Taoist Master Long Yun is not only the general manager of the Shenlong Wulin Group, but also the leader of the Wudang Sect.
He never forgot his identity behind him.
In Bazhong, he has his own residence, which is a private villa located on the outskirts of the city.
In the villa, there are eight disciples of the Wudang Sect living. They are all elites of the sect, rising stars, and the future and hope of the Wudang Sect.
Every day after get off work or when he comes back from a business trip, he always takes time to teach his disciples how to practice martial arts.
In his opinion, if any martial arts sect wants to be prosperous and prosperous, it must have a talent reserve.
The seven major martial arts sects all attach great importance to the cultivation of young disciples, and so does the Wudang sect.
Despite his high position now, he is not only the deputy leader of the martial arts world, but also the person in charge of the Shenlong Wulin Group, but he has thought very clearly that when he retires in old age, he will have to rely on his disciples to support the sect.
Taoist priest Long Yun has been in Bazhong these days.
Tonight, after teaching his disciples as usual, he returned to his bedroom.
Although this is a villa, the decoration inside is very simple, with only one hardwood bed in each room.
Taoist Master Long Yun leads by example and meditates every night when he goes to bed.
The same goes for tonight.
At this time, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.
Taoist Master Long Yun was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating. Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, jumped out of bed, thought about it, took off the long sword on the wall, and then opened the door.
The yard is quite large, and a few street lamps illuminate the place like daylight.
There was no one in the yard.
But Taoist Master Long Yun had a solemn expression on his face and said loudly: "Since you are here, why don't you show up quickly?!"
His voice was so loud that eight disciples jumped out of the room, each holding a long sword.
"master!"
Eight people stood behind Taoist Master Long Yun.
Taoist priest Long Yun ignored them and just looked in the direction of the courtyard gate with an even more solemn expression.
The other party hasn't shown up yet, but he feels extremely dangerous.
That's a very amazing feeling.
There was a weird laugh, and a black shadow fell from the sky, landing lightly in the yard.
The person who came was wearing a black robe and a black scarf on his head. His face was hidden in the darkness and he held a machete in his hand.
"Who is your Excellency? You dare not show your true face to others. Are you afraid of being ugly?"
Taoist priest Long Yun snorted coldly.
The man in black robe said sadly: "Are you the leader of the Wudang Sect?"
"That's right. Who are you? Tell me your name."
"You don't deserve to know my name."
The man in black robe smiled contemptuously.
Taoist Master Long Yun sneered: "What a loud tone. I have been in the world for decades, but no one has dared to speak like this in front of me. You are the first one."
"Why, you don't accept it?"
"Don't be so presumptuous, sword formation!"
A disciple jumped out, and several others also stepped forward and began to set up a Wudang sword formation, surrounding the black-robed man.
"kill!"
The eight swords came out together and attacked the man in black robe.
"We haven't seen each other for decades, and it's still the same way, with more fighting against less. Hmm, how can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon!"
The man in black robe smiled coldly, and his body suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Eight swords failed.
The next moment, a black shadow fell from the sky again, and then, a shadow of legs was seen sweeping past.
The eight core disciples of the Wudang Sect were all kicked to the ground.
Five people were seriously injured and two were slightly injured. Only one person retreated to Taoist Master Long Yun with a look of shock and awe.
So strong!
Too strong!
The Wudang Sword Formation was broken with one move, which was simply appalling.
"Back off!"
Taoist Master Long Yun's face was a little gloomy.
An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.
As the leader of Wudang Sect, his martial arts can be ranked among the top three in the martial arts world. No, in fact, if it were not for the appearance of Tang Xiaobao and Wanru, he would be the well-deserved first. He has been immersed in Wudang swordsmanship for decades.
, I have already practiced sword energy a long time ago, but it is not something that Junior Sister Yilin can match.
Taoist Priest Long Yun could naturally see how powerful the black-robed man in front of him was.
In fact, he was timid before fighting and already knew that he could not defeat the opponent.
But you still have to fight if you can't defeat it. The reputation of the Wu-Tang Clan must be maintained.
However, he was very curious about the identity of the man in black robes.
Who on earth has such martial arts?
Never heard of it.
There is no master in the martial arts world that he is not familiar with, and there is absolutely no feeling that he is familiar with the person in front of him.
Aren't they from the martial arts world?
"Who are you, Your Excellency? With such skill, you don't think you are an unknown person, why don't you even dare to give your name?"
Taoist priest Long Yun encouraged the general.
"Well, since you want to know who I am so much, I might as well tell you. Fifty years ago, you so-called noble people ambush me at the foot of Huashan Mountain. There were all the elites at that time. I remember
There was a stinky Taoist priest named Feng Yunzi from the Wudang Sect who was one of the organizers. Unfortunately, I only cut off one of his arms and failed to kill him, but fortunately, he did not end up well later. I
Called Weng Batian!"
Weng Batian's face was covered and his expression could not be seen clearly, but there was not much hatred in his tone, as if he had really let go of his previous hatred.
"You, you, you are Demon Sword Weng Batian!"
Taoist priest Long Yun was so frightened that he took three steps back, his body trembling.
Just a name makes him so afraid, which shows how amazing Weng Batian's reputation was back then!
"I didn't expect that after decades, there are still younger generations who know that there is a person like me. Isn't this a taboo in your martial arts world? Oh, that's right. You are the master of Wudang. It's not surprising to know this secret."
Weng Batian said calmly.
Taoist Master Long Yun swallowed his saliva wildly and his face turned pale.
The name of Devil Sword Weng Batian is unfamiliar to many people in the martial arts world now. That is because they are not qualified to know what happened back then, and those who are qualified to know the secrets. Now I am mostly the leader or leader of each sect.
Elders, they will definitely not say it easily.
Taoist Master Long Yun happened to know very well what happened back then. He had not yet entered the Wudang Sect at that time, but later he learned some details from the previous headmaster.
That Feng Yunzi was actually his ancestor. In that battle, he broke a leg. Later, a civil strife broke out in Wudang Mountain. Because of Feng Yunzi's plan, even though the evil leader Weng Batian was eliminated,
The elite of the Wudang Sect suffered heavy losses. A total of eight masters died at that time, five of whom were elders, but in the end only two came back alive.
As a result, Feng Yunzi was seized upon by opponents within the faction and attacked in various ways. Finally, he died in depression and committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.
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Those are old things, but thinking about them now still makes Taoist Priest Long Yun tremble.
The martial arts world fifty years ago was much stronger than it is now.
As a result, for the sake of Weng Batian, the strength of the martial arts world was greatly reduced. But the key is that even so, he could not kill Weng Batian.
It is simply unimaginable how strong this person is.