Sword Qi of the heavens

Wudang Mountain.

Head Zhang Sanfeng celebrates his [-]th birthday.

All major sects gather together in the main hall, which can be called a grand event in the martial arts world.

However, each of these experts had a somewhat ferocious look on their faces, and they looked less like they were here to pay their respects than they were looking for trouble.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is the leader, he is too senior.

He doesn't deal with the affairs of the sect very much on weekdays, and he doesn't even show up much. He often retreats in his room, and few people get to see him.

today.

Zhang Sanfeng sat on the main seat in the main hall.

The responsibility of speaking on behalf of the Wudang Sect fell on its eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao.

As the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao's appearance is not modest and elegant, and he always gives people a peaceful and plain feeling, but at this moment, his face is slightly sullen.

"My junior brother Zhang Cuishan has been away for ten years and is returning today."

"His experiences in the past ten years have not yet been reported to the master in detail. Besides, today is the master's happy day. It would be unlucky for you to talk about the grudges and fights in the martial arts world again."

"Otherwise, your good intentions will inevitably turn into seeking trouble."

The voice fell.

A sturdy man stood up from his seat and said loudly: "No, I, the Wufeng Daomen, are not here today to enjoy the mountains and rivers, but..."

Don't wait for him to finish speaking.

Song Yuanqiao had already raised his hand, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

"I have already said that today is my master's birthday. If you mention the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun again, you are deliberately trying to become an enemy of Wudang."

The head of Wufeng Sword Sect looked at the warning in Song Yuanqiao's eyes, and his aura suddenly weakened.

People around them could see that the Wufeng Sword Clan, as a sect, was far different from the Wudang Clan, and they did not dare to speak too directly to Song Yuanqiao.

At this time.

He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, stood up immediately and stood in front of the opponent.

He Taichong sneered and looked at Song Yuanqiao with an unkind expression.

"Song Daxia, you don't need to use both soft and hard tactics. There is no one here who doesn't come from the sword and go with the knife. He has never seen any battles. People in the light don't do secret things. Why should I open the skylight and speak openly?"

"I went up to the mountain this time to wish Master Zhang a birthday."

"Secondly, I am planning to ask Zhang Wuxia about the whereabouts of the evil thief Xie Xun..."

With He Taichong, the leader of the sect, taking the lead.

Everyone sitting in the hall, as if they had found a backbone, stood up from their seats, raised their weapons high, and responded.

"exactly!"

"well said!"

"Hurry up and tell me the whereabouts of the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun!"

Just when Song Yuanqiao frowned and realized that this group of people was not going to give Wudang face, they were clearly coming for his fifth junior brother Zhang Cuishan, and wanted to raise his hands to calm these people down.

A deep and powerful voice suddenly entered the hall.

"Amitabha!"

"The master of Shaolin Temple, Kong Wen, brought his fellow disciples from Shaolin Temple to pay homage to his birthday."

As more than ten eminent monks from Shaolin walked into the main hall, they took the initiative to announce their identity as the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Sanfeng also looked slightly moved and slowly stood up from his seat.

"Master Kongwen."

"Zhang Zhenren."

Kong Wen looked at the Zhang Sanfeng in front of him who was clearly over a hundred years old and had white hair, but he was full of energy and energy. He was indescribably full of energy, giving people a radiant look.

His aggressive aura immediately dissipated a little, and he bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.

"I wonder why the leader of your sect came to Wudang Mountain with so many monks?" Zhang Sanfeng stood there, his voice calm and neutral.

"Since Master Zhang asked directly, I will tell him directly."

The old monk Kong Wen looked at Zhang Sanfeng and snorted coldly. "When I came to Wudang Mountain, the first thing I did was that Zhang Wuxia killed 71 people in my Shaolin sect's Longmen Escort Bureau. How should I explain this?"

"Second, my senior brother, Master Kongjian, has been compassionate and virtuous throughout his life, and is harmless to others."

"But he was killed by the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun. He asked Zhang Wuxia to inform him of the whereabouts of the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun."

Facing the old monk Kong Wen and others, he clearly asked questions with a hint of threat.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned and flicked his sleeves.

"Cuishan, how should you answer? Be blunt."

"Yes." Zhang Cuishan took a step forward, nodded slightly, and was about to answer truthfully.

suddenly.

A slow but extremely clear sound of closing the door sounded in the hall.

Everyone looked back.

In front of the closed main hall door.

A handsome young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, holding an ordinary mahogany sword in his arms, was leaning against the door, looking at everyone in the hall with a smile.

"Zhenzhen Zhang, why did you order people to close the main hall door?"

Master Kongwen looked at Zhang Sanfeng subconsciously, feeling an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, but he was not willing to believe that Zhang Sanfeng, who was so powerful in the world, would set a trap and use his own power to attack so many large and small sect alliances at the scene.

Zhang Cuishan looked at the young man in front of the hall with a slightly startled expression.

He looked at his senior brother Song Yuanqiao with some confusion, and asked: "Senior brother, I seem to have never seen this person before, but is he a new disciple that the sect has accepted in recent years?"

Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's expression flashed unnaturally.

He raised his brows slightly and said in a deep voice: "Although this person has never learned our Wudang martial arts, nor has he officially become a master, he has been living in our Wudang Mountains for the past few years, and he was brought back by the master himself, so he can do it reluctantly. He is half a Wudang man."

"When you meet him, just call him Junior Brother Li."

I heard that there is such a special disciple.

Zhang Cuishan also looked curiously at what the young man in front of the gate, who was still not panicking in the face of such big figures in the world, was going to do.

in the eyes of the crowd.

The young man smiled and held the wooden sword in his hand with one hand, pointing diagonally at the ground and tapping it lightly.

"Don't say any more. Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao has already said that today is Master's [-]th birthday. If you continue to interfere in the grievances of Jianghu, you will be enemies of our Wudang Sect."

"I think you are probably already prepared for asking questions one after another, right?"

Monk Kongwen saw the young boy in front of him so arrogant.

He stomped the tin stick in his hand vigorously and laughed loudly.

"Good boy, you are so arrogant at a young age. I wonder what you are going to do to us next?"

The young man chuckled, raised his wooden sword and pointed it towards Monk Kongwen in the air.

"I have been practicing swordsmanship for so many years, but I have never fought against anyone. I don't know how strong I am, so I just want to practice with you. This will also prevent me from having to travel around in the world to gain prestige."

Master Kongwen learned that this young man was planning to use them as a stepping stone to achieve a good reputation in the world.

He couldn't control his smile anymore and laughed again and again.

Everyone in the hall.

Except for the disciples of the Wudang Sect, everyone also laughed out loud, as if they had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

A 16-year-old boy.

Do you dare to raise your sword and challenge them, a group of masters who have been famous in the world for a long time?

It makes people laugh out loud!

Kong Wen, the old monk's smile suddenly faded and his eyes were cold.

"Boy, it's a good thing to be a little arrogant, but being arrogant is the most stupid thing. Although I am a monk, I am not really a soft persimmon who can be manipulated by others. Do you know what will happen if you lose if you attack me? "

Facing the old monk Kongwen's warning, he expressed disdain in words.

The young man smiled softly, with a proud smile on his lips.

"No, the first time I saw you bald donkey, I knew you were definitely no match for me." (End of Chapter)