Taiyi's Five Elements Magic Kung Fu is the most powerful skill in Wudang.

If we insist on talking about power, it can be called the most powerful one among the secret arts, and there is no way to improve it.

Upon hearing the Huashan Patriarch's sneer and sarcasm, the Wudang Patriarch's face suddenly turned ugly. This was no longer a joke, but a naked verbal attack.

Ning Tao frowned slightly.

Seeing that no one spoke, the ancestor of Huashan sneered and said sarcastically: "Why, no one dares to speak now, then this Scripture-Tiding Pavilion is useless."

"That's right, our sect only has so few things left. It's not suitable to put these few secret books in such a big room. I think we should dismantle them."

Kongtong Patriarch’s strange yin and yang aura.

But the Emei ancestor tried to smooth things over and said with a smile: "Look at what you are saying. Wouldn't it be a pity to destroy the exquisite pavilion that several elders finally built?"

"It just so happens that we are all old people, and there is enough spiritual power here, so why not just live here. I believe that you, the leader of the alliance, will be considerate of the old people."

"Haha, it makes sense...!"

The four ancestors were talking to each other one by one, three of them were playing the bad role, and one was playing the bad side. They were all fooling around.

Zhou Heng and the Tianshan Patriarch both looked at Ning Tao. After all, the latter was the leader of the alliance and held the most power.

Unexpectedly, Ning Tao was not too angry. He touched his chin and nodded: "It seems that I was a little abrupt, but the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion still has to be held. If you four major sects are unwilling to participate, I will not force it."

As soon as these words came out, instead of relaxing, the atmosphere became somewhat heavy and depressed.

The faces of the ancestors of the four major sects were stunned for a while, this... this is over. When did Ning Tao become so easy to talk to? They were all ready to cut his flesh.

Ye Kong, Li Menghan, Xie Mian, Shang Zhuo and other disciples looked strange, and felt a little uneasy in their hearts.

If Ning Tao gets angry or angry, they can still accept it, but what does it mean to be so easy-going? It makes them all lose their minds.

Is it really so easy to let go of the four major sects?

Seeing that Ning Tao was about to speak again, Qingcheng Patriarch hurriedly coughed and said: "Ahem, well, since the leader of the alliance is determined to do it, we several sects should also come up with some ideas."

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a yellowed ancient book from his arms.

"Inferior secret skill, Hollow Palm!"

Seeing this, the other three ancestors also took out an old yellow ancient book, all of which contained low-level secrets.

The ancestor of Wudang gritted his teeth, as if he had made some important decision, and took out a jade pendant from his arms, with ancient characters as small as ants engraved on it.

"The only original, Taiyi Five Elements Divine Art!"

The expressions of Ye Kong, Wu Hailin, Master Wuwu and others suddenly changed, and they hesitated to speak.

"We, Wudang, fully support the leader of the alliance in building the Sutra Pavilion. In troubled times, it is definitely not the time to hide personal secrets."

As soon as the words came out, the ancestor of Tianshan moved lightly, and a pair of jade hands took out a bamboo tube from his close arms. The whole body was green in color, and there were also ancient inscriptions inside.

"I, Tianshan, also fully support the leader of the alliance. This is the only original, Tianshan's mental method, Sumeru's divine light!"

"I, Kunlun, Shaolin, second the proposal. This is the only original, one-finger Zen, like a closed hand. I hope that I, the disciple of Hongmeng, will become stronger and survive the troubled times together."

The four old ancestors finally spoke, which can be described as selfless.

On the contrary, looking at the other four ancestors, they only held shabby inferior secrets in their hands. Even the disciples blushed for them, but their expressions remained unchanged.

Ning Tao probably understood, and immediately smiled and said: "Seniors, please put the originals away. I accept your wishes, but this is not my purpose."

Before he could say the next sentence, Huashan Patriarch smiled familiarly and said: "Look, I have already taken out the original. Since the alliance leader doesn't intend to take it, I will take it back."

Everyone rolled their eyes, when will you take it out?

The ancestor of Qingcheng also muttered: "Leader, I'm not talking about you, it's just the original story. As soon as you said it just now, I fully supported it in my heart."

"In your heart, right?" Ning Tao said with a smile.

"Well……!"

The ancestor of Qingcheng coughed dryly, his face did not turn red, his heart did not beat, and he put back the hollow palm.

Ye Kong and Wu Hailin were so angry that they were grinding their teeth. These four miserly old guys were so different from each other. They deserved to be slapped to death.

Shameless, shameless!

The Patriarch of Huashan felt uneasy, not knowing what Ning Tao was up to, and immediately questioned: "Leader, what do you want to do? You built the Sutra Pavilion, but you don't want to hold on to the secret knowledge. Do you want this to be just a decoration?"

Decoration?

Ning Tao smiled disdainfully and said sarcastically: "A junk martial arts like Kong Xin Zhang dares to enter a place like this. Our Hongmeng Sutra Pavilion will be a holy place in the future."

"Holy land? Haha...haha!"

The ancestors of the four sects sneered, and the ancestor of Qingcheng even said with disdain: "Leader, don't have such a silly dream. It's rubbish martial arts to still hold empty palms. If it weren't for our eight sects, you wouldn't even have this rubbish martial arts.

cut."

"That's enough, you two should calm down for a while. The alliance leader has his own motives for doing this. Don't forget your identities," Zhou Heng said with a cold frown.

However, the ancestor of Huashan didn't look down on him at all. It would have been okay before, but now that one of his arms is broken, his combat power may not be as high as his.

He immediately crossed his arms and sneered: "Zhou Heng, what we are telling you is the truth. If you four factions don't support him, don't talk about rubbish martial arts. Even the martial arts he is practicing now will probably be a bubble."

As soon as the words were spoken, the smell of gunpowder smoke rose.

The elders of Kunlun glared angrily. Even if Mr. Zhou lost his arm and became the leader of the previous generation, he was still a respectable existence. How could he call him by his real name!

Even Alliance Leader Ning had to respectfully call him "Old Zhou". This call was well deserved.

Zhou Heng's lips turned white and his heart hurt.

When Ning Tao saw this, his face darkened and he said coldly: "If you can't speak, either shut up or I'll beat your mouth to bits. Which one do you choose?"

"Boom boom...!"

A shocking and powerful aura oppressed everyone.

The ancestor of Huashan paled, but the ancestor of Qingcheng said angrily: "We are telling the truth. Most of the Chinese heritage has been lost. Without us, you wouldn't even have rubbish martial arts. You are greedy for our unique skills."

"Greed, whoosh...!"

In the blink of an eye, Ning Tao actually appeared in front of him like a ghost. The former was startled and was about to move, but the appearance of something made everyone freeze.

An ancient book full of Taoist rhymes, with the faint sound of chanting sutras, seemed to be an explanation of the Tao, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"This...this is Taoism!"

Shaolin, Zhou Heng and others stared in horror.

You must know that there was no Taoist method in the whole Hongmeng before. Now the only Taoist method is still created by Mo Lao, but it is a unique Taoist method.

More than a dozen disciples were shocked, and the elder was dumbfounded.

The ancestor of Qingcheng stared at the ancient book greedily. This was a Taoist method, but the next second, the ancient book slapped him in the face at an alarming speed.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and half of his face was swollen from the slap.

The ancient book of Taoism fell down, and the Qingcheng ancestor was about to pick it up when another long tablet appeared in Ning Tao's hand, which turned out to be another method.

"Crack!"

The other half of the face was also swollen and the bones were in severe pain.

But the Qingcheng ancestor didn't dare to use his spiritual power, for fear of shattering this rare treasure, but his face swelled into a pig's head.

Everyone was dumbfounded. In Hongmeng, where all special skills are precious, someone actually slapped the ancestor in the face with Taoism. It was so awesome. It was so fierce.

This was not over yet. Ning Tao turned his hand with a cold face, and an ancient stele stone method appeared, the size of a human head. In the next second, it actually hit the ancestor of Huashan.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!