The Proof of the Heavens Begins with The Legend of the Condor Heroes

"Name: Fang Hao
Source: Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Position: Deputy leader of the Mingjiao Haozhou branch, leader of the Hengshan righteous army

Realm: First energy level upper

Abilities: Arhat Subduing Demons (master), Wild Ball Fist (master), Iron Finger Zen Power (master), Bone-piercing Needle (master), Eagle Snake Life and Death Fight (master), Jade-breaking Fist (master)..."

Compared with the past, Fang Hao's martial arts have improved further. The Wild Ball Fist, which he cultivated through the practice of hundreds of martial arts, is not inferior to the Nine Yin Crushing Claws.

This also made Fang Hao have no weaknesses in his internal force moves.

However, in the low-level martial arts world, even if one becomes the best in the world, one cannot be invincible. For example, Zhang Wuji was helpless in facing the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle of the Three Shaolin Masters.

Even a strong man like Zhang Sanfeng would be defeated if he was besieged by a dozen masters like the two Xuanming Elders.

This is the meaning of “human power has its limits”, therefore Fang Hao will continue to walk the path of gathering people.

……

Half a year later, Hanshui Crossing

After Zhang Sanfeng brought Zhang Wuji down from Shaoshi Mountain, they came here and prepared to go down by boat.

Zhang Wuji, looking pale, comforted Zhang Sanfeng, "Master, Wuji is fine. Wuji is no longer cold."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "These bald monks of the Shaolin sect are confined to their sectarianism and do not help the dying. How despicable."

It turned out that since Zhang Cuishan and his wife fled to the Western Regions, Zhang Wuji had been taken care of by the Wudang Sect.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji was hit by the "Mysterious Nether Palm" and was dying. Only the "Nine Yang Divine Art" could save his life.

In his early years, Zhang Sanfeng became a disciple of Jueyuan and learned part of the Nine Yang Divine Art, but in addition to the Wudang Nine Yang Art, he also needed the Shaolin Nine Yang Art and the Emei Nine Yang Art to complete this magical skill.

Now both Emei and Shaolin have declined his request. I’m afraid that Zhang Wuji may not have much time left.

When the boat reached the middle of the river, the surging waves of the Han River could be seen, and Zhang Sanfeng's mood also fluctuated with it.

"Grandmaster, are my parents okay?" Zhang Wuji asked.

"They are all doing well." Zhang Sanfeng said, "I have asked your Second and Fifth Uncle Masters to pick them up. I think they will be back to Wudang soon."

In fact, Zhang Cuishan and his wife's journey to the Western Regions was not smooth. The strength of the Vajra Sect was far stronger than they had imagined.

When the two sides were fighting, Yin Susu was seriously injured by the masters of the Vajra Sect. Fortunately, she was treated in time and was not seriously injured.

When Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting met up with the two and planned to break into the Vajra Sect again, the master of this sect disappeared overnight.

Zhang Cuishan and his companions made careful and secret investigations and found out that the entire Vajra Sect might have moved to Dadu, so they made an appointment to go to Dadu to investigate.

This news was received three months ago. Zhang Sanfeng's last letter asked them to return to Wudang as soon as possible, as Zhang Wuji's Mysterious Nether Palm might not be able to hold them back any longer.

"Really? That's great. I can see my parents again!" Zhang Wuji said with a smile.

Zhang Sanfeng felt sad, but he had no better way. He could only hug Zhang Wuji in his arms and transfer his internal energy to him.

Although this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution, it can make Zhang Wuji feel much better.

Just as the old man and the young were enjoying the quiet time, a loud shout rang out not far away: "Traitor, stop the boat quickly and hand over the child. The Buddha can still spare your life, otherwise don't blame me for turning hostile!"

This voice came from the waves, and it was clear to the ears, showing that the person's internal strength was not weak. After hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng sneered and thought to himself: "Who is so bold as to force me to hand over Wuji?"

He looked up and saw two river boats coming at him like lightning from the river not far away.

On the stern of the boat in front sat a big bearded man, rowing quickly with both hands. In the cabin behind him sat two children, a boy and a girl.

On the boat behind were two foreign monks and seven or eight Mongolian warriors, who were about to catch up.

The Mongolian warriors immediately bent their bows and shot arrows at the bearded man's boat.

The bearded man had great arm strength and immediately swung the oar in his hand to block.

Zhang Sanfeng knew in his heart that the Mongols were actually chasing after this bearded man and his entourage.

However, he hated the Mongols' oppression of the Han people the most in his life, so he immediately ordered: "Wuji, you stay here, the master will be back soon."

Zhang Sanfeng's body swung and he flew out horizontally, using the force of the water to gain momentum, like walking on duckweed and crossing the water, and he flew to the boat where the foreign monks were.

At that time, the two small boats had collided with each other, and the bearded man had already started fighting with the seven or eight Mongolian warriors. Zhang Sanfeng leaped over and slapped several Mongolian soldiers into the Han River with one slap.

"You old man, these people are the remnants of the Yuanzhou Demon Cult. Do you want to die?" a foreign monk shouted angrily.

Zhang Sanfeng said coldly: "I will kill you dogs!"

The two foreign monks grinned grimly and displayed the Tantric Mahamudra Kung Fu. One on the left and one on the right, they coordinated tacitly and hit Zhang Sanfeng directly in the chest.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves, without any visible movement, he simply slapped out with his palm.

The two foreign monks were like kites with broken strings. They spurted blood from their mouths, flew backwards, and fell into the river.

At the same time, the bearded man also knocked the last Mongolian soldier into the water, turned around and clasped his fists to thank Zhang Sanfeng: "Thank you, senior Chang Yuchun, for saving my life!"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and was about to say something polite when he heard the little girl on the boat crying, "Uncle Chang, my brother was shot by an arrow!"

The bearded man Chang Yuchun immediately leaned over and saw that the boy on the boat had been pierced through the heart by an arrow. He was no longer breathing and was completely dead.

The bearded man was struck by lightning and said, "Before the altar master died, he only left behind this little bit of blood. I am incompetent and failed to protect him."

At this time, the girl next to him stood up and said, "Uncle Chang, how can this be blamed on you? If it weren't for your protection along the way, my brother and I would have died long ago."

Chang Yuchun thought to himself, "Yes, the young lady is here." He immediately pulled himself together and said, "Don't worry, the escort will be here soon. Chang will definitely take you to Daheng Mountain safely."

Zhang Sanfeng also understood something at this time, so he asked: "Yuanzhou remnants, could this girl be the descendant of Zhou Ziwang?"

Chang Yuchun said frankly: "Yes, with the death of the young master, the master only has the young lady as his bloodline."

Zhou Ziwang's uprising in Yuanzhou against the tyranny of the Yuan court is admirable. Even though he is a member of the Ming Cult, his actions are truly admirable.

"Your ship has sunk, why don't you get on the Taoist's ship?" said Zhang Sanfeng.

"Well, sorry to bother you, Taoist priest." Chang Yuchun took the little girl and got on the small boat where Zhang Sanfeng was.

It was the first time that Zhang Wuji met someone of his own age. He said shyly, "My name is Zhang Wuji. What's your name?"

"My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhiruo," said the girl.

As they were talking, they saw a ship approaching from afar. There were 70 to 80 Mongolian soldiers and foreign monks standing on it. It was obvious that the Mongolian pursuers were coming again! (End of this chapter)