Bei Jinyi was stunned and took a step back.

Zhang Wuji shouted: "Aren't you ashamed of being so cruel and fierce?"

Everyone suddenly saw a ragged boy standing up, and they were stunned. When they heard the two sentences he questioned Bei Jinyi, they were all inexplicably rational.

Where were you when the demon sect slaughtered the entire clan?

Bei Jinyi looked back at Miejue, but Miejue looked at Song Yuanqiao of Wudang Sect and said, "Song Hero, is this what you Wudang mean?"

Song Yuanqiao was puzzled: "What does the Master mean?"

"This kid said he is the son of Zhang Wuxia of Wudang, Zhang Wuji. Now he has stood up to accuse me of Emei of killing innocent people, which means that you, Wudang, have already stood aside with the Demon Sect?" Mie Jue asked in a deep voice.

Then Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Wuji carefully, and his figure and appearance were indeed very similar to his fifth junior brother.

"You, are you my junior nephew Wuji?" Yin Liting next to him shouted intimately.

Zhang Wuji's eyes were red. The Xuanming Divine Palm of the two elders Xuanming in his body was the uncle and uncle and uncle who were transporting internal energy day and night to save his life.

Among all the teachers and uncles, Yin Liting was the best friend and treated him very well.

When he looked at the sixth uncle who had been separated for nine years, he saw his face full of dust and his temples slightly gray. He thought that Ji Xiaofu's death was a great blow to his mind.

"Wuji pays homage to Master and Uncle Six." As he said that, Zhang Wuji knelt down and kowtowed directly.

"Zhang Wuji?" Hearing this name, the Huashan Sect and others who were still healing next to him suddenly changed their expressions.

You know, the only person in the martial arts world who knows the whereabouts of the Dragon Slaying Sword may be this Zhang Wuji.

The sword slays the dragon and commands the world, no one dares to refuse to obey!

Which man in the martial arts world is not interested in the world? The Supreme Martial Arts World! Who doesn’t want to sit on the supreme throne?

However, everyone remembered the unpredictable skill of Master Miejue just now, and quickly suppressed the greed in his heart.

This Miejue is not as easy to talk to as Zhang Sanfeng.

Living is more important than anything else.

"Wuji boy!" Song Yuanqiao also looked excited. The seven brothers were close to each other. He never expected that the fifth junior brother had not returned for ten years and had just returned, and he would part with him after he came back.

As a result, they lost the fifth junior brother's son, but they didn't expect that they would be lost and regained.

"Master!"

Seeing the people of Wudang being greeted, Mie Jue coughed: "Song Daxia, you Wudang want to give us an explanation."

"Yes! Are you Wudang standing with the Demon Sect? Or do you want to protect them?" The five elders of Kongtong also rushed over and shouted.

There is something to say about the Demon Sect. When the Golden Lion King rushed into their sect and killed all directions, he didn't even let some of his disciples go, and even snatched away their secret book of the sect: Seven Injury Fist.

Song Yuanqiao frowned and looked at Zhang Wuji: "Mr. Wuji, you are my Wudang disciple, how can you get along with the Ming Cult?"

Zhang Wuji said: "Master, these people are all guilty of justice and are generous in their pursuit of death. They are really heroes and heroes. How can they be called evil demons and heretics?

Besides, the Ming Cult kills people, and you have killed ten times more people. What is the difference between good and evil in ordinary killing?"

Song Yuanqiao was silent. Is this his own nephew slapped his family in the face in public?

Can this nephew still need it? Will the master clean up the portal when he returns to clean up the portal?

Miejue didn't say anything, and she suddenly liked to watch the fun.
Chapter completed!