In the main hall of the Purple Cloud Palace.
"Grandmaster, Emei Sect, Huashan Sect, Kunlun Sect, and Kongtong Sect have all gone up the mountain."
A third generation disciple of Wudang Sect, who was monitoring the situation at the foot of the mountain, hurried over and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with admiration.
Before, they were a little nervous about whether Wudang Sect could contend against the alliance of many other sects, but now they had no worries.
Even the sacred place of Wulin, Shaolin Temple, took the initiative to bow down and was willing to listen to Wudang Sect's orders, let alone other sects.
"Master, I'll go and arrange it …"
Song Yuanqiao also looked calm. Zhang Sanfeng was like a stabilizing needle. As long as he was there, Emei Sect, Huashan Sect, and other sects couldn't do anything. But before he finished, he was interrupted by Du E.
"Junior Brother, why bother Wudang Sect with such a small matter? Let Shaolin help you."
Du E said with confidence.
Since the three of them had mastered King Kong's Demon Subduing Ring, they could easily suppress masters in the Acquired Realm.
Whether it was Emei Sect's Shitai Miejue, Huashan Sect's Xianyu Tong, or Kunlun Sect's He Taichong, even if all of them joined hands, they still couldn't suppress them.
They could take this opportunity to show off their strength in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
Junior Brother?
Song Yuanqiao was speechless.
"Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, Kong Xing, lead 800 Shaolin disciples to guard the entrance of Wudang Sect. Don't let anyone go."
"The other Shaolin Temple disciples, follow me, Du Jie, and Du Nan to meet Emei Sect, Huashan Sect, and other sects."
Du E's expression was normal, but his heart was trembling.
He didn't know whether it was an illusion or not, but he always felt that Wudang Mountain was not as simple as it seemed.
When he just entered the room and carefully sensed it, he was almost scared to death.
In addition to Zhang Sanfeng, he also sensed two people with stronger inner force than him.
Moreover, Song Yuanqiao, Yu LianZhou, Zhang Cuishan, and Zhang Cuishan had all reached the consummate stage of the Houtian realm. Zhang Cuishan could faintly be compared to his two junior brothers.
Yu DaiYan, one of the three heroes of Wudang who was paralyzed, had also recovered.
The Seven Heroes of Wu Dang's improvement in strength could be attributed to Zhang Sanfeng's guidance.
However, the White-browed Eagle, Yin Tianzheng, and the Golden Mane Lion King, Xie Xun's strength was extremely strange. They were also half-step Innate Masters, but their inner strength was also very strong.
"Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng has obtained the secret of the dragon salyer, or that other forces have obtained the dragon salyer and they have joined forces with the Wudang Sect?"
Du E's heart was like a tidal wave, countless guesses surging in his mind.
He was well aware of the strength and talent of White-browed Eagle, Yin Tianzheng, and Golden Mane Lion King Xie Xun.
Unless they had a heaven-defying opportunity, it would be impossible for them to reach the Half-step Xiantian Realm in their lifetime.
Other than that, there were two other unknown Xiantian Realm experts.
"The two of them are definitely not simple!"
Looking at the entire Jianghu, the Shaolin Temple only had one Xiantian Realm expert, and it was only at the initial stage of the Xiantian Realm.
The foundation of the Shaolin Temple was not something that other sects could compare with.
The seventy-two ultimate skills of the Shaolin Temple, the cultivation experience left behind by generations of eminent monks, and the exchange between peers. The reason why he was able to break through to the Xiantian Realm was completely due to luck.
More than twenty years ago, he fought with the Ming Cult's leader, Yang Dingtian. In the end, not only was he defeated, but his eye was also blinded.
In order to take revenge, he had been in seclusion and concentrated on cultivation. For more than twenty years, he had never forgotten the hatred of losing his left eye. Three years ago, he was lucky enough to break through to the Xiantian Realm.
However, after the breakthrough, his strength did not improve.
If it wasn't for the deep grudge between Zhang Sanfeng and the Shaolin Temple, he couldn't help but ask Zhang Sanfeng for advice.
Why was he still so strong after living for so long?
Why did he look younger than them even though he was older than them by a few decades?
Zhang Sanfeng was already heaven-defying in the Jianghu. How could there be two more? There must be a powerful force behind them.
"Could it be that these people want to seize the world?"
Du E's hands couldn't help but tremble, and his mind was trembling.
The Wudang Sect, the mysterious force, and the Ming Cult. These three forces were together and plotted to kill the civil and military officials of the Yuan Dynasty. If this wasn't a rebellion, what was it?
He actually dared to challenge a group of rebellious forces. Was his brain kicked by a donkey?
"Master?"
Song Yuanqiao heard him and cast an inquiring look at Zhang Sanfeng.
"Then, I'll have to trouble Divine Monk Du E."
Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment and nodded gently.
However, he would never acknowledge this unprincipled martial nephew.
"Martial Uncle, please wait for a moment."
Du E acted as if he didn't hear him and walked out quickly.
He took a black chain from a burly monk. Du Jie and Du Nan also had the same black chain in their hands.
Nearly a thousand monks quickly divided into two groups. One group bypassed the main road down the mountain, intending to cut off the retreat of the Emei Sect, Kunlun Sect, and other sects.
The other group directly ran down the main road, ready to directly confront the masters of the various sects below.
"Let's follow and see."
Zhang Sanfeng thought for a moment and said.
Huang Yaoshi, Zhang Cuishan, and others also jumped and followed Zhang Sanfeng.
"I didn't expect the Shaolin Temple to hide so deeply. They actually hid three eminent monks of the Du generation. If the three of them work together, even Zhang Sanfeng will have to retreat."
Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, said with a slightly gloomy face.
Although they were also part of the Six Great Sects, the gap between them and the Wudang Sect and the Shaolin Temple was too big.
The strength of the second generation disciple of the Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao, and others was comparable to them. The Shaolin Temple even had three old antiques.
"It's better if they are stronger. Otherwise, they won't be a match for Zhang Sanfeng."
He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, sneered.
If he hadn't heard that the Shaolin Temple had three masters of the Du generation, even if the Shaolin Temple sent out all their forces, he would have considered whether the Kunlun Sect would participate or not.
If no one could contend with Zhang Sanfeng, a top master, they were likely to be humiliated like Zhang Sanfeng on his 100th birthday.
"What do you think we should do with the Wudang Sect?"
Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, said with a serious look in his eyes.
The reason why the Four Great Sects could be ranked as the Six Great Sects was that the Wudang Sect and the Shaolin Temple had always been in a state of confrontation.
If the Wudang Sect was destroyed, the Shaolin Temple would be the only one.
In the future, when it came to the first-class sects in Jianghu, the Shaolin Temple would be in the first echelon.
"We will only kill the evil leaders."
He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, said after a while.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang could consider letting them live and let them continue to fight the Shaolin Temple. However, the man in the indigo shirt and Zhang Sanfeng must die.
Miejue Shitai led dozens of disciples of the Emei Sect and walked in the center. She didn't speak and narrowed her eyes.
"Look, the Shaolin monks are coming down the mountain."
At this moment, a cry of surprise was heard.
Miejue Shitai, the leader of the Emei Sect, and Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, looked over and saw a hundred monks running down the mountain.
There was no fear on these monks' faces and their formation was not scattered.
"Has the Wudang Sect been destroyed by the Shaolin Temple?"
Everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts.
If the Wudang Sect was destroyed, how could they share the fruits of victory?
"Why are you here?"
Du E asked expressionlessly when he was thirty steps away from Miejue Shitai, the leader of the Emei Sect.
"We are here to help the Shaolin Temple."
Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, said with a smile.
"Help us for what?"
Du E didn't seem to understand and continued to ask.
"Under the leadership of Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang Sect has gone against the law and conspired to steal the martial arts manuals of other sects. It is intolerable."
Xianyu Tong cursed with a righteous face.
The Shaolin Temple and the Wudang Sect had been in a state of confrontation. The more he cursed, the happier the Shaolin Temple would be.
"How dare you slander our Martial Uncle. Take them all down."
Du E scolded with a cold look.
Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, and He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, were speechless.
Zhang Sanfeng, you are our Martial Uncle?
You must be a fool!
In the crowd, the eyelids of Miejue Shitai, the leader of the Emei Sect, couldn't help but twitch.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Du E, Du Jie, and Du Nan looked at each other and formed a triangular formation. The three black ropes in their hands flew out. The long ropes seemed to be slow, but they were actually very fast. They went straight to the opposite side without the slightest sound of wind.
"I … Ah!"
Xianyu Tong wanted to say something, but the three ropes hit him at the same time. Xianyu Tong's brain was smashed, and his limbs were all broken. He didn't look like a human anymore. Then, one of the black ropes shook and threw Xianyu Tong's body from the road.
The three black ropes were like three black dragons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They rapidly rose up, and like three large hands, they stretched out and wrapped around three large rocks. With a swing, they lifted up the large rocks that weighed over a thousand pounds and threw them directly into the crowd.
"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"
After a series of screams, these Wulin people were scared silly.
In the past, it was always a head-on fight. You use a knife, I use a sword. After three hundred rounds of fighting, the winner and loser would be decided.
Why did it suddenly become a fantasy?
A big stone of a thousand pounds was thrown away just like that.
"Run!"
More than a thousand Wulin people fled in panic. They ran down the mountain crazily.
"Surround them. Don't let any of them go."
At this moment, Abbot Kong Wen and the other monks of the Shaolin Temple successfully circled to the back of these Wulin people.
"You dare to offend our Martial Uncle's mountain gate. Surrender or die."
Abbot Kong Wen used the Dragon Claw Hand and directly broke the arms of more than a dozen Wulin people who rushed to the front.
"What about Miejue Shitai?"
The leader of the Kunlun Sect, He Taichong, and the five elders of the Kongtong Sect were terrified.
They hadn't seen the Wudang Sect yet, but the Shaolin Temple had already destroyed them. The leader of the Huashan Sect, Xianyu Tong, died a violent death.
"I'm sorry, I'm a spy!"
Miejue Shitai narrowed her eyes and a cold light flashed in them. The long sword in her hand directly stabbed He Taichong in the chest. Before the five elders of the Kongtong Sect could react, another two were stabbed to death.
The other disciples of the Emei Sect also took out their swords and stabbed the disciples of the other sects to death.
Miejue Shitai originally wanted to take advantage of the bloody battle between the Shaolin Temple and the Wudang Sect to betray them and make the Wudang Sect owe her a big favor. In the end, things changed.
"Why?"
He Taichong spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Miejue Shitai in disbelief.
"Senior Qingshan, his name is Huang Yaoshi."
The corner of Miejue Shitai's mouth twitched. She whispered and hit He Taichong's chest with her palm.
The person who robbed the Emei Sect was Huang Yaoshi!
That day, a disciple of the Emei Sect asked Huang Yaoshi to leave his name so that they could seek revenge in the future. In the end, he did tell her his name, but it was a name that made her tremble. The Island Master of the Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi.
In the handwritten notes left by the founder of the Emei Sect, Guo Xiang, recorded many things that happened in Jianghu during the Southern Song Dynasty. Among them was their founder's grandfather, the Island Master of the Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi.
Therefore, during this period of time, Emei Pai did not do anything else but put all their efforts into investigating Huang Yaoshi's case.
Because of this, they discovered something that made them extremely terrified.
Today, someone used the Divine Flicking Finger to kill several generals of the Yuan Dynasty in Xiangyang City. Tomorrow, someone used the Divine Flicking Finger to kill several officials of the imperial court. The day after that, someone killed several generals of the Yuan Dynasty in Hangzhou. It seemed that the whole world was full of top masters who could use the Divine Flicking Finger.
The Left Emissary of the Ming Cult also knew the Divine Flicking Finger, but he did not have the ability to assassinate someone from a hundred steps away, not even fifty steps away.
In other words, the people who used the Divine Flicking Finger all over the world were more powerful than Yang Xiao.
Was this possible?
After eliminating all the impossible, there was only one possibility left.
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