The man who was injured by Mo Li's palm was wearing night clothes and a hood, staggering forward and looking back from time to time, as if he was afraid that Mo Li would catch up.
He turned through a forest and arrived at a field, where he saw hundreds of soldiers camped out, lights brightly lit, and sentries patrolling from time to time. Only then did he feel certain.
He walked straight in. When the patrolling soldiers saw him, instead of stopping him, they clasped their hands together, saluted respectfully, and called him master.
The man nodded and headed straight in. In a short time, he arrived at an extremely luxuriously decorated tent in the center of the camp.
There are four people sitting inside the tent.
The person in charge is an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. Although she is young, she is extremely charming and cute. She also has a graceful bearing that has been in a high position for a long time. She will definitely be a beautiful lady who will conquer the country in the future.
Behind the girl stood a masked tutu, who looked a bit mysterious, and below her sat two old men, both of whom had cold and stern faces and a violent aura. They were definitely not righteous people at first glance.
"County... Princess... Poof!"
When the man in black saw the girl, he was about to salute, but he only called out a name, but his body swayed three times, his face turned pale, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell softly to the ground, but
He is already unconscious.
The tutuo behind the girl didn't see any movement. He just swayed and the man came to the man in black, held him up, and then felt the man's pulse, and made "babble, ah, ah, ah" gestures to the girl.
stand up.
"You said that Master Yuanzhen suffered serious internal injuries? How is it possible that a mere Yin Liting can be the master's opponent?" The girl was a little unconvinced, but the appearance in front of him made him disbelief.
"Princess, it's possible that Master Yuanzhen met the Wudang heroes. If so, it's a luck for him to escape."
The old man sitting on the left side with a sword shaped like a crane's beak stuck in his waist said: "Before Zhang Laodao's 100th birthday, I exchanged palms with Yu Lianzhou. This guy is young but has deep internal strength.
Very, it is only one step behind me, and he must have improved in the past two years. If he joins Yin Liting and Song Yuanqiao, let alone Master Yuanzhen, even if I and senior brother come together, they may not be able to get a better result."
"That fellow Zhang Laodao is indeed not like a mortal. If I hadn't threatened his disciple and grandson back then, I'm afraid he would be dead now." Another old man said with lingering fear.
These two people were Hebiweng and Luzhangke, the two elders of Xuanming. They possessed the unique skills of Xuanming Divine Palm and had few rivals in the world. However, when Zhang Wuji was returned to Wudang Mountain, Luzhangke was almost killed by Zhang Sanfeng.
For people who actually practice martial arts, the older they are, the better their martial arts skills are.
It is true that you can advance vigorously when you are young, but as you get older and your energy and blood decline, it is extremely difficult for most people to maintain their skills without declining. Centenarians like Zhang Sanfeng can easily defeat the current generation Xuan Ming Er Lao.
It is indeed impossible for a top master to do what ordinary people can do.
The other people in this tent were Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light who was pretending to be a tutu, Cheng Kun, who had taken refuge in the Yuan Dynasty, and Zhao Min, who was young but was entrusted by his father with the important task of commanding the masters in the mansion.
Although Zhao Min was young, he was very intelligent and was extremely favored by King Ruyang.
When she heard that the two masters under her command were praising Wudang, she couldn't help but frown slightly and said: "The three of you should temporarily stabilize Master Yuanzhen's injury. As for what happened, we will know after Master Yuanzhen wakes up."
Find out."
The two elders Xuan Ming were a little reluctant. Cheng Kun relied on his martial arts skills and had never respected the two of them. However, Zhao Min gave the order and they could not refuse. They immediately stepped forward and joined forces with Kutoutuo to heal Cheng Kun.
The three of them each pressed against a key point on Cheng Kun's body, pouring their internal energy into it. However, in an instant, the expressions of all three of them changed!
In Cheng Kun's body, there is a tyrannical inner force that is as strong as the Yang. As soon as their inner force entered, they encountered great resistance. Kutoutuo was okay, but Xuan Ming and the two elders cultivated the yin and cold inner force, and they were most afraid of this.
Plant the internal energy of Chuyang!
Letting the two of them deal with this kind of internal power is like putting ice on a red-hot iron to extinguish it alive. You can imagine the pain!
White smoke rose above the heads of the three of them. After a full hour, the three of them finally exhausted all the pure Yang internal energy, stabilized Cheng Kun's injury, and finished their work.
When Chengkun woke up faintly, Luzhangke sighed: "What a profound pure Yang Qi. The disciples of the Wudang Sect are really amazing. This person's internal strength is deep enough to be on par with me."
He and Luzhangke are both nearly seventy years old. They have practiced Xuanming Zhenqi for a decade before they have the power they have now. However, Song Yuanqiao, the oldest disciple of the Wudang Clan, is only in his early forties, so they can't help but care.
Sigh.
"Master Yuanzhen, did you meet the other heroes of Wudang? How come you were so seriously injured? Where are Ah Er and Ah San?" Zhao Min asked.
"I didn't meet Song Yuanqiao and the others, I just happened to bump into that kid Mo Li."
Upon hearing the word "Mo Li", the expressions of everyone present changed!
Especially Kutoutuo, a trace of extremely deep murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he concealed it very well, and no one paid attention to him, so no one noticed it.
"Mo Li, it's him!" He Bi Weng said with a solemn expression.
Cheng Kun said with lingering fear: "This man's skill should not be underestimated. I took advantage of him and Ah Er and Ah San to sneak up on him while they were competing in palm power, but was still seriously injured by his palm. How could there be such a terrifying young man in this world?"
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"What, he hurt you when he was fighting with Ah Er and Ah San?!" Luzhangke shouted in shock, with a look of horror on his face.
Ah Er and Ah San are all top-notch Vajra Sect players, especially Ah Er. He is extremely talented and has developed a deep internal strength from the outside in. Even the best masters may not be his opponents. If the two of them join forces, anyone in the room can win.
It is extremely difficult, not to mention that when fighting these two people, you have to concentrate on dealing with Cheng Kun!
"No wonder, no wonder he can defeat Yang Xiao with one sword..." Kudu Tuo murmured in his heart.
"After I was injured, I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I hurriedly evacuated. I guess something bad happened to Ah Er and Ah San. I hope the princess can express my condolences." Cheng Kun said apologetically.
Their original plan was to follow Yin Liting who was alone, break his hands and feet like they did with Yu Daiyan, and blame the Shaolin Temple to stir up turmoil in the martial arts world. Who knew they would meet Mo Li!
"It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. I can't blame you, Master, for this matter."
Zhao Min was not sad at all, and actually showed a smile on her face. She said: "You guys think, if Mo Li, the famous sword god, dies suddenly, who will the people in Wudang think killed him?"
"Of course it's the Mingjiao. He just made a big enmity with the Mingjiao!"
Cheng Kun replied subconsciously, but he suddenly came to his senses and said in disbelief: "Princess, you...you want to kill Mo Li?!"
"What, can't you kill me?"
Zhao Min smiled and said: "No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he is still just one person. He can still defeat all the masters working together. As long as he dies, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren will probably go down the mountain to cause trouble for the Ming Cult. By then, will there be chaos in the world?"
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Everyone nodded when they heard the words. Indeed, although that kid's martial arts skills were terrifying, but with so many masters swarming him, Zhang Sanfeng was afraid that Zhang Sanfeng would have to flee, let alone Mo Li?