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Yang Potian: "You don't need to be polite. Although I have lived in vain for a few years, in terms of seniority, I am just the same generation as you!"

Song Yuanqiao: "Seniors are not allowed. I dare not talk about seniority. The strong in the world are respected.

What’s more, our seniors participated in the Battle of Xiangyang a hundred years ago, and they are seniors worthy of our respect both emotionally and rationally.”

Zhang Sanfeng immediately waved his hand, he was troubled by these confusing seniority the most, "Haha, okay, Po Tian, ​​don't insist anymore.

Yuanqiao is right, the strong are respected in the world, and we all live our own lives.

There's no need to worry about the red tape.

Fellow Taoist Wuji, how did you arrange it?"

Wujizi: "To be honest, with the character of these greedy guys, I really don't want to care about them anymore. I'd rather die.

But after all, it is also a tool for inheritance.

The current arrangement is that we will secretly go to Junshan with two innate masters and station three at Wudang.

But there’s still half a year left, so we can adapt accordingly.”

Another half month later, under the leadership of Zhang Wuji, everyone from the Ming Cult gathered in Wudang, including Yang Xiao, the left envoy of Guangming, Fan Yao, the right envoy, Dai Qisi, the purple-robed dragon king, Yin Tianzheng, the white-browed eagle king, and Wei Yixiao, the green-winged bat king.

"Uncle?"

Zhang Wuji was surprised when he saw Guo Polu.

Guo Polu nodded: "Wuji, you are here too!"

"Ouch……"

But it was Zhang Wuji who was struck violently by Zhang Sanfeng and screamed.

"Little bastard, what a big uncle!

That is your uncle's brother-in-law and the brother of your master Guo Xiang.

Let’s also call him Grand Master!”

"Ah... Po Lu Gong? Grand Master? Ahem, Wuji pays homage to Grand Master. I have offended him many times before. I hope Grand Master will forgive me!"

"Master Zhang of the Ming Cult sits down, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, Wei Yixiao, Yin Tianzheng and Dai Qisi pay their respects to Senior Guo!"

Zhang Sanfeng stopped him and said, "Okay, it's rare to see many strange things. This is Polu, you know it."

This is Yang Potian, the son of the Condor Hero Yang Guo, and this is Wufan, the grandson of Wuji Master.

They are all beings in the innate realm, please be respectful to me."

"Xiantian? Meet Senior Wu, Senior Yang!

Grand Master, when did this world have so many talents?"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Haha, Wuji Zhenren is my master, the eighth son of Quanzhen.

The hero Guo Jing, Yang Kang’s mentor!

A hundred years ago, when Xiangyang City was destroyed, Master Wuji rescued Guo Jing's family and lived in seclusion. Later, Yang Kang's family also went to that place.

Over time, these two families have given birth to offspring, and they have been trained by Master Wuji, and they are all outstanding talents!

If Wuji hadn't made a mistake, he would definitely not be as good as those little guys.

A few years ago, I was shouting and killing in this Zixiao Palace. I just wanted to get the title of Killer of Thousands of People.

When you are in your twenties, you are at the peak of your realm, and now you are a master who is not inferior to Wuji.

You must be mature now, otherwise you would have been beaten long ago!"

"What the second brother-in-law said is absolutely true. Those guys are usually lawless and are often beaten by their parents!

The more you beat him, the more he will be honest!"

…

Time flies, and the Beggar Clan leader’s abdication meeting is about to begin.

He was really good at not being secretive. During this period of time in Wudang, the number of innate masters on the Meng Yuan side was never found.

As for Meng Yuan's plan, there are only three ways to guess.

First, the innate masters massacred the Central Plains warriors in Junshan.

Two armies were sent to encircle and suppress the enemy, but if the army was sent out, there would be movement, so this was ruled out.

The third point, and the most likely one, is that a large amount of explosives were buried underground in advance, and the Central Plains martial arts warriors were killed in one fell swoop during the competition.

After the decision was made, a total of five innate masters, Yang Potian and Wufan, were secretly arranged to Junshan.

Of course, knowing that it was a conspiracy, Wudang did not send any disciples there. Similarly, the Mingjiao people also stayed in Wudang.

Wuji, Zhang Sanfeng, and Guo Polu were in Wudang. The difference was that Wuji and Guo Polu were hidden.

The outside world doesn't know why, but Wudang is still eerily calm.

When the time agreed for the Junshan Conference arrived, there was still no movement in Wudang.

Even Wuji wonders if he thinks too much.

Thousands of troops at the foot of Wudang Mountain suddenly surrounded the mountain. Led by a young and beautiful woman, followed by several fierce men, they came to Wudang Mountain.

Wudang had no intention of stopping him, so the group arrived at Zixiao Palace unimpeded.

Hearing that the army was surrounding the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Wuji, Zhang Daofan and others were already waiting here.

"After studying at the end of the school, I entered Zhao Min and paid homage to Zhenren Zhang.

These people must be the Mingjiao people and the Eight Heroes of Wudang, right?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at this little girl dressed as a man, but she looked dashing.

"Haha, little girl, how can you be sure that the old man is Zhang Sanfeng and not the person next to him?

In terms of appearance and age, they are much older than me."

Zhao Min: "Zhenzhen Zhang is joking, right now, although none of you respects you, the respect others look at you is self-evident.

Secondly, everyone in the world knows that Zhang Zhenren is a great congenital master of martial arts, and his appearance is rejuvenated, which is reasonable.

However, the martial arts world in the Central Plains is really not simple. It is no wonder that a hundred years ago, Guo Jing was able to lead them to resist our Mongolian and Yuan armies for decades.

They actually guessed our purpose just based on clues."

Zhang Daofan: "You are such a smart and exquisite little girl. How are you sure that my father has guessed your purpose?"

"This is not simple. None of the Mingjiao people or Wudang people went to attend the Beggar Clan's leader succession meeting.

If you hadn’t guessed, what else could it be? But Wu-Tang doesn’t live up to the rumors.

Since you have guessed it, why not go to Junshan to rescue him?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "Little girl, you are indeed smart enough, but since you guessed it, we already know it.

Is there no arrangement? The veteran also guessed that you Meng Yuan has innate masters, and there is more than one.

This is your reliance, your Meng Yuan's reliance.

If you want to kill me, call them out and let them understand why the old Taoist became the great master of the Central Plains martial arts.

Today Lao Dao will tell the world that Lao Dao is not only the great master of the Central Plains martial arts world, but also the great master of your Meng Yuan."

"Haha, Mr. Zhang is too confident."

Suddenly, a bearded man wearing Mongolian royal clothes, majestic and dignified, with a dignified appearance, not angry but powerful, eyes gleaming with lightning, cold and with a kind of magical power that can see through people's hearts, giving people the impression of being shrewd, powerful but powerful.

The deep feeling of Youcheng Mansion is typical of the kind of talented and strategic people, but a big man in his forties or fifties suddenly came to Zixiao Palace from outside at a high speed.

There are two people traveling with him, one is wearing a red cassock, his face is pale and rosy, he has a handsome face, and has an almost demonic masculine charm. His eyes are open and closed, and his eyes are shining, looking straight into people's hearts.

Go there, the heaven is vast, and standing there feels like something otherworldly.
Chapter completed!