There was a pause.

The pressure that was so oppressive that even the air dared not flow finally returned to normal after two ordinary conversations.

The gentle breeze blows, disturbing the thoughts of countless people. Those who heard it secretly thought about the profound meaning contained in these words, while those who did not hear it sighed in their hearts at the magnanimity of the two, and pursued the question of who is stronger and who is weaker deep in their hearts.

A question that has been circulating in the world for a long time.

The best in the world...

With this title, regardless of whether they are people who have entered the world of martial arts or those who have not yet entered the world of martial arts, how many people have not imagined this issue in their minds?

The founder of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng, has long been a well-known figure in the world and a famous grand master. No one knows how strong this white-haired old man is, who is already a hundred years old.

So is he qualified?

Yes.

This thought flashed through my mind, and anyone in the world who had this conjecture would get this answer.

So is this unknown young man who jumped out like a meteor, mastered the Ming Cult, and subverted the Huashan Sect in a flash qualified? The result is that no one dares to deny it. Therefore, today, when Wudang Mountain puts on such a big posture to welcome

After the arrival of the Ming Cult, many people speculated that such a brilliant and dazzling battle might take place on this mountain.

"..."

After receiving a positive answer from Yue Yuan, Zhang Junbao was silent for a while. Then he turned slightly and welcomed Yue Yuan into the Zhenwu Hall.

His eyes scanned slightly.

Yue Yuan's eyes were observing this Taoist sect, which is famous in the world and can be compared with Shaolin Temple. It is a Taoist sect that holds the head of an ox. In Shanda, Yue Yuan will not be surprised at all the luxurious decorations. Because at the moment,

Although the Wudang Sect has a sufficient status in the world, it is far less than the scale of the Chunyang Sect.

Moreover, Wudang has never been a sect that pursues a luxurious style. Its sect style is always low-key and heavy.

on the contrary.

Apart from Zhang Junbao in the Wudang Sect, the one who really attracted Yue Yuan's attention was the protagonist of what happened next.

Young Zhang Wuji.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji was standing among the core disciples of the third generation of Wudang, standing next to another young man in Tsing Yi. Although they had never met before, Yue Yuan still recognized the identities of the two young men at a glance. Because

He could see the traces inherited from his parents in the appearance of each of the two teenagers.

The young man in plain clothes is Zhang Wuji. His face has traces of Yin Tianzheng, especially his eyebrows.

As for the young man in green, he looks very similar to Song Yuanqiao, so his identity is self-evident.

The interesting part is the current relationship between the two...

at the moment.

Zhang Wuji leaned back slightly, while Song Qingshu stood in front of him, as if he was trying to block the impact and danger for his descendants.

This scene was filled with joy in the eyes of Song Yuanqiao and the other Six Heroes.

But in Yue Yuan's eyes, seeing it was a crisis.

At a glance, Yue Yuan was almost certain that the two brothers would eventually have problems.

What others see is the love of brothers, but what Yue Yuan sees is the difference in status.

He saw jealousy in Song Qingshu's eyes. Even when he glanced at the other party, the other party had the temperament of a newborn calf, staring at him eagerly. He was not protecting his brother, but his younger brother.

.

Seeing this, Yue Yuan turned around and glanced at Zhang Junbao who was walking aside. Under his pale hair, his face looked plain and ordinary. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

There was a sigh in my heart.

Zhang Junbao looks both lucky and unlucky now.

He has an innocent heart, and even at his current age, he still maintains this, which is really rare. But it brings another major shortcoming to Zhang Junbao. He cannot see other things in life hidden in his words and deeds.

something.

If it were Guo Xiang, she would have already seen at a glance the crisis hidden among the three generations of disciples of the sect.

What Yue Yuan was thinking about didn't know that his speculation just confirmed another thing.

Officially about Guo Xiang.

It was only during this period that Zhang Junbao realized what he was thinking.

Soon, the two arrived at the main hall.

Take a seat.

…

corner.

Zhang Wuji stared blankly at the leader of the Ming Cult, who looked not much older than himself. The young man felt confused.

How in the world could...

But Zhang Wuji understood that the 'young man' in front of him, who was called Yue Yuan, was not praised for his appearance. According to his brother Song Qingshu, he was an old monster. Of course, after Song Qingshu muttered, he was stopped by his father

A hard blow to the back of the head.

Zhang Wuji still remembered Uncle Song's appearance at that time. He wanted to slap Song Qingshu on the wall.

But Zhang Wuji had to admit this statement.

In front of him, Yue Yuan, who was sitting there, was an old monster, a terrifying figure who was recorded in Taoist classics as being able to rejuvenate his youth. Because, Zhang Wuji could clearly see that his grandfather treated him with the courtesy of a junior.

.

In other words, I'm afraid that the 'young man' in front of me is older than my master's grandfather.

And today...

It was this 'young man' who brought the Ming Cult to worship the mountain and asked him about the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife.

"..."

He was a little nervous, inexplicably recalling the scene a few years ago again in his mind. Turning his eyes slightly, Zhang Wuji's eyes met the eyes of the White-browed Eagle King in the Ming Cult team, who also had flamboyant white hair.

There was a look of pity and distress in his eyes.

He knew that that was his grandfather.

"Don't be afraid!"

As if aware of the changes in Zhang Wuji's expression and mood, Song Qingshu, who was standing aside, grabbed Zhang Wuji's shoulder and said very seriously: "I will protect you!"

"My dad will protect you!"

"Uncle and uncle will protect you!"

"Grandpa Shi will protect you!"

Zhang Wuji was quite moved by the four consecutive 'protections'. Although his brother sometimes had a very childish temper, he was not bad at all because of worry. But... Zhang Wuji always had a sense of worry in his heart. The feeling was different from what he had seen when he saw him with his own eyes.

The day a parent commits suicide is always the same.

As for Song Qingshu on the side, after saying that, his eyes fell on Yue Yuan again.

After looking at it carefully and licking his lips, Song Qingshu felt in his heart that the old monster in front of him was very majestic.

He was envious.

He was even thinking about how glorious it would be if one day Song Qingshu could become the leader of a religion at such a young age?

Guangzong Yaozu!

Vast Wudang!

The myth of Song Qingshu will spread throughout the world...

Um?

On the side, Zhang Wuji, who was deeply moved by himself, turned around and suddenly found that his brother's eyes were shining brightly at some point, as if he had seen something very beautiful.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji felt that he was confused.

…

After some posturing and small talk for others to watch, the two parties finally got down to business.

Yue Yuan's eyes moved away.

His gaze first rested on Zhang Wuji, and then glanced at Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King who was sitting next to him.

Feeling this gaze, Yin Tianzheng couldn't help but sigh and slowly stood up.
Chapter completed!