Chapter 63 Taking the opportunity to cover up the truth and arrest Cheng Kun
The damn person is not dead.
This itself is a kind of irony.
Zhang Cuishan and Lu Heng secured the deal, but Cheng Kun was also booked.
Because he lied, he would definitely come back, and the only way was to insist that the dragon-slaying knife was real.
But the real dragon-slaying knife is not that important.
"It's Master Zhang. Congratulations to Master Zhang on his 100th birthday. You can be said to be the longevity star in the martial arts world!"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang has not been out of Wudang for more than ten years, but Wudang is thriving. I'm envious."
"It would be great if our Kongtong sect had such a capable person."
Huashan, Kunlun and Kongtong, the three sects have strange yin and yang, obviously they are celebrating birthdays.
But his eyes looked at Lu Heng.
Under this situation, Song Yuanqiao looked unhappy and said: "If you are not sincere in coming to the birthday banquet, please leave Wudang."
With the protection of an innate master like Lu Heng.
After Song Yuanqiao and others also gained the ultimate strength in the world, Wudang became more stubborn and refused to buy anyone's face.
Zhang Sanfeng lived to be a hundred years old and was also a famous elder in the martial arts world.
Being ridiculed like this is not a slap in the face of the Wu-Tang Clan.
Lu Heng smiled slightly and said, "Oh, then the three of you don't want the dragon-slaying knife. Please come down the mountain."
As soon as these words came out.
The expressions of the three factions changed dramatically.
They never thought that Lu Heng would do this. They originally wanted to be spectators and watch the joke.
Who knows, the biggest joke is themselves.
"No, no, how dare we make a mistake? Master Zhang is the top mountain in the martial arts world, Beidou. I, He Taichong, have no intention of conflicting with Wudang."
The Kunlun faction was the first to apologize.
The other two factions took a look and sighed in their hearts.
How could Lu Heng not know that when they went to the Yellow Crane Tower, they had gathered together to secretly discuss the idea of morally kidnapping Wudang and discussing an alliance.
It's a pity that Lu Heng was intimidated and now the five major factions can no longer unite.
They also covet the dragon-slaying sword.
This is why they don't dare to be presumptuous, otherwise they will lose the qualification to auction the dragon-slaying knife, they will also be targeted by Wudang, and they will become a laughing stock in the martial arts world.
No matter which one, they can't afford it.
"Since Master He said this, he is a friend of Wudang. Yuanqiao, please send Master He to take a seat at the main table."
"As for the Kongtong Sect and the Huashan Sect, I wonder if the Five Elders of Kongtong, you, and the head of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong, have any other ideas?"
Lu Heng took a step forward.
The two factions retreated immediately, but in the eyes of outsiders, it looked like they were nervous and weak.
"Why retreat? I don't like to eat people, especially you, Elder Tang Wenliang, but you are hostile to Mr. Lu. What do you want to do if you show your murderous intention?"
"Um?"
As soon as these words came out.
The Wudang disciples immediately showed their weapons.
With a sense of regret, Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward and said calmly: "Mu Lingzi, the founder of Kongtong, is from the same Taoist lineage as the old Taoist. We have met each other several times. If you don't want to be friends with Wudang, you will have to stay here."
Hey, please help yourself."
Lu Heng didn't expect that his senior brother would give him a divine assist.
Tang Wenliang was glared at by two innate masters, but he still dared to stab him.
Knowing full well that Zhang Sanfeng was venting his anger on his disciple Zhang Cuishan, he moved his mouth, rolled his sleeves and wanted to leave, but was held back by Zong Weixia.
"I'm sorry, Master Zhang. My junior brother has been feeling unwell recently. We, the Kongtong Sect, are no different from Wudang. I ask for your forgiveness, Master Zhang."
Kongtong was already domineering and rude in his behavior, but he did not dare to be so rude in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
As for the Shaolin Temple and Emei sects, they had already settled in front of the main table. Seeing the scene in front of them, they looked at each other and felt that Zhang Sanfeng was so unfamiliar, which made them even more chilled.
But you can't say that.
They didn't think it was wrong for them to threaten Zhang Cuishan, but when others did so, they felt uncomfortable, and they were already double standards.
Lu Heng saw it from the corner of his eye and smiled and said: "Maybe, Elder Tang, the sect leader and a few experts who can't name them might as well go to the main table to invite them."
As for the Huashan Sect.
Lu Heng didn't take it seriously at all. The so-called leader Xian Yutong was okay for playing tricks, but when it came to martial arts, he was not as good as Song Yuanqiao and others, and it was not worth his presence.
"Let's go. All the heroes in the world give favor to the Wudang sect. I believe some of my colleagues don't know me as my junior brother."
"His name is Lu Heng. He is the number one master of my Wudang sect. His skills are even better than those of an experienced Taoist. Please forgive me if I violate any taboos in the future."
Zhang Sanfeng walked quickly and came to the main seat to welcome guests and sat down.
Just outside the Zhenwu Hall, there are Wudang disciples protecting you.
There are fifty inner disciples, all of whom are top-notch in the world.
Even among the outer disciples, there are thirty first-rate masters, and the remaining weakest ones are still at the peak of the second rate.
The Wudang Sect, not counting the fourth generation disciples, has more than 200 people, with a total of more than 500 masters.
When the heroes saw this scene, they were stunned.
Because there were so many masters, they were almost overwhelmed and couldn't even lift their heads, and felt horrified.
Lu Heng smiled and said: "Senior brother, if you are too modest, your praise will be in vain. I, Lu Heng, am still very young, and I still need help from my colleagues for many things. If you have any difficulties, you can come to Wudang to find me."
"Of course, I will kill one of those who commit crimes, or a pair of them. Please be kind to others."
Lu Heng looked around.
No one dared to look at him.
At one table in the Shaolin Temple, there were even more people sitting like pincushions.
"Senior Brother Yuanzhen, but I'm not feeling well, why don't I accompany him to rest?"
"No need, I'm okay, I just have a bad stomach."
Cheng Kun found that he had been firmly locked by several qi forces, and felt a little uneasy.
The strongest one among them, if you look closely, is the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng.
Lu Heng was speaking birthday wishes from the front.
The surrounding guests only cooperated and agreed, no one dared to speak against it.
After three rounds of drinking.
Zhang Sanfeng left first and went to the side hall to receive the heads of various sects.
Lu Heng just looked at it a few times in the front hall and smiled slightly.
His eyes fell on Yuan Zhen.
"Junior brother, I have some inconvenience. I'm going to go to the hut, and maybe I'll go down the mountain later. You don't have to wait for me. If the abbot and uncle come out, help me accuse you."
Yuan Zhen didn't dare to stay, so she could only say a few words to Yuan Xing next to her, and then quietly left the table.
Yin Tianzheng looked at Lu Heng.
"It's time to take action!"
If Cheng Kun wants to escape, where can he escape?
Lu Heng will not miss this good show. The layout is so grand, not just for this guy. At the foot of Wudang Mountain, at least a dozen Tianzun Palace masters have gathered. In addition, there are several masters from Tianying Sect.
gather.
Song Yuanqiao watched from outside the Zhenwu Hall. Lu Heng deliberately went to the Zhenwu Hall first and then left through the back door.
With the help of the night, as soon as the body turned, the person disappeared in place.
"Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Chengkun, where else do you want to escape?"
"Could it be that you want to report a message to King Ruyang? Don't think that there are more than ten thousand Yuan soldiers gathered thirty miles away from the mountain. We don't know. Just waiting for you to get into the hole and want to escape. Let me catch this guy."
"White-browed Eagle King, I, the Shaolin Temple, have no grievances with you, Tianying, so why are you trying to get in trouble with me? I don't know what Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hands Can Become, I am Shaolin Temple Monk Yuan Zhen."
Cheng Kun was on the run and wanted to take himself out.
Yin Tianzheng didn't give him a chance, and directly used his eagle claws to grab the hand, trying to capture him.
But it was blocked by a finger.
"Huanyinzhi, he also said that you are not Cheng Kun, let me capture it! Leave it to my wise brother to deal with you!"
"Master Yang, what's wrong with you?"
"What, Yang Dingtian, it's impossible!"
Cheng Kun was frightened. He didn't know how to turn his head, and there was no one behind him. Only then did he realize that he had been deceived. But when he wanted to use his skills to escape, Yin Tianzheng directly fixed several large points on his body.
"You actually lied to me!"
"You are stupid, but you are really stupid and pitiful. Take it away!"
(To be continued)
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