The two of them fought more than a hundred moves and fully demonstrated Tai Chi. Then they stopped each other. Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "My friend is a genius. It is really rare to understand Tai Chi thoroughly in just a short time.

Zhang Wuji and Yu Daiyan watched the two fight, and they were still looking at each other, feeling relaxed and happy. The understanding of Tai Chi became two more layers deeper. At this point, Zhang Wuji also understood the essence of Tai Chi.

Xin Han smiled and said, "You are kind to me, I can't create such magical skills. Tai Chi is both hard and soft, and weak to defeat the strong with weak and fast to fight slow. This is an unprecedented magical martial arts technique. Real people can create such magical martial arts, and they are worthy of being the master of Yi."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and was not humble, because Xin Han was talking about the truth and he would not take it as he took it.

As he was talking, he heard an old and long voice from the Sanqing Hall in front of him: "Since the old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng cannot shrank, let's kill his disciples first."

Another bold voice said, "Okay! Let's burn this temple first."

Another sharp voice said, "Burn the old Taoist to death, that's a bargain. We captured him and tied him to various sects to march in public, so that everyone can see the old and immortal appearance of this martial arts master."

"Let's go, let's meet the fake Demon Sect." Zhang Sanfeng asked Qingfeng and Mingyue to lift Yu Daiyan, Xin Han, and Zhang Wuji stood up toward the Sanqing Hall in front.

Several people came to the Sanqing Hall and saw that there were people sitting or standing in the hall, with heads full of people, and there were always three or four hundred people.

Zhang Sanfeng stood in the middle and asked for a message, but did not speak. Xin Han and Zhang Wuji lowered their heads and stood behind Zhang Sanfeng.

Yu Daiyan shouted: "This is my master, Zhenren Zhang. You all came to Wudang Mountain. I wonder what you can do to teach me?"

Zhang Sanfeng's reputation was so impressive that everyone's eyes were all gathered at him, but he saw him wearing a dirty gray sermon robe with silver beards and eyebrows. He was very tall and had no special circumstances.

When Xin Han saw this man secretly, he saw half of the clothes and colors of the Ming Cult members. More than ten people led by him were wearing their own clothes. He thought he was tall and did not want to pretend to be others. He was tall and short monks and lay people were crowded in the hall, and it was difficult to see each other carefully.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone outside the door calling: "The leader is here!"

When everyone in the hall heard this, they immediately became silent. More than ten people led by the leaders came out of the hall first to greet them, and the rest of them followed quickly out of the hall. In an instant, hundreds of people in the hall walked away cleanly.

Only more than a dozen people's footsteps could be heard approaching from a distance, and they stopped when they walked outside the hall.

Xin Han looked from the hall gate and saw eight people carrying a yellow satin sedan chair, with seven or eight others guarding each other. At the door, the eight sedan chairmen carrying the sedan chair were the "Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrows" in Green Willow Village.

Xin Han laughed in a low voice: "What a big and grand style, it's much more than the pomp of me, the real leader. It seems that I will refer to the pomp of this fake guy in the future."

Zhang Sanfeng and others were close to each other, and could hear clearly. They knew that he was joking, and couldn't help but smile. Unexpectedly, the leader of the Ming Cult still had such humorous face.

The door of the sedan chair was lifted up, and a young man walked out of the sedan chair, wearing a white robe, with a blood-red flame embroidered on it, and gently shaking the folding fan. It was Zhao Min, who was dressed as a man.

Zhang Wuji recognized Zhao Min and said to Xin Han: "Master, it's the Mongolian princess."

Xin Han nodded, and Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan also knew the identity of the visitor.

Zhao Min walked into the hall, and more than ten people followed the hall. A burly man took a step and bowed and said, "Report to the leader, this is the old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect. The disabled man must be his third disciple Yu Daiyan."

Zhao Min nodded, stepped forward a few steps, closed the folding fan, bowed to Zhang Sanfeng to the ground, and said, "I was born in the late Qinghan and took charge of the Ming Cult. Today I can see the hope of Beidou in the martial arts world, how lucky is it!"

After saying that, she looked up and looked at Zhang Sanfeng. She saw a very handsome young man behind Zhang Sanfeng winking at her. Who else wasn't the hateful little thief Xin Han?

I pretended to be someone else in front of others, and my face turned red, but her psychological quality was very strong and she instantly returned to normal: "It turns out that Master Xin is here, and the little girl is a fake Li Gui and meets the real Li Kui."

Xin Han walked out from behind Zhang Sanfeng and smiled and said, "Does the princess think she looks like a fiend? I have to take a good look at this."

Zhao Min spat: "Xin Han, I don't have time to joke with you. This time I came to Wudang to surrender to the court, otherwise I would step on Wudang Mountain."

She waved her hand, and everyone behind her shouted at the same time: "Stand the Wudang", "Stand the Wudang", "Stand the Wudang"     .

So many masters shouted with their internal strength at the same time, and the sounds shone across the Sanqing Hall chuckled.

The Wudang disciple beside Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but change his face.

Unexpectedly, Xin Han yelled loudly: "Scream, I'm not deaf." He used his internal strength and elixir at the same time, and his voice was even more powerful, completely covering up the shouts of Zhao Min's men.

This made Zhao Min's masters move. How deep internal strength can suppress the voices of many masters.

Zhao Min's face was not good-looking: "Master Xin, you can win if you have a loud voice!"

Xin Han said: "I think so too, Wuji, how did your teacher tell you?"

Zhang Wuji said aloud: "Teacher teaches you, don't make noises if you can do it."

After this, Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Min actually burst out laughing, but immediately realized that this was too harmful to morale, so she immediately forced herself to hold it in a very uncomfortable way. She glared at Xin Han's eyes fiercely.

Xin Han asked, "Prince, are the heroes of Wudang in your hands?"

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Song Daxia, Yu Erxia, Zhang Sixia, Yin Liuxia, Mo Qixia are five, right now in my hands. Everyone was hurt a little, but their lives were not hindered."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Are you injured a little? You are probably a little poisoned."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "Zhang Zhenren is really arrogant about Wudang's unique skills. Since you say they were poisoned, even if they were poisoned."

Zhang Sanfeng knew very well that several disciples were all good players of the world. Even if there were outnumbered, there would always be a few people who could escape and reward him. If he was captured, he would definitely be a poison that was left without a trace and could not be avoided.

Seeing that he guessed, Zhao Min admitted it calmly.

Zhang Sanfeng distinguished his appearance and knew that her words were not false. He couldn't help but feel depressed and stroked his chest with his hands.

Everyone behind Zhao Min looked at each other and looked at each other happily. Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's action, he thought Kong Xiang had succeeded in the sneak attack, and the Wudang master was already injured.

Zhao Min immediately began to persuade Zhang Sanfeng to surrender to the court.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhao Min like lightning and said, "The Yuan people were cruel and harming the people. Today, the heroes emerged. It was to expel the captives and return my country. All my descendants of Huangdi had the intention to expel the Tartars. Although the old Taoist was not talented, he would not be your lackey in Yuanting."

Zhao Min suddenly asked a big man behind him and shouted loudly: "That old Taoist, you don't know the importance of your words! The Wudang Sect is completely destroyed in a blink of an eye! You are not afraid of death. Are more than a hundred Taoist disciples on this mountain not afraid of death?" This man spoke with a lot of energy, tall and broad-minded, and extremely majestic.

Xin Han shook his head: "Come on, come here, don't tell me anymore. If you can do it, don't make a fuss. We have fought. If you win, I will surrender directly to the court, and you don't need to persuade me. How good you can see."

When the big man saw Xin Han take action, he was not afraid, but he was eager to try and looked at Zhao Min with his eyes.

Zhao Min smiled and said, "Why, when will the Wudang Sect have to stand out on behalf of the Ming Cult?"

Xin Han said: "Don't say it's useless. I just learned martial arts with Zhenren Zhang. I can be considered half of his disciple. Will I fight if I say something?"

Zhao Min smiled and said, "Okay, go and learn about Master Xin's master's tricks."

The big man responded and rushed towards Xin Han.

This big man waved his palm with a single palm, and the wind was blowing towards Xin Han.

Xin Han waited until his palm was approaching, and he used one-handed moves to pull the man's palm away, then used his moves to whip directly in front of his chest. He heard a loud bang that drove the man away and headed straight to Zhao Min.

Zhao Min was not panicked, but saw three people jumping out from behind her and blocking her. Their three people's body movements were either solemn or elegant, and they were all extraordinary.

Among them, there were crow clothes and knots, one was a thin monk, and another was a curly beard and green-eyed man, who was a Hu from the Western Regions.

The blue-eyed Human reached out to pick up the big man, grabbed the other person's body with both hands, and felt a huge force coming, which was beyond his ability to resist, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

The monk reached out to fit his hand around his waist, and both of them shook, and then he took the big man's body and stopped.

Everyone looked at the big man again. Qi Qiao was bleeding and his sternum had completely collapsed, but his sternum was smashed by Xin Hanji's single whip, and he could not die any more.

Zhao Min looked cold and mocked: "It is worthy of being the leader of the Demon Sect, and Master Xin is such a vicious method."

Xin Han smiled and said, "Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi, the third in the Central Plains, the most vicious one is your Yuan Meng court, the second vicious one is definitely you, Princess, I! I can only learn these inexplicable methods from Princess."

Zhao Min's face gradually became colder: "Since you said I'm vicious, let you see what viciousness is, give me a chance to take everyone down." She was planning to fight a group.

Suddenly, I heard a long laugh outside the door laughing. A blue figure flashed into the hall. The man's body movement was like a ghost, a charm, a wind, and lightning. He suddenly bullied the monk to swing his palm and slapped it out.

The monk didn't turn around, and he just turned his hand and wanted to fight with him hard.

The man didn't wait for this move to fight, and his left hand had already patted the shoulder of the Hu people in the Western Regions. The Hu people dodged and kicked his lower abdomen with a flying leg.

The man had already attacked the man in tattered clothes.

In an instant, he launched three palms in a row and attacked three masters. Although he failed to hit every palm, his technique was incredible.

The three of them knew that they had encountered strong enemies, so they jumped out several steps and focused on the battle.

The man in blue ignored the enemy and bowed to Xin Han: "Wei Yi laughed and kowtowed to the master."

Xin Han said: "Bat King, didn't I say that you and me don't have to be too polite. Come on, meet Zhenren Zhang soon."

Wei Yixiao bowed to Zhang Sanfeng again and said, "Wei Yixiao, the junior of the Ming Cult Master Xin, please see Zhang Zhenren!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Mr. Wei doesn't have to be too polite. He has long admired the Qingyi Bat King's light skills, which are rare in the world. Today I see it, and it is worthy of its reputation." To be continued.

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At the reminder of Xia Tian’s wife today, Xia Tian finally realized that she had another problem of procrastination of the plot. Yitian seemed to have been a little too long and fainted. Many ideas have not been written yet.
Chapter completed!