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The man in black clothes was as tall as ink and as tall as pine and squid. However, the man was wearing a bronze mask, which disappointed everyone who wanted to see his appearance clearly.

The distance is only 100 steps, and the slightly hoarse magnetic voice is blown up by the mountain wind.

"Zhao Wujiang came to the appointment and asked the Saint Yang Miaozhen to come and see him."

"Hmph." Liu Jicang stood in front of the sect, looked down at the figure under the steps, and laughed softly:

"If this person is handsome, how could he meet someone? Even if he is not an ugly person, he will not be a handsome person. Chen Dong'er, you may be disappointed."

The Taoist nun called Chen Dong'er is Yang Miaozhen's friend. She is guarded by many female disciples. She thinks she has a very high status in the sect. She is also one of the few people who agree with Yang Miaozhen in the matter of Yang Miaozhen, and is also jealous of Liu Jicang for this reason.

Chen Dong'er listened to Liu Jicang's sarcasm, but did not answer. She just held a yellow talisman peach wood sword and stared at the figure getting closer and closer.

"When climbing the mountain, there was a faint thunder sound. This person's cultivation is quite good, but this saint can suppress him with one hand!" Liu Jicang's eyebrows and cold eyes, and many disciples beside him were silent.

Some disciples also began to flatter the man who might become the helmsman of the Human Sect in the future.

"What the Holy Son said is very true. This man who calls himself Zhao Wujiang is probably a person with a deer-headed and mouse-eyed person, so he dare not show his true face."

"It is rare in the world that a man surnamed Zhao came here to climb a mountain, but he was just a humiliation."

"I don't know what to fear. Do you think that Senior Sister Yang will protect him when he comes here by climbing a mountain? Now Senior Sister Yang is unable to protect herself."

"From my opinion, as the Holy Son said, this man surnamed Zhao was probably learning some martial arts techniques and deceived the saint who went down the mountain..."

"With this mountain climbing sound, my cultivation is just like that. There is no need for Senior Brother Yang to take action. We will let him retreat."

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Chen Donger and his female disciples couldn't help it anymore. Although they didn't like this person named Zhao Wujiang, so many male disciples were obviously out of jealousy.

Chen Dong'er narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and she felt that the name Zhao Wujiang was a little familiar. She searched in her mind, and then her eyes became wider and brighter and brighter. She said casually:

"Don't you think the name Zhao Wujiang sounds familiar?"

Many people were puzzled, and Liu Jicang snorted coldly. He knew who it was from the time he heard the name Zhao Wujiang.

If it is expected, it is Zhao Wujiang, the head of Wuya Pavilion who is famous for his talent in the Jianghu Temple. His poems were passed down to Renzong, and many people in Renzong also praised this person.

But what about Zhao Wujiang? He is a scholar who is useless. With the little master of Wuya Pavilion, he can slap him to death with one palm!

"So what if you feel familiar? He is an outsider who bewitched the saint of my sect. Even if he climbs the mountain and arrives in front of the sect, I will take him down!"

Liu Jicang's voice became colder and colder. He had vaguely heard many things in the sect that Yang Miaozhen liked the poems of the man named Zhao Wujiang, as if he had fallen in love with someone because of a few broken poems.

Is Zhao Wujiang worthy? His cultivation strength, status and appearance, what is Zhao Wujiang comparable to my Liu Jicang?

Talent? Humph, a sour and corrupt scholar!

Many disciples remembered who Zhao Wujiang was, and their eyes gradually burst into shock, but they quickly dimmed.

There are not a thousand men in the world, but eight hundred. The talented Zhao Wujiang is in Kyoto, and Senior Sister Yang meets in Lanzhou. How could she be alone?

Even so, can you defeat the Holy Son by virtue of your talent?

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Zhao Wujiang was as gentle as jade, as the breeze blew the hills, stepping on the stone steps step by step, seeing everyone clearly.

The leader was a Taoist priest with cold eyebrows and handsome eyes. On both sides were men and women with similar Taoist robes, with different expressions, and most of them were confused and plain and disdainful.

These people were blocking the gate, and some of them didn't seem to be greeting him.
Chapter completed!