Zongwu: I, the strongest alchemist, the auction of the heavens

Chapter 26: A hand full of trump cards! How to play this?
Wudang.
In the square in front of the Zhenwu Temple.

Many martial arts schools, led by Shaolin, Emei, Kongtong and Kunlun, gathered here.

"Everyone, today is our master's 100th birthday. I hope you can give me some face and not cause trouble at this time!"

Song Yuanqiao took the lead and stood in front of the Wudang people. He said in a solemn voice: "If you miss today, no matter what you want to do, Wudang will take it all!"

"Amitabha."

Abbot Kong Wen stepped out from the crowd, shook his head and sighed, "Master Song, we don't want to disturb Master Zhang's peace."

"As long as Zhang Wuxia is willing to tell us the whereabouts of Xie Xun, we will leave immediately."

Mo Shenggu took a step forward and came to Song Yuanqiao's side, saying with a smile: "I didn't expect that Shaolin would also be interested in the Dragon Slaying Sword."

"No, no."

Kong Wen remained calm and composed, and replied calmly: "The Dragon Slaying Sword is just an external object. It is useless to people like me in the Buddhist sect."

"I am looking for Xie Xun in order to suppress him and reduce a great scourge for the martial arts world!"

Mo Shenggu rolled his eyes and said, "As expected of a Buddhist, you speak better than you sing."

This guy is not a person who would keep quiet.

Now that his realm has improved, he has become even more flamboyant!

Not to mention that Kongwen is the same as him, both are at the Grand Master level.

Even though he is one step ahead, he still dares to mock him!

"Mr. Mo, be careful with your words!"

Kong Wen frowned slightly and said, "My Buddha, do not insult me ​​lightly!"

"You mean, I, Wudang, can be humiliated at will?"

Mo Shenggu grinned, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Without further ado!"

Nun Miejue suddenly stood up and said sternly: "I only want to ask one question, are you from Wudang going to hand over the person?"

"What the Master said is correct."

Zhang Songxi walked forward slowly, saying as he walked: "We are all from the martial arts world, why bother talking so much nonsense? After all, it's still about seeing who has the bigger fist!"

hum! ~
The pressure from the grandmaster swept across the entire place.

again!
Miejue’s eyelids twitched violently.

Zhang Songxi is also a grandmaster, this is not part of the plan!

He Taichong and others looked at each other and saw the intention of retreat in each other's eyes.

The addition of one more grandmaster is not completely unmanageable.

However, some damage is inevitable.

No one wants to take this risk.

"Yeah, why are you talking so much?"

Mo Shenggu shook his head and released his own aura.

Again?

Everyone widened their eyes and looked at Mo Shenggu in disbelief.

However, it's not over yet.

One way, two ways, three ways...

The auras of seven great grandmasters rose into the sky above the square.

Moreover, a kind of echo is formed subtly, connecting them together.

This makes the power of the seven auras even more astonishing!

"Oh my God, what did I see?"

When the seventh grandmaster's aura emerged, someone couldn't help but groan.

The rest of the people also looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Song Qingshu!
This tiny boy is actually a great master!

How old is he?

Not yet sixteen years old?
Even Yao Yue, who was known as the 'evil among evildoers', hadn't entered the realm of Grandmaster at the age of sixteen, right?

What exactly happened to the Wu-Tang Clan?

Why do so many grand masters suddenly appear?

Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng was so depressed that he passed all his skills to his disciples?

Just when everyone was so skeptical.

An extremely terrifying yet peaceful aura suddenly erupted from the Zhenwu Hall.

Along with it appeared Zhang Sanfeng's gentle voice.

"I don't know which Taoist friend you are, but you have come to Wudang. If you don't mind, please come in and have a chat."

"No thanks, I'm just passing by, bye!"

A cold voice sounded from high above, becoming fainter and fainter.

This means that the owner of the voice is moving away rapidly.

"So it's the First Evil Emperor."

Zhang Sanfeng restrained his breath and whispered something in sudden realization.

……

"Wudang... is hidden deep enough."

High in the sky, the First Evil Emperor stopped.

He turned around and looked at Wudang Mountain, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

In rumors.

The Wudang Sect is in a period of transition.

It was claimed that once Zhang Sanfeng passed away, Wudang would become a third-rate sect.

But what I saw today was completely contrary to the rumors.

Those grand masters who are older in age are not a big deal.

Almost all of them have reached the end of their martial arts path and are not worth paying special attention to.

But the little one is a little scary!

Even he, a land immortal, couldn't help but be moved, so he revealed his whereabouts.

"Zhang Sanfeng's ability to teach his disciples is a hundred times better than mine. I will definitely ask for his advice when I have time."

After muttering something, the First Evil Emperor did not stop.

It transformed into a ray of black light and shot towards the sky, continuing to search for the trace of the Second Sword Emperor.

The Second Sword Emperor had just suffered at the hands of Yao Yue, but he showed no sign of restraint.

He actually ran to steal Ding Peng's small building and listened to the spring rain all night!

After the First Evil Emperor learned the news, he immediately walked out of the Road of Life and Death.

I only hope that I can find the second Sword King before Ding Peng and save his life!
……

Wudang Mountain.

Out of respect for the immortals on earth, Song Yuanqiao and others restrained their breath.

But even if you don't reveal your aura.

The fact that the seven of them are grand masters will not change because of this!
He Taichong suppressed the fear in his heart and quietly retreated to the back.

There are seven grand masters on the opposite side!
On our side, there are only three people, Miejue, Kongwen and Kongzhi, who can barely fight against the grand master.

What's the fuss about?
Before others kill you.

Go home and hug your child!

"With seven great masters and the famous Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation, even if the uncle comes in person, he will most likely seek harmony."

He Taichong muttered secretly.

The uncle master he mentioned was none other than He Zudao, who was known as one of the 'Three Saints of Kunlun'.

According to rumors, he had already entered the fairyland on earth.

"Abbot Kongwen, I wonder if there is any holy monk in Shaolin who can come forward?"

Although he was greatly frightened by Song Yuanqiao and others, Miejue was still unwilling to give up.

Shaolin and Wudang have been challenging each other for a long time.

If you say you don’t have any trump card, I would never believe it even if you kill me.

Kong Wen remained silent.

It is true that Shaolin does have a trump card.

However, there was no way to show up.

"The Master is obsessed."

Kong Wen shook his head and suppressed the naive idea of ​​Miejue Tian.

For the sake of one Xie Xun, a war among the gods on earth was triggered?

What a joke!
Even if you add a dragon-slaying sword, you still don't have the qualification.

"Everyone, please listen to what I have to say!"

Just when the atmosphere was becoming awkward and a little weird.

Zhu Wusi appeared in the square with a large number of court masters.

Standing between the two groups.

"Today is a big day for the Wudang Sect. Seeing blood... is a bit unlucky."

Zhu Wusi first bowed to Song Yuanqiao.

Then, he turned to the various factions and continued, "I think it would be better for everyone to sit down and have a drink.
If you have anything to say, how about we discuss it over the wine table? "

(End of this chapter)