Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xie Xun, and a hint of dismay flashed across his face. Since he could not use Wu Mu's suicide note, he could only think of some other methods.

He believed that a large Wudang Mountain would definitely have a foothold in Xie Xun, but if Xie Xun was really stubborn, he would have to leave it to fate.

"Since the master has already got what he wants, how about comprehending it in my Wudang Mountain?"

Zhang Sanfeng said slowly.

"No need, the Emei Sect has important things. You can't stay in Wudang. I hope Zhenren Zhang will forgive me. Moreover, Shaolin Temple has already spoken. In three days, the heroes of the world will gather together in Wudang Mountain. At that time, Zhenren Zhang will be busy!"

Master Mie Jue looked at Xie Xun coldly. Although he was talking to Zhang Sanfeng, he deliberately said in front of Xie Xun.

After hearing this, Xie Xun clenched his fists and his body trembled several times, but he finally suppressed it.

The ten years of Ice and Fire Island have worn away a lot of his tyrannical nature. Even now facing such words, he can still endure it.

He didn't understand why Zhang Sanfeng wanted to spread the muddy waters of Xie Xun, and the right and the demons were incompatible. Zhang Sanfeng was defiling his innocence in Wudang Mountain.

"Haha, some clowns jumping, I think they can't do anything big. However, after the Master has obtained the scriptures and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, do not keep it well. Never let it fall into the hands of the evil demons, otherwise the martial arts world will be in trouble again!"

Master Mie Jue nodded, "This is natural, I will take care of my Emei Sect."

After saying that, Master Mie Jue was silent for a moment and threw the booklet to Zhang Sanfeng. "Since it's still early, Zhenren Zhang will read it first. I hope Zhenren Zhang won't wear it outside!"

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled, slowly picked up the booklet in his hand and started reading it.

About a quarter of an hour passed, Zhang Sanfeng slowly threw the Nine Yin Scriptures and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon to Master Miejue, and then sighed.

"The Nine Yin True Sutra and the essence of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed well-known and profound!"

Master Mie Jue looked at Zhang Sanfeng and bowed gently, "Then I will leave first, and I hope Zhenren Zhang will take care of him in the future!"

Farewell to Master Mie Jue, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xie Xun with admiration, "Your Qi-raising skills are better than before, but the injuries left by force practicing the Seven Injury Fist are still raging in your body!"

Zhang Sanfeng had a very deep pharmacological skill, so he naturally saw the injuries on Xie Xun. "But over the years, you have cultivated your body and cultivated your character, and I can cure you in half a month!"

After Zhang Sanfeng said that, he looked at Wu Mu's suicide note in his hand, "I can't give this book to you, but the old Taoist promises that you will not die. No one in the world can kill you!"

Xie Xun barely showed a smile on his face. In his white eyes, there was a trace of death that Zhang Sanfeng could not even feel. As long as Cheng Kun was killed, he would apologize to the world!

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng was lined with his sleeves and looked unprecedentedly arrogant. So what about the storm and waves? So what about Shaolin and many martial arts masters? He was not afraid of everything, and no one in the world could do anything about him.

"Thank you, real person. Xie Xun only hopes that in three days, he can kill Cheng Kun. Even if he can die with Cheng Kun, Xie Xun will be satisfied!"

After Xie Xun finished speaking, he slowly left, and his back seemed a little desolate.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. Xie Xun is full of revenge now. Even if he dies, he is willing to do so. However, Cheng Kun is insidious and cunning, and Xie Xun alone cannot kill him!

Back in the secret room, Zhang Sanfeng began to silently recall the Nine Yin Scriptures and the essence of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

These two unique skills are unprecedented and are the essence of an era. Although he embraces all rivers and is a great master of his generation, these still inspire him.

The Nine Yin Scriptures were created by Huang Shang. Even in Zhang Sanfeng's own opinion, this book is very good. The explanation of martial arts is simply at a state of reaching the pinnacle and continuing the past and opening up the future.

There are also the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Subduing. This palm technique is the best skill in the book of Old Jin. It is the best way to defeat people with its strength. It is unparalleled. When the leader of the Beggar Gang Qiao used it to use it, it was so powerful that it could not be resisted.

"It's a pity that although the Nine Yin True Sutra and the Eighteen Palm Essence of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palm are good, they still cannot create the tenth level of Pure Yang Wuji Gong. Even with the Nine Yang Divine Power, it is difficult to do it. It seems that only after perfecting Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword, can the tenth level of Pure Yang Wuji Gong be perfected!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, he had already obtained the Nine Yang Divine Art and incorporated the essence into the Pure Yang Wuji Art, but there was still no way for him to create the tenth level!

But even so, his strength has improved considerably. Coupled with the flame divine palm he created, the savage sunny, his strength has become even more terrifying.

Zhang Sanfeng fell into deep thought. Xie Xun was indeed guilty, but he had promised that no one could kill Xie Xun, but he hoped that Xie Xun could understand it thoroughly and not be as in the original work as in the original work.

Time flies, and the years change, and in a blink of an eye, three days pass.

At this time, the emotions on Wudang Mountain were involuntarily solemn, and the entire Wudang Mountain was shrouded in a heavy aura.

At this time, the major sects in the martial arts world had already begun to march towards Wudang Mountain.

The leader is still Shaolin. This Shaolin Temple, which has always occupied the first rank of martial arts for many years, has taken out all its hidden foundations for the first time!

Shaolin Sandu, the four hidden monks, and many good players, such a lineup is enough to crush the Ming Cult!

The Ming Cult also seemed to want to watch a lively event, and Yang Xiao, as a representative, also visited him personally.

In addition to this, countless small sects came in a crowd, wanting to see how Wudang Mountain dealt with this time.

Only the Emei Sect has been silent as usual, as if it is unknown about the outside world, and even a disciple has not come!

"Senior Brother, this time everyone is not kind to come!"

Yu Daiyan's eyes were full of heavy eyes. This time, the martial arts movements were too big, and it could almost be said to be full of things. This time, how should Wudang Mountain resist, hand over Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Sword?

In that case, Wudang Mountain's reputation will be completely destroyed, but if we do not make friends, Wudang Mountain will probably face the first great disaster after the founding of the sect.

Song Yuanqiao looked at the direction of Zhenwu Hall and gently comforted him, "Master should have his own way. We can't panic first, we must never be distracted!"
Chapter completed!