Yin Liting frowned. A trace of confusion and uncertainty flashed in her eyes.
Miejue did not waste any more words. She stomped her feet and emitted a powerful inner force. Even the surrounding air seemed to be somewhat oppressive. A grandmaster was indeed a grandmaster. She raised her hand and struck out with her palm.
The powerful force directly imprinted on Zhang Wuji's chest. Even though he used all his strength to operate the Nine Yang Sutra to resist, he was still slapped back by the powerful force. His feet dragged two very obvious sliding marks on the ground.
Zhang Wuji slid back more than ten meters before he could steady himself. His face was full of pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes were filled with complicated emotions. Zhou Zhiruo was a little shocked that Zhang Wuji could withstand her master's palm.
The same was true in Yin Li's eyes. Zhang Wuji's martial strength was much stronger than she had imagined. However, she was extremely worried in her heart. She hurriedly rushed out and held Zhang Wuji's hand. "Brother Ahniu, are you okay?"
Mu Qingxiao glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and found that although she was worried, she did not rush out. Although she secretly liked Zhang Wuji, she still put Abbess Miejue first in her heart.
"I'm fine. I won't die."
After Zhang Wuji replied, he hurriedly operated the Nine Yang Sutra to heal his injuries. There were still two more palm strikes, and he did not know if he could withstand it.
"Slap!"
Without any warning, Yin Li slapped Zhang Wuji in the face and glared at him with a face full of anger. Zhang Wuji touched his slightly stinging cheek and was completely confused. "Why did you hit me?" he asked.
"Why did you lie to me?"
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