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

Chapter 727 Wuji Zhiruo
"Not good!" Seeing this, Chang Yuchun hurriedly picked up the oars and rowed hard with the boatman on Zhang Sanfeng's boat.

Zhang Sanfeng's internal energy surged in his wide sleeves, and as he turned his palm, a powerful force was released, striking the waves.

With the recoil force of the water, the small boat under him rushed forward rapidly like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

The Mongolian tower ships were not slow, but their flexibility and explosive power were completely insufficient in front of Zhang Sanfeng, the great martial arts master.

Seeing the distance between the two ships getting farther and farther, the Mongolian soldiers on the tower ship moved. They drew their bows and shot arrows towards the small boat where Zhang Sanfeng was.

Suddenly, arrows rained down and danger was lurking on every side.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng kept slapping the water surface to change the direction of the water flow and avoid the arrows. It was really thrilling.

"Wow!"

Seeing a torrent coming from the front, Zhou Zhiruo on the boat was unstable and was about to fall off the boat.

At this moment, a figure in green came stepping on the waves, put one arm around Zhou Zhiruo's slender waist, and with the other hand, his internal energy rolled up, and his palm formed a circle, returning all the arrows that were shot at him.

"Ah! Ah!"

Among the Mongolian soldiers, there were two unlucky ones who were hit by the reflected arrows and let out screams in pain.

While Chang Yuchun was wondering, a large ship came up the river from downstream. On the flag fluttering in the wind, the three words "Hengshan Yi" were clearly written.

"Old Taoist priest, the person who is here to pick me up has arrived!" Chang Yuchun said happily.

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng stood at the bow and stopped attacking. He also realized that these people were friends, not enemies.

"Throw the fireball!" On the big ship, Tang Shengzong gave an order, and several people with the Fiery Flag came forward, baring their muscular arms, and threw the big iron balls burning with fire in their hands out.

These large iron balls contained thick oil and sulfur, which would ignite as soon as they came into contact with fire. When they hit the Mongolian ships, they exploded violently and ignited a raging flame.

Seeing this, the foreign monks and soldiers on the boat had no time to catch people. They immediately tried to put out the fire or jump off the boat, and were too busy to take care of themselves.

Fang Hao performed Qinggong and landed back on the boat. He looked at the frightened little girl in his arms and said, "Don't be afraid. It's safe now."

Only then did Zhou Zhiruo realize that her own hands were tightly clasping Fang Hao's body. The masculine aura from the other party was overwhelming, making Zhou Zhiruo blush.

At this moment, Chang Yuchun stepped forward, knelt on the ground and said: "I am Chang Yuchun, a disciple of the Giant Wood Banner, and I pay my respects to Master Fang."

Fang Hao helped Chang Yuchun up and said, "Brother Chang, please stand up. You have traveled thousands of miles to bring the children of Lord Zhou to the banks of the Han River. This is truly commendable."

"It's a pity that the young master still died." Chang Yuchun said.

"That's because the Tartars are so cruel. If Master Zhou knew about this, he would definitely not blame you." After Fang Hao helped Chang Yuchun up, he walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Junior greets Master Sanfeng. It's been two years since we last met, and Master Sanfeng is still as elegant as ever."

Chang Yuchun's eyes widened as he said, "You are Zhang Zhenren from the Wudang Sect. I am so sorry for your disrespect!"

Although Zhang Sanfeng seldom travels around the world, his legend is spread everywhere in the world. Is it true that he is the best in the world?

"Brother Fang, we have a deep connection." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji, who was drenched by the river water during the fierce battle, suddenly had his teeth chattering, curled up on the ground, and began to tremble.

Chang Yuchun asked, "Master Zhang, what's wrong with this child?"

Zhang Sanfeng first picked up Zhang Wuji, and then transferred some internal energy into him. After Zhang Wuji's internal condition stabilized, he told him that Zhang Wuji had been hit by the "Mysterious Nether Palm".

"Mysterious Divine Palm?" Fang Hao asked, "Is it the sinister martial art created by Taoist Baisun?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded. "That's going to be a big problem," Fang Hao said.

"What's the problem?" Chang Yuchun suddenly said, "Master, don't forget that our Mingjiao's medical immortal lives in the Butterfly Valley not far away. With his treatment, a mere cold poison will be no problem."

"Hu Qingniu, the medical immortal of Butterfly Valley? If I remember correctly, Young Master Fang is also friends with this person, right?" Zhang Sanfeng said.

He also remembered that Fang Hao wanted to expose Xian Yutong's ugly face on Mount Wudang, wasn't it just to give justice to Hu Qingniu?
"Yes, to be honest, Hu Qingniu is not only good friends with me, but also the head of my Hengshan Yi Baicao Hall." Fang Hao said, "Well, Master Zhang, take the child with you and follow me!"

Fang Hao knew that Hu Qingniu could not cure the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm, but others didn’t know!
So he decided to take Zhang Sanfeng to see it with his own eyes.

"Then I am sorry to bother you," said Zhang Sanfeng.

This great martial arts master was not limited by sectarianism. At least in his opinion, all the members of the Ming Cult were heroes who dared to kill the Tartars.

"Then please follow me!" Fang Hao then invited everyone to board the big ship where the Hengshan righteous army was, and go downstream to Butterfly Valley.

On the boat, Zhang Wuji was very curious about the situation on both sides of the strait. He had traveled all the way across the Central Plains with his Grand Master and had seen too many chaos.

The Yuan court treated the Han people like pigs and dogs and only knew how to plunder, which caused public resentment and chaos.

But what impressed him most was that after the ship entered the waters belonging to Mingguang County, the surrounding landscape changed drastically.

There are fields and fertile land for thousands of miles. Although people's lives are still poor, their mental state is much better.

Zhang Wuji looked at everything in front of him with curiosity. He even saw the farmers on the river bank bow their heads spontaneously after seeing Fang Hao.

"As long as we provide the people with a stable environment, they will be able to live and work in peace and contentment," Fang Hao said.

"This matter is easier said than done," said Zhang Sanfeng.

"Yes, it's not that easy." Fang Hao sighed, "But someone has to do it. In ten, twenty, or thirty years, there will be a day when the world will be united."

Fang Hao's words were euphemistic, but Zhang Sanfeng understood them. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Master Fang Xiang, do you want to be the master of the world?"

"The Mongols have been stealing China's sacred artifacts for a hundred years. Now the people are resentful. It's time to return them to us," said Fang Hao.

"It's great to be young!" Zhang Sanfeng ended the topic meaningfully.

Everyone got off the boat, rode on horseback, and soon arrived at Butterfly Valley.

At that time, Hu Qingniu had already received the news that Fang Hao was coming, and he and Wang Nangu were waiting at the door, saying, "Greetings to Altar Master Fang! Greetings to... Master Zhang!"

Speaking of which, since Xian Yutong was able to be disgraced in front of the whole world, Hu Qingniu had to do a favor for the Wudang Sect.

"You are too polite, Doctor Hu." Zhang Sanfeng gently helped Hu Qingniu up and said, "Today I came here to bother Doctor Hu to treat my child Wuji."

Hu Qingniu said with some embarrassment: "Master Zhang, you don't know that I swore an oath when I was young to only treat the members of the Ming Cult. This child..."

"His name is Zhang Wuji, he is the grandson of White-browed Eagle King, and he can be considered a disciple of the Ming Cult." Fang Hao interrupted, "In this case, we should make decisions based on the situation. What do you think, Hall Master Hu?"

"Okay, okay!" Fang Hao had already spoken, what else could Hu Qingniu say?

He then welcomed Zhang Wuji into the house and took off his shirt. When he saw the green five-finger palm print on Zhang Wuji's body that gave off a chill, he gasped and said, "This seems to be... the Mysterious Nether Palm?"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up and he said, "Divine Doctor Hu, is there any hope for my child Wuji?"

(End of this chapter)