On the square, there are many good players from various gangs and factions.
Not to mention the powerful gangs such as Shen Fist Sect, Haisha Sect, Giant Whale Gang, and Wushan Sect, there are four of the six major sects tied with Wudang. The five elders of Kongtong Sect are here.
The head of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong, was on one side, followed by two elders, one tall and one short. The whole Kunlun Sect from far away in the Western Regions also mobilized. The leader, Mr. Tieqin, and his wife, Ban Shuxian, had expressionless faces.
If Xihuazi is allowed to speak, it is obvious that he is not a good person!
On the other hand, the Emei sect, the master of martial arts, Master Jue, did not come. They only sent master Jingxuan, Shang Ji Xiaofu and other six disciples to celebrate his birthday and gave Zhang Sanfeng a generous gift to express his sincere gratitude.
At present, except for the Shaolin Temple, all the masters from other sects are gathered on Wudang Mountain. Together with a group of gang disciples, there are about a thousand people bustling there, but it is a rare grand scene in the martial arts world.
Zhang Cuishan looked at the people at the birthday banquet of his mentor and felt sad. Just when he was about to step forward, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand to him and said: "Don't say anything for now. Since you have returned to Wudang, no one can do anything to you."
No."
After saying that, the great master of martial arts bowed his head and recited: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord."
This shout suppressed the noise of more than a thousand people present and passed clearly into everyone's ears.
This is undoubtedly a display of astonishing skills. Even the roar of the lion in Shaolin Temple cannot achieve this level of sound without hurting anyone.
Anyone with a discerning eye secretly admires Zhang Sanfeng's high level of martial arts. Those who are idle in the world feel that Zhang Sanfeng's inner strength is beyond their imagination.
There was silence on the field for a moment.
Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao said: "Everyone here comes to wish my master a happy birthday. Everyone in Wudang is very grateful. I just hope that you will give Wudang some kindness. Today I will only talk about romance and no grudges."
Everyone looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was standing next to Song Yuanqiao, and couldn't help showing fear in their eyes. No one dared to object for a while.
However, at this moment, the head of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong, shook his folding fan and said with a smile: "Headmaster Song, this is wrong. We have to wish for longevity, but we also have to do things. Zhenzhen Zhang is a famous hero in his generation, and his disciples are all outstanding."
, acts openly and aboveboard, how come you want to protect Xie Xun? Doesn’t this dishonor the lintel of Wudang?"
He paused, glanced at all the Wudang disciples, and finally stopped at Zhang Cuishan, saying: "Could it be that Wuxia Zhang wants Wudang to be humiliated because of this, or maybe he thinks that Master Zhang can conquer all of us with his own power?"
Can’t we send experts?”
He openly praised the Wudang sect, but secretly used words to dissuade Zhang Cuishan and Wudang from colluding with Xie Xun.
Not many of the heroes present were stupid enough to understand the meaning behind his words. No matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, he could still kill all the thousands of heroes present?!
At that moment, everyone started clamoring again, asking Zhang Cuishan to stand up and give an explanation and reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts.
That posture looks like the major factions besieging Zixiao Palace!
Everyone in the Wudang Sect was angry and angry. Even Zhang Sanfeng's face was not good-looking. No one would feel comfortable if they were besieged like this on their birthday.
Xian Yutong smiled again and said: "Zhang Wuxia, are you determined to abandon Wudang regardless of your reputation and associate with the devil Xie Xun?"
Zhang Cuishan's face turned green and red, and it was obvious that his inner emotions were fluctuating greatly.
Just when he was speechless, Mo Li strode out and said as he walked: "Senior Brother Song, Wuji will make a move later. Please keep an eye on Third Senior Uncle."
A group of heroes from all walks of life suddenly saw a Taoist with delicate features walking onto the field, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Seeing that it was Mo Li, Song Yuanqiao frowned and was about to stop drinking, but Zhang Sanfeng said: "Let's see, Li'er's martial arts will never suffer."
Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to keep silent, but in his heart he was worried about Mo Li, not about others, but worried about Mo Li's blood feud, where every piece of furniture was killed by the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun!
When Xianyu Tong saw that the little Taoist in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he felt contempt in his heart and said with a smile: "Little Taoist, do you have any advice?"
With a stern look on his face, Mo Li walked up to him, saluted, and then said: "Mo Li, a third generation disciple of Wudang, please give me advice from my senior."
As soon as these words came out, all the heroes who came to celebrate his birthday were stunned.
The leader of Huashan, Xian Yutong, is a first-class master who has been famous for a long time. A third-generation disciple wants to challenge him?!
"Master Mo, please don't make jokes."
Xian Yutong shook his head, smiled, and said, "I'm going to talk to your elders, so you'd better go down."
He didn't take Mo Li seriously, he just regarded him as an ignorant young man.
Li Qiye did not move, but said again: "Senior, please give me some advice!"
Now all the heroes laughed. A third-generation disciple dared to challenge Xian Yutong, the leader of Huashan. This was undoubtedly a very interesting scene. At that moment, everyone was clamoring for Xian Yutong to agree.
Xian Yutong secretly scolded Mo Li for being ignorant, but still kept a smile on his face and said: "Little Taoist Priest, let's go down. If you get injured later when you move your hands, it won't look good."
Mo Li said expressionlessly: "Are you afraid?"
Hearing this, the heroes were stunned, including Xian Yutong!
What is this little Taoist saying?
Is the head of Huashan afraid of him?!
His brain was damaged from practicing martial arts?!
Damn it! Where did this stupid green guy come from!
Xian Yutong cursed in his heart. With his temperament, if it wasn't in full view of everyone, he would have used his methods to take Mo Li's life!
He glanced at everyone in the Wudang Sect and saw that no one came out to stop them. He knew in his heart that it would be impossible not to take action today.
It's just a fight with this little kid. If you beat him, you will bully him. If you hurt him, you won't be good at learning. No matter how you look at it, it's not cost-effective. But if you don't fight, wouldn't you be really afraid of Wudang?!
As soon as he thought about this, Xian Yutong smiled and said: "Forget it, today I will teach the next generation of heroes for Song Daxia."
He took a few steps forward and said, "Taoist Priest Mo, please go ahead and invite me."
Mo Li had no expression on his face, holding the sword hilt in his hand and said: "Look at the sword!"
Zheng!
The long sword roared softly, like a dragon roaring!
In an instant, everyone saw only a wisp of cold sword light, like a meteor streaking across the sky. It was bright and dazzling, but as fast as lightning. The sword light contained a boundless coldness, making people feel chilled all over, and it was difficult to resist. !
Master!
This humble third-generation disciple of Wudang turned out to be a rare master of swordsmanship!
Everyone was shocked, and Xian Yutong was so frightened that his heart rose to his throat!
He originally didn't take Mo Li seriously and had no defense at all. However, this sword light lit up and penetrated the clouds and wind. It was so fast that it was too late for him to react!
call out!
Wherever the long sword passed, black hair flew all over the sky.
Everyone looked intently and saw that the famous leader of the Huashan Sect had his bun cut off with a sword, and his hair was disheveled, but he looked very embarrassed.
"You lost."
Mo Li sheathed his sword and said with a stern expression.