Cut through the clouds and fog with one knife, and the sky will be clear for thousands of miles!
"What's this move called?"
Qi Luan covered the scar on his chest and said in a harsh voice. Peak 23S.
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Not only him, Chen Ning and You Yunzi also couldn't hide their shock. According to what they knew, Wu Ming's martial arts was extremely fierce and he was good at defeating the strong with the weak. But what he was best at was an unknown mysterious palm technique. What?
Have you ever had such amazing and sharp sword moves?
"No name yet!"
Wu Ming glanced at his right hand, which was bleeding profusely, with regret in his eyes.
"What?"
The eyes of the three eldest disciples widened, and they instantly thought of a possibility.
"Create your own sword moves?"
“Get it all right!”
"The true meaning of martial arts, sixth level!"
Only in this way can we reasonably explain why the sword move just now has such amazing power!
Although Wu Ming is physically powerful, if he is to say that he can kill Xuan Wen with his physical palm, let alone his cultivation of artistic conception, it would be difficult for him to do so even if he is innate.
Considering his previous miraculous state, it is most likely that he created his own sword technique under the heavy pressure of the three eldest disciples.
And because this sword has just broken through the realm and conforms to the true meaning of martial arts, it explodes with such amazing power!
Thinking about the difficulty of creating their own martial arts, the three eldest disciples who have also practiced a unique skill to the top have extremely complicated hearts. Even if the true meaning of martial arts is only one level different, they are completely different.
Even with their talents, they don't know how many years and months they will be able to break through.
It is not difficult to imagine that as Wu Ming stabilizes his realm and gradually perfects this move, one day he will be able to truly kill the magic weapon with his physical palm.
call out!
At this moment, a stream of light fell, and it turned out to be a paper crane.
"Master has an order to invite His Highness the King of Wu to meet in the main hall!"
You Yunzi took the paper crane, looked at it, bowed his head and said.
"Thank you, please!"
Wu Ming Yun shook his clothes and all the sweat disappeared. He put on a spare set of brocade clothes and climbed up the stairs in a gentle breeze.
The three of them looked at each other, bravely followed, they were all arrogant people, and they were defeated by Wu Ming today. Although it was an opportune moment, they were convinced that after all, they had lost together.
But they also wanted to see what an outstanding person with such talent would do when faced with the presence of a grandmaster.
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A hero comes from a boy!
When they came to the main hall and listened to their teacher, he forced a smile and kept saying words of praise, and finally summed it up in this sentence, the three of them felt a little regretful!
Compared to Wu Ming, who was always smiling, calm and reciprocated, it felt a little unreal.
They are not bad at all. When they see their masters, they are not only cautious but also a little afraid. Firstly, they are strict because of their habits, and secondly, they are facing the master because of their nature!
But Wu Ming only has the cultivation of artistic conception and is not afraid of the pressure of the innate life level. But how can he remain calm in the face of powerful masters, and there are so many masters?
"Junior Brother Wu, you came from Yingdu City, how are you doing, Senior Sister Xu?"
After chatting for a few words, the elders were worried that they had no topic, and Miaozhen suddenly said.
"When I leave, the fairy girl has already gone into seclusion!"
How could Wu Ming not know the meaning of Miaozhen, so his words were alienated.
Miaozhen suddenly felt a headache, but she had already promised to help the three sects with their case. At this time, she had to find something to say, "Senior Sister Xu and I are like sisters. I heard that you helped her find her inheritance. I owe you a favor for this matter."
Favor.”
The eyes of all the elders lit up. This was said euphemistically. If Wu Ming agreed, this matter would be done!
This is the favor of a true disciple of a dignified sect. Who in the world wouldn’t want it?
"Oh!"
Wu Ming twitched the corners of his lips and declined politely, "Thank you for your kindness, Fairy. I accept it with my heart. If I agree, I'm afraid Xu Xiangu won't be able to spare me!"
Miao Zhen's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, then straightened out. Although Wu Ming refused, his tone softened, which was a good thing.
"I am here to take back the few incompetent disciples in the palace. I also ask the seniors of Biyunguan to release them with your noble hands!"
Wu Ming's humble words made all the elders feel tense, and the atmosphere instantly became a bit dull.
What is supposed to come will eventually come. No one can change it, and it is impossible to make Wu Ming change his mind. Otherwise, he would not risk offending the three major sects and challenge him by knocking on the bell!
And after watching Wu Ming challenge the three eldest disciples in a duel, win the battle, and use a unique sword technique of his own creation, he was even more convinced of this idea.
Playing tricks with such people who have a heart as strong as iron is just to make you feel uncomfortable.
"Your Majesty, please take a rest. Pindao has sent someone to pick them up!"
Taoist Hanshan, the great elder of Biyunguan, lowered his posture at this time and said with regret, "It is because I, Biyunguan, am not blessed enough to retain the talents of your house!"
The elders couldn't help but rolled their eyes. By saying this, wouldn't it mean that Fengxiao Gate and Iron Tablet Pavilion were involved?
But at this juncture, not only could they not refute, but they had to nod in agreement. The old faces that usually looked so majestic in front of the disciples now squeezed out smiles that were uglier than crying.
"Thank you, senior, for your generosity and understanding!"
Wu Ming stabbed him neither softly nor hard.
If it hadn't been for these old guys who wanted to have both sides and ignored this matter, how could the young people have suffered this misfortune?
From the sect's point of view, it's true, but if you want to let it go, that's a fantasy.
Taoist Hanshan's smile froze, and he almost broke his beard. He nodded reluctantly and didn't want to talk anymore.
The existence of the majestic Biyunguan Grand Elder and half-step Grandmaster was so shamelessly shamed and did not break out on the spot, which already shows that he has extraordinary self-cultivation.
But is that really the case?
"Meet the prince!"
Not long after, four teenagers supported each other and came to the main hall, anxious and unyielding. When they saw Wu Ming, all kinds of grievances came to their hearts, and their eyes suddenly turned red.
"Good-for-nothing!"
Wu Ming angrily rebuked, the frightening cold light in his eyes flashed away, and then he bowed his hands to Taoist Hanshan calmly, "I made you laugh!"
"Don't blame me, my lord. The old Taoist has already given orders and prepared healing elixirs for them, but..."
How could Old Taoist Hanshan fail to see who Wu Ming was angry at? But looking at the two disciples whose breaths were weak and obviously useless, what else could he say?
A good young man was sent to study, but he became a cripple in less than half a year. He did not have an attack on the spot, which already shows that Wu Ming can endure it!
But the more Wu Ming could bear it, the more uneasy he felt, especially that look that was as cold as a sharp sword just now, which really made people's hearts palpitate!
"Haha, don't worry, everyone. Although my family is in decline, I, Prince Wu, still have some wealth to help them take care of their health!
I am not feeling well, so I will take my leave!"
Wu Ming was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he didn't want to stay for a moment longer. He bowed his hands firmly and turned around to leave without waiting for a reply.
The elders looked at each other in shock. Although they were angry, they also knew that they could not blame Wu Ming. After all, the three sects were at fault first.
"Seniors, please stay and wait for me to see off King Wu!"
To their relief, Miaozhen stepped forward.
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"I saw Junior Brother Wu fighting today. He is undoubtedly a rare talent in the Song Dynasty. Although the three major sects are biased, I ask Junior Brother Wu to think twice before acting."
When he came to the foot of the mountain, Miao Zhen spoke earnestly and sincerely.
"The sect is powerful and our Prince Wu's Mansion is in a state of crisis. Even if Senior Sister Miaozhen doesn't say anything, I will think twice before taking action!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"That's good. I wonder how Junior Brother Wu plans to resolve this matter?"
Miaozhen breathed a sigh of relief, felt something was wrong, and asked seriously.
“Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner!”
Wu Ming was decisive.
Miaozhen's heart trembled, his eyebrows furrowed, and Wu Mingdao said, "You know, the sects are all in the same spirit, and targeting you this time is certainly excessive, but if you really want to annoy them, there may not be any way to deal with you!"
"So, Senior Sister Miaozhen thinks I should swallow my anger and let others bully me?"
Wu Ming said mockingly.
"You are so reckless, you will definitely suffer losses in the future!"
"I've suffered a big loss now!"
"How on earth do you want to give up?"
"Severely punish those behind the scenes!"
"If you are referring to those who took action, this is simple, but if you get to the bottom of it, the three major sects will not harm themselves!"
"Then there's nothing to talk about!"
"You... take care of yourself!"
Miao Zhen felt ashamed and walked away.
"I can take a step back!"
Suddenly, Wu Ming said quietly.
"It's easy to discuss things. As long as Junior Brother Wu doesn't mess around, no matter if it's a treasure or a technique, I think the three major sects will not refuse!"
Miaozhen's beautiful eyes lit up and she smiled.
"I want three masters to worship me for a period of five years!"
"This is impossible!"
"Then there's really nothing to talk about!"
Wu Ming spread his hands.
"Why!"
Miaozhen felt a headache, but was helpless. After all, a human life was involved, so she had to leave with regret.
"Haha, when things have reached this level, you still want to keep face. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
Staring at the mist-shrouded Biyun Mountain, Wu Ming's eyes gradually turned cold, and he was not disappointed at all, as if he had expected it.
To put it bluntly, the two conditions he proposed seemed reasonable and reasonable, but in fact, they were impossible for the three major sects to accept.
First, the mastermind behind the scenes must be a senior sect member, at least a grandmaster-level figure. Such beings are the mainstay of human-level sects and cannot be given up easily.
Secondly, serving as a minister in the palace, to put it bluntly, is Wu Ming's bodyguard. The grandmaster has the pride of a grandmaster, which is far more embarrassing than being defeated by Wu Ming alone for the younger generation.
Don't say that Wu Ming is just involved in the dispute of the Holy Way. Even if he is a direct descendant of that person, a strong master will weigh the pros and cons. Unless he is the young master of the Holy Land or the descendant of a saint, he has this honor.
Otherwise, in the world of sect cultivation, the three major sects can be drowned by just saliva, and the disciples will no longer have the dignity to walk around the world.
The reason why Wu Ming brought it up was just to see the bottom line of the three sects' attitudes towards this matter. Facts have proved that any forbearance will make the enemy go one step further.
How can the lives of the prince's soldiers be measured by treasures and goods?
"Your Majesty, we..."
A soldier from the royal palace was about to speak but stopped.
"Okay, I have my own sense of discretion in this matter. You just need to rest in peace and recover. Come with me!"
Wu Ming Wen Yan waved his hand and took the four of them to the inn. After the building boat arrived, they left the boundary of Biyun Temple.
What troubled him greatly was that the minor issues in the palace had not been resolved, and there were two careless little guys who had run away to a very far away place.
The most important thing is that Yin Wanqing is entangled with her, and her purpose is self-evident!