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Chu Feng was in high spirits.

My niece is really good.

He was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a pair of hemp shoes on his bare feet, and a load of firewood on his shoulders.

When I arrived at the pavilion at the foot of Wudang Mountain, I rested my strength.

There were two Taoist priests sitting in the mountain pavilion chatting, but they didn't take it seriously when they saw Chu Feng.

A Taoist priest said: "Did you carry this firewood to the mountain to sell? Today's Wudang ceremony is not allowed to come in and out casually."

Another Taoist priest said: "The master didn't say that outsiders are not allowed to enter the temple. Why should a loyal and honest countryman interrupt his livelihood? Besides, there may not be enough firewood for the guests at today's banquet."

The previous Taoist priest said hurriedly: "Senior brother said, I will lead you up."

So he led Chu Feng into the mountain through the back door and came to Xiangji Kitchen.

The monk in charge of Xiangji Kitchen came out to give money, looked at Chu Feng for a few times, and suddenly said: "There are a lot of guests today, and I can't do anything to chop wood. This brother is actually healthy, so why not stay and help and earn some money?" money."

Chu Feng agreed immediately.

He was also curious in his heart. This journey was so smooth. I am afraid that at least two of the three people are the old swordsmen.

I don’t know how long he has been in business, but he can actually let people sneak into Wudang easily.

Chu Feng knew that he was definitely not the only one who came in. I am afraid that half of the dozens of people who followed along the way got in.

To allow so many people to enter Wudang, the forces behind Lao Daobaozi are definitely not simple.

Before dawn, people in the Xiangji Kitchen in the back mountain have started to work, washing rice, lighting a fire, washing vegetables, and cooking porridge. Everyone is doing their own things silently, and few people speak.

Chu Feng had a lot of skills in chopping firewood.

This little job is very simple for him.

After doing this for a while, Chu Feng got up and left as the sky was getting brighter.

With his Qinggong, no Taoist priest present noticed it at all.

At this time, the entire Wudang Mountain was busy, but there was no one in the hall.

Chu Feng used Qing Gong and flew in.

The light in the main hall is dim and the smoke is lingering. It seems that all the disputes and worries in the world have been isolated outside the threshold.

Chu Feng looked around and found no suitable hiding place.

Looking up, the beams on the main hall were ten feet above the ground!

It's so high that few people can climb up, and of course it's impossible to check it all the time.

So Chu Feng used the Wind and Soaring Cloud Step and easily climbed up the crossbar.

The dust on the beams is very thick. If you lie down, you will definitely look up to see the dust, but if you stand, you will be seen from below.

Chu Feng tiptoed and leaned down sideways.

The bodies were suspended above the dust, no more than a few inches apart.

The whole body was supported only by two toes.

The strength of Qinggong is evident.

After waiting for a while, many people came in to clean the hall and arrange seats.

Others are asking, who is in charge of lamp oil?

is a disciple.

Is the oil in the lamp full?

It was filled up and the disciple had already checked it early this morning.

The person who asked the question was obviously very satisfied. This disciple must have always been cautious in doing things.

Chu Feng was moved in his heart.

Lao Daobaozi once said that at a certain moment, the 72 ever-burning lights inside and outside the hall will definitely go out at the same time.

That was the signal to take action.

Chu Feng looked intently and saw only a shallow layer of lamp oil in the ever-bright lamp in the main hall.

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Apparently, this is how they control the lights.

The strange thing is, how could any Wudang disciple be bribed by Lao Daobaozi?

Why is he so familiar with the situation in Wudang?

Chu Feng silently calculated in his heart.

The sky is getting brighter.

It's buzzing outside.

But it was still very dark on the beam. The sun couldn't shine here, and the lights couldn't shine either.

There are many places in the world where there is never any light.

So do some people.

Footsteps sounded again in the hall. The person walking at the front walked steadily, but the footsteps were very light.

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Because all the energy and blood in his body are connected.

Although he is also made of flesh and blood, he is different from others.

There is no dregs left in him.

His true energy is innate true energy!

Chu Feng knew it without looking.

There is no doubt that this person is Zhang Sanfeng.

As expected, he has already entered Xiantian, and he is not yet at the first level of Xiantian.

But compared to Chu Feng, it is still slightly inferior.

If it were before, Chu Feng would inevitably be discovered.

But he was very different now.

The great method of transforming the sky and striking the earth surrounds the body.

No matter who it is, if they use their true energy to explore, once they pass by him, they will be involuntarily thinking about the past.

So, I forgot about the abnormality here.

Zhang Sanfeng sat in the main seat.

On the left is Song Yuanqiao and on the right is Yu Lianzhou.

These two people are also the only remaining achievements of the Wudang Seven Heroes.

There were quite a few guests, and there were no seats but standing room.

Shaolin, Kunlun, Kongtong, Qianqian Gang, Perak Hall, Twelve Links, Dafeng Hall... are all forces that are not controlled by Chu Feng.

There are dozens of people.

Chapter 231 Taiji Divine Art

Chu Feng silently felt Zhang Sanfeng's state.

This world-famous grandmaster not only had profound martial arts skills, he had also fought in thousands of battles.

His internal strength and cultivation are both matched by few.

But now I look very tired, very old, and even a little irritable.

Zhang Sanfeng was indeed a little irritable.

There were so many distinguished guests, and although he had to greet them with a smile, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

In the past ten years, this phenomenon has rarely happened to him.

Today, he seemed to have an ominous premonition in his heart, knowing that something unfortunate would happen.

"Maybe I'm really too old."

He thought in his heart: He should go to "[-]" to find a quiet and remote place, build a small wooden house, and never ask about the rights and wrongs of the rivers and lakes again, and never see the people in the rivers and lakes again.

It's a pity that until now, these are still illusions.

Even he himself is not sure whether he can really escape from the grievances and grievances in the world in time.

If you cannot seize the opportunity, it may be too late.

Although there are so many guests here today.

Although he knew that they respected him, it was just because he was the leader of Wudang.

Although he didn't completely like these people, he still couldn't help smiling and greeting them.

Isn't this also like acting?

Since you have been assigned this role, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you must continue to perform well.

The hall was brightly lit.

Today is Zhang Sanfeng’s 120th birthday.

He is about to announce the next heir to the throne.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the two most important disciples around him from the corner of his eyes.

The more hopeful they are, the more nervous they appear.

What would their expressions be if the names he announced were not these two?

How will others react?

that must be very interesting!

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but smile, and he could hardly help laughing.

But he quickly restrained himself.

Get ready for the most important part of the ceremony.

At this moment, an ever-burning lamp in the main hall suddenly went out.

He immediately felt a warning sign in his heart, knowing that his ominous premonition had come true.

Almost at the same instant, the 72 long-burning lamps inside and outside the hall suddenly all went out.

A few sharp gusts of wind blew by, and the candles on the incense table in the shrine were also extinguished.

The brightly lit hall suddenly became dark.

The wind roared overhead, and someone jumped out from the beam and slapped it down with a palm.

The inner strength of this palm and its high martial arts are rare in the world.

Definitely a rare master in the world.

Zhang Sanfeng's thoughts were racing, and several figures appeared in his mind instantly.

Those figures retreated one by one, leaving only a tall and handsome young man in the end.

"Chu Feng!"

Zhang Sanfeng raised his head and screamed.

There was sudden chaos all around.

The sound of choking swords being drawn was endless.

The fastest ones to draw the sword are of course Zhang Sanfeng's two beloved disciples: Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou.

Yu Lianzhou did not hesitate and stabbed Chu Feng in the air with his sword.