As for Chen Shixun, he was just like an angry little daughter-in-law, hunching her neck and walking forward tremblingly.
Because Fu Yang and Hong Yuan were standing next to the formation passage, they had to pass by them...
"I hope that great Immortal Master won't hold grudges! Otherwise, I will really be doomed."
Chen Shixun was so uneasy that he didn't even dare to look at Fu Yang and the others.
But what are you afraid of?
What's more, how could Fu Yang forget him in such a short time?
So when Chen Shixun passed by, Fu Yang reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "What? Why is this handsome guy sweating so much? Is it hot here?"
He was already as frightened as a frightened bird. His nerves were tense and he was frightened. In his heart, he only prayed that Fu Yang and Ah Huang would not notice him and could pass through the whirlpool of the formation smoothly. Who would have thought that Fu Yang would suddenly pat him on the shoulder and speak loudly?
.
ah!
Chen Shixun yelled uncontrollably. He couldn't bear it anymore. His legs went weak. His whole body collapsed on the ground, like a ball of mud. His eyes were full of fear, and he begged for mercy loudly: "My Lord, have mercy on me, please have mercy on me."
Ah... I... am too young to see the mountains. I bumped into you, please spare my life."
He cried bitterly, with a lot of tears and runny nose.
Where can I still look like the handsome swordsman with fluttering white clothes?
Well……
Fu Yang really didn't expect that when he patted this guy's shoulder and spoke in a certain voice, he would be so frightened that he looked like a bird? He was also a martial arts master after all!
Ah Huang burst out laughing: "Little Yoko, this guy is really too cowardly. Such a guy, even if he participates in a sword fighting competition, he can't win, right? Even if he wins, it is impossible for the Wudang Sect to let such a coward enter
That’s it.”
Fu Yang said calmly: "This is a matter of the Wudang Clan, let's not point fingers here, right?"
Hongyuan seemed to have heard the implication between them. Looking at Chen Shixun who was shivering on the ground, he felt that this kind of thing was indeed unworthy of participating in the Wudang Sword Fighting Conference.
He immediately said in a stern voice: "Chen Shixun! As a martial arts master, you are not only narrow-minded, but you also contradict Senior Xuan Yang and Senior Tian Yuan. Now you are even more cowardly as a mouse. How can we, the Wudang Sect, let a scum like you come to the sword fighting competition?
?Get out immediately!"
As he spoke, he waved the sleeves of his wide Taoist robe.
Hoo ho ho!
A whirlwind rolled up Chen Shixun's body, which was still paralyzed on the ground, and immediately threw him away for more than ten meters. Then he rolled like a ball on the ground and rolled out of the gate of the Taoist temple. He fell outside the door and let out a scream.
.It seems that he must have suffered some minor injuries.
It was absolutely embarrassing to the extreme!
Mr. Xiong crossed his arms with a look of disdain: "Young man Fu is just soft-hearted. Let's just forget about it? To follow my idea, I have to find at least a 20-pound catfish and aim it at his little anus with such force.
A poke! Hey hey hey."
It laughed obscenely.
Hongyuan and others nearby couldn't help but shudder after hearing this. They didn't understand why this demon king was so mean and cruel? He was so perverted!
Wang Wu's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and he began to wipe the sweat from his forehead again.
Mr. Xiong narrowed his eyes and stared at him: "Ah, Lao Wang. I seem to remember that you said that I was a charlatan before?"
Sure enough, it came!
Wang Wu was a little timid after he just learned that Mr. Xiong, the fat cat, was not a pet cat at all, but a monster - or the Demon King.
Fu Yang and Ah Huang have a good relationship with him, but what if this demon king insists on playing tricks on them?
Wang Wu quickly shook his head: "No, no, Lord Demon King, you have misunderstood. You are not a sand sculpture, I am a sand sculpture, and my cat is also a sand sculpture. The whole family is a sand sculpture."
He burst into tears.
Mr. Xiong laughed loudly and patted his butt with his paw: "Okay, okay, I am so magnanimous that I am not as magnanimous as you. What's more, hehehe. I was hit by a stone just now on the road.
Is it done?”
ah?
Wang Wu was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
It turns out that on the way here, I tripped over a vine and got stabbed on my butt by a sharp rock. Isn’t that an accident? It was the chubby cat demon who caused the accident!
But what can be done?
Wang Wu neither dared to get angry nor speak out!
I could only mutter silently in my heart: "Not bad, not bad, it's really vulgar and shameless. It's exactly the same as the pet cat I used to raise called Sha Diao. Although my Sha Diao cat is just an ordinary pet, it often
He would secretly defecate in my shoes. Such obscene behavior, isn’t it just like this cat monster? They are all fake cats.”
Soon, except for Wang Wu, all the martial artists participating in the Wudang Sword Fighting Conference entered the whirlpool passage. Hong Yuan waved his hand, and the whirlpool instantly shrank and disappeared.
The next moment.
A tall portal flashing with white light opened next to the whirlpool passage. Obviously, it was another formation transmission passage!
But compared with the whirlpool just now, this door, which is composed entirely of light and mana, looks very noble and elegant. It is obviously prepared for visitors with more distinguished status.
A chubby old man wearing a Wudang sect robe, carrying a magic sword on his back, and with a beard that reached his chest came out with a hearty smile.
"But Taoist Brother Xuanyang from the Maoshan Sect, and Taoist Brother Tianyuan from the Longhu Mountain? Oh my, these two great minds are like thunder, and I finally got to see them today."
His words were not polite.
Indeed, the Wudang Sect's Lishi elders are very familiar with the two of them. After all, sects are different from private cultivators. Especially in Taoism as a whole, most sects are of the same spirit and have some friendship and contact with each other.
Therefore, according to the rules, whether the Maoshan sect gives Fu Yang the position of honorary elder, or the headmaster of Longhushan accepts a disciple, the other sects must be notified. This means saying hello first, and if they meet, they must
Just for convenience...
Of course, the Wudang Sect's Lishi elder definitely didn't recognize them. But since Fu Yang'ahuang reported his official Taoist name and showed his cultivation level, it can be basically confirmed that it is true.
"You're welcome, elder. We came to the Wudang Sect this time to visit old friends."
Fu Yang and Ah Huang both smiled and returned the favor.
At the same time, according to the rules, he showed his token as the elder of Maoshan and the disciple of Longhushan, and his true identity was confirmed after inspection.
So, under the leadership of Elder Lishi, they entered the Wudang Sect through this door of light...
As soon as you enter, you are standing on a high place. The first thing you see is a clearing in the mountains at the foot of the mountain. Many people are crowded here. The bustling crowd is the same martial artists who came in before.
If you look closely, you will find that the positions occupied are different depending on the strength of the martial arts.
At the front of the open space, there are three relatively spacious places with seats and things for eating, drinking and resting. I heard Wang Wu mentioned before that those are the positions of the great masters of martial arts.
But generally speaking, it is not easy to have one martial arts grandmaster in a sword fighting tournament held every ten years. It is relatively rare to have two.
This time, there are actually three?
Of course, the so-called "Martial Arts Grand Master" who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts means that he is very powerful to ordinary people. But to Fu Yang and the others, they are not worth mentioning. Even the core disciples of the sect such as Hong Yuan will not be too relaxed.
In my heart!
But... Fu Yang casually glanced at the crowd, but was stunned for a moment.
He frowned and said in a surprised tone: "Hey, what's going on? Why is my Wushuang disciple here too?"