Wuxia, Auntie, I really don't want a girlfriend

"a piece of cake."

Cheng Kun is of no use to Chen Xiaonian, so he can just do Zhang Wuji a favor. This is a sure win deal, so Chen Xiaonian cannot miss it.

After all, a protagonist like Zhang Wuji who has great luck will definitely be a great help to Chen Xiaonian in the future.

"But I have a suggestion. You can listen to it first." Chen Xiaonian said to Zhang Wuji calmly, "I believe you also know why Cheng Kun is here. Why not take him out first and expose Cheng Kun's conspiracy in front of the world to ruin his reputation."

Zhang Wuji was a little confused when he saw that Chen Xiaonian actually knew Cheng Kun, but he also understood that what Chen Xiaonian said was the most suitable for the current situation, so he nodded and agreed, "Brother Chen is right, let's take this old dog out now."

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he took the initiative to come to Cheng Kun, picked him up, and walked out of the secret passage, completely unaware that Xiao Zhao behind him seemed to be hesitant to speak.

interesting.

At this time, Xiaozhao had restored her original appearance, and Chen Xiaonian still recognized her as the lame girl he had seen before. However, he didn't know whether Zhang Wuji could find the secret room in the secret passage with the help of Xiaozhao and learn the Great Shift of the Universe after his original trajectory was interrupted.

After learning the Great Shift of the Universe, Chen Xiaonian did not take the sheepskin away, but left it in the secret room.

......

At the same time, it was very lively on the Bright Summit of the Ming Cult.

The masters of the six major sects, Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Emei, Hengshan and Kongtong, gathered at Guangmingding to annihilate the Ming Cult. At this time, Guangmingding was littered with corpses of disciples from both sides.

Both the alliance of the six major sects and the Ming Cult had suffered heavy losses, and both sides were unwilling to endure more casualties, so they actually talked about the moral code of the martial arts world and set up a ring to win.

On the ring, Wudang's eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao was fighting fiercely with Mingjiao's White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng.

Bang bang bang!

When Song Yuanqiao made his move, he spread his hands into palms, and the true energy in his dantian kept circulating, stretching like cotton. His moves were connected and his palm techniques formed a circle. The strength was strong inside and soft outside, and when it exploded, it was very fast and quick. He used the Wudang Cotton Palm.

Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King who was fighting fiercely with Song Yuanqiao, bent his hands into claws. With the help of his internal strength, his ten fingers were extremely sharp, and his attacks were as fast as lightning, with each move going straight to Song Yuanqiao's vital points. He used Yin Tianzheng's famous eagle claw grappling technique.

After the two men, one gentle and the other fierce, exchanged several moves in a row, the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, who was old and had experienced three major battles, gradually lost his strength and showed signs of defeat.

Suddenly, Song Yuanqiao slapped Yin Tianzheng's eagle claw with a fierce palm. The internal force contained in his palm shocked Yin Tianzheng, who had consumed too much physical strength, and he retreated, revealing a flaw.

Whoosh!

Song Yuanqiao had followed Zhang Sanfeng for many years and had an extremely accurate grasp of the fighting opportunities. He thrust his sword immediately and stabbed the White-browed Eagle King right in the right shoulder, causing blood to spurt out immediately.

"Hero Song is awesome!"

"Master Song, kill that demon!"

"Eagle King, come down quickly."

"Damn Wudang Song Yuanqiao, how dare he hurt my Mingjiao Dharma King."

Seeing Song Yuanqiao displaying his supernatural power, the mood of the disciples of the six major sects and the disciples of the Ming Cult was very different. The people of the six major sects were extremely excited, while the disciples of the Ming Cult were worried.

"Master Song, it's not fair for the Wudang Clan to fight an injured old man in a round-robin battle!"

Just when Song Yuanqiao wanted to take advantage of the victory, Zhang Wuji, who left the secret room with Chen Xiaonian and followed the corpses all over the ground to Guangmingding, saw two people on the stage. One was the senior brother of his father Zhang Cuishan, and the other was his grandfather. He immediately couldn't help but turn over and jump onto the stage.

"It's him."

When the Emei sect members, led by Miejue, saw Zhang Wuji coming on stage, they immediately recognized his identity and their expressions became more solemn.

"What this young hero said makes sense." Song Yuanqiao looked solemnly at Zhang Wuji who appeared from the crowd. He thought he looked familiar, but he didn't think much about it. He put away his sword and turned to walk off the stage: "Using the majority to bully the minority is really not something we in Wudang can do."

Chen Xiaonian, who was sitting in the ring, found it extremely funny to see Song Yuanqiao acting like a chivalrous hero.

The ground on Guangmingding is littered with corpses of disciples from all sides, and they are still trying to talk about the moral principles of the martial arts world and hold a ring fight. It is obvious that the six major sects are in the upper hand now, and they just need to work together to attack, and it is only a matter of time before the Ming Cult is annihilated. I really wonder if those dead disciples would be so angry that they would come back to life if they knew about this.

They fought to the death for a long time without even a chance to leave their names, all for the sake of fulfilling the underworld ethics of the big man.

Damn, everyone in this world is talented!

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P.S. Thank you for your support, the flowers finally exceeded 10,000 for the first time, and I will add another chapter later.

Chapter 115 Zeng Aniu, the best of the best! (Flowers and extra chapters are here)

"Chen Xiaonian, if the Ming Cult is in danger later, we must help."

Wuqing glanced at the people from the six major sects, his expression showing some anxiety. The Ming Cult was the Ming Dynasty's national protectorate sect. Although it had been suppressed a lot, it still represented the face of the Ming Dynasty and would never be allowed to be trampled upon by the court or outsiders.

"I understand. You can beat your own dog however you want, but you can't let others step on it." Chen Xiaonian grinned evilly and looked around. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure among the crowd of people from the six major sects.

"Oh my God, Xiaobei, I shouldn't have let you come. This kind of fighting and killing is too scary."

Originally, the Huashan Sect was supposed to participate in the Battle of Guangmingding, but because the Huashan Sect was annexed by the Hengshan Sect, it took the Huashan Sect's place.

Standing in front of the Hengshan Sect at this time was the Hengshan Sect leader Mo Xiaobei, and behind Mo Xiaobei were Tong Xiangyu and Bai Zhantang accompanying Mo Xiaobei.

"Mo Xiaobei is here, I wonder if that beautiful lady Dongfang Bubai is here."

Chen Xiaonian looked around curiously, but did not see Dongfang Bubai. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Humph."

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from the camp of the six major sects. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the head of the Kunlun sect walking out with a frown and cold eyes: "I admire the kindness of Mr. Song, but I must take the life of that old thief with white eyebrows!"

After He Taichong finished speaking, he took his disciple Xi Huazi with him and together they charged towards the White-browed Eagle King on the stage with swords in hand.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Wuji, who was concerned about his grandfather's comfort, saw He Taichong trying to take advantage of someone's misfortune, so he quickly dodged and blocked in front of Yin Tianzheng and said, "As the leader of Kunlun Sect, you actually want to join forces with two people to deal with a seriously injured person. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by heroes all over the world?"

While Zhang Wuji was speaking, his eyes were always fixed on He Taichong with caution. Many years ago, when Zhang Wuji was still a child, he had witnessed He Taichong's insidiousness and viciousness. He was even almost killed by He Taichong because He Taichong turned against him in order to please his wife.

"Humph." He Taichong snorted coldly. Seeing that Zhang Wuji was dressed in rags and didn't look like a famous person, he couldn't help but look down on him: "Do you want a nobody like you to meddle in other people's business?"

Whoosh!

The moment He Taichong finished speaking, he ignored the looks of everyone present, suddenly exerted force with his feet, and slapped Zhang Wuji with his palm.

Bang!

The huge collision of true energy echoed on Guangmingding. In the surprised eyes of everyone, when He Taichong's sudden palm hit Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji's body suddenly emitted bursts of faint golden light, which completely dissolved He Taichong's palm power.

Nine Yang Magical Art protects the body!

When Chen Xiaonian saw that although Zhang Wuji had not learned the Great Shift of the Universe, he was still able to rely on the powerful internal strength cultivated from the Nine Yang Divine Art to withstand a palm strike from He Taichong, an early grandmaster, without any injury, his desire for the Nine Yang Divine Art almost reached a peak.

"who are you."

After Zhang Wuji's attack was resolved, He Taichong looked at Zhang Wuji with serious eyes. He kept thinking in his mind that he could never have imagined that a young man with powerful inner strength would appear in the world.

"My name is Zeng Aniu."

Well, Zeng Aniu, the cow of cow!

When Chen Xiaonian saw that Zhang Wuji concealed his name, he couldn't help but complain in his heart, wondering why he wasn't a son of luck and had adventures wherever he went!

[Host, isn't it enough to meet me? ]

Get lost! You are a fucking system that exploits labor!

On the ring, when He Taichong heard the name Zhang Wuji called out that he had never heard of before, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He and Xi Huazi beside him drew out their swords, pinched their sleeves with one hand, and waved their swords as they rushed towards Zhang Wuji.

Liangyi swordsmanship!

Zhang Wuji recognized at a glance that He Taichong and Xi Huazi were using Kunlun's unique Liangyi sword technique, and it was obvious that they wanted to kill him. However, Zhang Wuji had never practiced any sword technique before, so he could only counter their moves.

In a flash, He Taichong had rushed to Zhang Wuji with sword in hand. Suddenly, he touched the ground with his toes, changed direction abruptly, and stabbed Zhang Wuji's chest with the sword in his hand.

At the same time, Xi Huazi leaped high into the sky, and the three-foot green sword in his hand slashed down diagonally.

Relying on his strong internal strength, Zhang Wuji twisted his body when the two men's swords almost pierced him, and seized the only flaw in the two men's attack to dodge. While twisting and turning, he kicked the tip of He Taichong's sword, and the powerful Nine Yang Qi made He Taichong's body sluggish.

But this alone is not enough to stop He Taichong.

After a short delay, He Taichong and Xi Huazi stood together again and jointly used the Liangyi sword technique to kill Zhang Wuji.

The Liang Yi sword technique originated from the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams and has many variations. Especially when two people attack together, the sword moves are endless, forcing Zhang Wuji to dodge again and again.

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Swish!Swish!Swish!

In an instant, the field was filled with sword energy. He Taichong and Xi Huazi's sword skills combined, covering Zhang Wuji like a net.

After dozens of moves, the gifted Zhang Wuji actually figured out the secret of the two people's joint attack. While constantly dodging, he quietly distributed the Nine Yang True Qi to every part of his body and moved it to all the major acupuncture points.

At this time, the joint attack of He Taichong and Xi Huazi also reached its peak. The overwhelming sword energy gradually gathered together, and it kept spinning around Zhang Wuji like a tornado.

"That nameless guy is going to lose."

"Being able to force Sect Leader He to this point, Zeng Aniu can be considered a young hero."

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"You crappy young hero, hanging out with the evil people of the Ming Cult, do you think you deserve the title of hero?" Nun Miejue said coldly when she heard disciples from the six major sects praising Zhang Wuji. No one dared to respond for a moment because of her reputation.

"I think that guy is pretty good." Mo Xiaobei on the side didn't care about extinction or not, and said seriously: "On the contrary, Master He actually used his numbers to bully the minority, which is not really a hero."

"Humph."

Nun Miejue snorted coldly. Seeing that although Mo Xiaobei was young, what he said made sense, she didn't say much and just watched the battle alone.

“Oh my god.” Tong Xiangyu, who was standing next to Mo Xiaobei, looked at Nun Miejue with a look of fear on her face and said, “Xiaobei, just watch honestly and don’t talk nonsense, otherwise I won’t bring you out next time.”

Tong Xiangyu had witnessed with her own eyes how Master Miejue killed people without blinking an eye, and was afraid that Mo Xiaobei would anger Miejue and kill them.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, something strange happened on the scene.

Zhang Wuji, who was surrounded by the sword net, suddenly stretched out his hands and divided the Nine Yang True Qi in his body into two, which whizzed out. First, it turned into a gourd with an open mind and took the sharp sword energy into the gourd, and then it turned into a yin-yang fish. His palms kept drawing circles in the air, blending the sword energy with the Nine Yang True Qi, and combined them into a powerful Gang Qi that was suddenly pushed out fiercely.

boom!

After a loud bang, a powerful aura suddenly exploded in the field!

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Chapter 116 Whispering Devil Chen Xiaonian

A powerful internal energy suddenly burst out, and the terrifying impact force caused the blood and energy in He Taichong and Xi Huazi to flow backwards, and they spurted out blood at the same time.

However, after knocking the two people away, the strong energy formed by the fusion of sword energy and Nine Yang True Qi did not slow down, and rushed towards the people of the six major sects with a roar. Everyone was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by the strong energy.

"What a strong inner force!"

"This Zeng Aniu's cultivation is simply terrifying."

"At such a young age, his internal strength is already stronger than He Taichong's. What a genius he is."

The leaders of the six major sects were all shocked. They stared blankly at Zhang Wuji who suddenly appeared and were speechless for a while.

"Does anyone of you know this person's origin? Such a person shouldn't be unknown in the world." Zong Weixia of Kongtong Sect asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I've never heard of '603', but he seems familiar to me." Song Yuanqiao always felt that Zhang Wuji gave him a very familiar and close feeling, but he couldn't tell why.

"This kid's name is Zeng Aniu. I don't know where he came from. I've seen him in action before. His internal strength is probably not much weaker than mine." Nun Miejue squinted her eyes and looked at Zhang Wuji in the field, with murderous intent faintly visible in her body.

Chen Xiaonian, who was in the crowd, stopped attacking after seeing Zhang Wuji knock He Taichong away, and was so angry that his teeth were itching.

These people were the murderers who forced Zhang Wuji's parents to death. Facing such mortal enemies, Zhang Wuji was still merciful. What a crappy Buddhist hero! He is simply an unfaithful and unfilial person!

"Zhang Wuji! What the hell are you doing?" Suddenly, Chen Xiaonian, who was watching the fight from the sidelines, walked out of the crowd and shouted to Zhang Wuji on the stage, "Look who these people are! Shaolin, Kongtong, Emei, Kunlun, these people are the murderers who forced your father to death!"

"Have you forgotten what your mother said before she died? She wanted you to remember the faces of these people so that you can avenge her when you have mastered martial arts!"

"You clearly had the chance to kill He Taichong, but you didn't do it. Do you want to make your parents so angry that they will come back to life?"

Chen Xiaonian's words seemed like magic sound filling their ears, echoing in the hearts of Zhang Wuji and the people from the six major sects.

"What! He is actually Zhang Wuji!" Zong Weixia said in surprise.

"No wonder he wants to associate with the evil people of the Ming Cult. His mother is an evil person of the Ming Cult." When Master Miejue spoke, she gritted her teeth and wished she had killed Zhang Wuji with her sword a few days ago.

"Brother Xiaonian!" Mo Xiaobei's attention was completely on Chen Xiaonian who suddenly appeared, and he shouted Chen Xiaonian's name excitedly.

"My dear Wuji!" The people of Wudang Sect, led by Song Yuanqiao, were stunned, with unspeakable heartache in their words. God knows how many hardships Zhang Wuji had experienced while wandering alone for so many years to have his peerless martial arts today.

"parents?"

Zhang Wuji's heart was shocked, and his mind flashed with the scene of his father Zhang Cuishan who committed suicide to protect the Golden Lion King Xie Xun, and his mother Yin Susu who could not bear to see Zhang Cuishan leave alone, and also committed suicide, and before her death she told Zhang Wuji to avenge them.

Finally, there is a scene where the godfather, the Golden Lion King Xie Xun, can only stay alone on the Ice and Fire Island.

hatred!

Endless hatred!

The hatred that had been buried in Zhang Wuji's heart for so long that he had almost forgotten was instantly triggered by Chen Xiaonian's devilish whisper.