"Hahaha, I'm joking, but this time I came to help Wudang and returned you to the Nine Yin Scriptures. You owe me a lot of love."

"What Master Chu said is reasonable, the old Taoist really owe you a favor."

"That's right!" Chen Liang said with a smile with a boxing high, "If I encounter trouble in the future, Zhenren Zhang will have to help me."

"Okay!" God knows how Zhang Sanfeng said this.

The leader of the Demon Cult helps Wudang. Wudang promised to help the Demon Cult in the future. If the outsiders know, they must think they are crazy.

Several people sat down, and Zhang Sanfeng called a Taoist boy to watch the tea and asked him to call Chongxu.

A few minutes later, he rushed into the door and saw the person in the room so scared that he almost drew his sword.

"Master Chu, the mountain is weak, Chongxu may not be able to withstand Ren Woxing. I would like to ask these two friends to help you and I can stay on the mountain and wait for Pang Ban."

"No problem!" Chen Liang looked at Ye Gucheng and Dongfang Bubai, "You two go to the foot of the mountain and face the three masters. As long as Ren Woxing is not a fool, he will not attack you."

"The main battlefield is on it. When Pang Ban loses, the people at the foot of the mountain will naturally retreat."

Unwillingly, Ye Gucheng and Dongfang Bubai followed Chongxu down the mountain. When Chen Liang came, he was talking about taking them to see the great master's peerless battle.

Unexpectedly, I was fooled and now I became a thug at the foot of the mountain.

I wanted to refute a few words but I was not very brave. This great devil took action and might beat them both.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the little magician Fang Yeyu was wearing a black lock armor and holding a Canglong Sphur, followed by his subordinates brought by the Magician Palace.

Challenging so many sects, he has already broken through to the master, and this time he is here to help the Demon Cult attack Wudang.

In front of him was a big cloak and a pale face. He was injured in attacking various major sects one after another. The worst time was that Feng Qingyang cut off three ribs with one sword, and he has not yet fully recovered.

"Fang Yeyu, when will your master come and how long will it take to wait?"

"As the leader, the master of the family set off three days ago. This should be coming soon. Please wait patiently for a while."

Xiang Wentian, with a scar on his face, looked gloomy and cursed: "Wait, fuck, when will there be a sure letter? Do you know how much money you need to raise these 100,000 people a day?"

Each person eats two taels of rice at a meal, half a pound a day, and more than 100,000 people, and the rice and grain a day is 70,000 to 80,000 pounds, which is not considered oil, salt and vegetables.

The expenses are so high and the Demon Cult has no fixed source of income. Ren Woxing dared not challenge the court, so he could only loot the major sects and the bandits' dens to open military supplies.

Wherever the Demon Cult went, all the bandits were removed, and the common people who didn't know the situation applauded.

"Random, I'm talking to me, you're the first one!" Fang Yeyu's Canglong Sphur waved, and the Qi on the blade was sucked and slashed towards Xiang Wentian.

Caught out of control, Xiang Wentian, who was in the middle stage of the congenital stage, had no time to react, his hair stood up, and his heart was raised to his throat.

Ren Woxing flashed to Xiang Wentian, slapped his palm, and pointed it at Ye Yu's halberd above.

"boom!"

Fang Yeyu was repelled and took four or five steps back, letting me take a step and not retreating, and he remained tall and determined in one move.

There is still a gap between the veteran master and the newly-breaking master.

"Nephew Fang, Xiang Wentian is a rough man and has no sense of speaking. You are not aware of the villain's faults, so please forgive me."

With a cold snorting, Fang Yeyu turned around and said nothing.

"Yu'er, how do I teach you normally? I won't apologize to the leader of Ren."

A heavy voice came from all directions. Several people turned around and saw no one. A few seconds later, a black shadow passed through the army and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

This is a man in his forties, with long black hair splitting down from the middle, hanging on his shoulders that are much wider than ordinary people. His nose bridge is high and straight, his eyes are flying, hiding a charm that is almost evil.

The purple gold clothes on his body are spotless, and a long black cloak is covered with, which is noble and unattainable.

"Join Master!"

"I've met the Palace Master!"

Here comes Pang Ban, who is known as the magician, another myth in the martial arts world. His skills are already very powerful. Although he is over 100 years old, he looks only in his forties.

"Get up." Pang Ban glanced at Fang Yeyu and exclaimed softly: "Yu'er, apologize to the leader Ren."

"Yes, Master." He stood up and Fang Yeyu bowed to Ren Woxing, "Master Ren, I was impulsive just now, don't blame me."

"It's okay, young man." Haha, Ren Woxing looked at Pang Ban and said respectfully: "I've seen a magician."

Pang Ban was a sensational figure a hundred years ago. He was invincible in that era. No matter how crazy Ren Woxing was, he would never dare to be arrogant in front of him anymore.

Besides, he came to help this time and couldn't afford to offend him. Without Pang Ban, he couldn't defeat Wudang.

After looking at Ren Woxing, Pang Ban chuckled, "I haven't entered the Central Plains for many years, but I have produced many up-and-coming talents. Ren's leader has profound skills and is the strongest among the Demon Sect Leaders I have ever seen."

"The magician Mixuan, I still have a long way to go compared to my predecessors." Even Ren Woxing was praised by Pang Ban, even Ren Woxing was a little light and secretly happy.

Next to him, Fang Yeyu's mouth slit up and his eyes looked disdainful.

Master has not entered the Central Plains for many years and does not know the situation in the world, but can he still not know? Ren Woxing was taken away by Dongfang Bubai and was imprisoned by the dungeon for ten years.

If it weren't for the mercy of others, he would have died long ago.

If I take office by force, I will not be the opponent of Dongfang Bubai, let alone the world's number one Chu Tianxing.

Feeling the breath of a grandmaster on the mountainside, Pang Ban was slightly surprised and said, "There are three grandmasters on it."

"Ah!" Ren Woxing was stunned, "Where did the three masters come from Wudang? Could it be that Shaolin came to help?"

Since they are masters, they definitely did not count Zhang Sanfeng as one grandmaster and three grandmasters. They are no rivals here.

Zhang Sanfeng must have left it to Pang Ban to solve it. He can only deal with one grandmaster himself. The remaining two grandmasters Fang Yeyu are one. What should I do if there is another one?

"No problem, I brought a friend on the way here this time." Pang Ban turned to Shulin and said, "Let's come out."

After speaking, a black shadow walked out of the woods, dozens of meters in one step, and a few steps ahead. The person who came was wearing a black hooded cloak, his face covered, and only a pair of eagle eyes were exposed.

Ren Woxing and Fang Yeyu felt nervous. Both of them were masters, but this person was a hundred meters away from them and they had never noticed it. It can be seen that his skills were still above the two of them.

After taking a look at the dense crowds of more than 100,000 demon sects behind him, Pang Ban told Ren Wo: "Let these people stay here, don't take them with you."

The master wants to leave, but he can't keep these little shrimps, and it will be useless if they go.

And he didn't say anything, if he loses, no one of the masters here can escape from Zhang Sanfeng's palms and die.
Chapter completed!