In the Zhenwu Hall on Wudang Mountain br    />

At this moment, the Zhenwu Hall was full of people, and a few little Taoist priests wearing blue and white Taoist robes formed a confrontation with some people wearing strange costumes.

If Lei Yi was here, he would easily recognize that the leader was Zhao Min. She is now dressed as a man again.

Behind her were three strange people wearing white robes, yellow heads and small braids, behind them were a row of archers, and behind them were all minions.

Zhao Min held a fan in her hand and waved slowly.

At this moment, a few more people came from Wudang behind him, for the sake of a white old man, and there were still a few boys carrying chairs behind him. There was a person sitting on the chair, as if he was a disabled person.

"Zhang Sanfeng, you are finally willing to give up!"

Seeing the visitor, the first yellow-headed man behind Zhao Min said sarcastically in a very disdainful tone.

The others laughed at this person's words, as if they were watching the fun.

The original old man Bai was the famous Zhang Sanfeng, the owner of Wudang Mountain.

Speaking of which, Zhang Sanfeng is now 110 years old and has been famous for decades. He was almost invincible sixty or seventy years ago.

In sixty or seventy years, it is older than the grandfather of others. It is rare in this world to be able to live to 110 years old like Zhang Sanfeng.

However, because of the long time, the older generation has only heard of Zhang Sanfeng's name, knowing that he is invincible in the world, and never saw him take action. The younger generation has never heard of his name much, so sometimes it is revealed that his name is not taken seriously by others.

Zhang Sanfeng came to the front of several Taoist priests and stood still. He looked at a young man holding a fan and facing him with a little puzzled face, because he had no impression at all, "So many people came from afar, I don't know what advice would you give?"

Zhang Sanfeng is very polite. He is 11 o-year-old, but the people here are just people in their twenties who can be his great-grandchildren.

Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng can be regarded as a martial arts myth, but he has no airs at all, which is also very difficult.

Although 11o-year-old Zhang Sanfeng looks very old, he has steady steps and agile skills, and is even no less than these young people. He is indeed a master.

Hearing this, Zhao Min turned around and said calmly: "Zhang Zhenren is finally willing to come out to meet the guests."

"Who is this?"

"A young man was in charge of the Ming Cult, and Zhang Wuji visited Zhang Zhenren." After hearing this, Zhao Min did not hesitate at all, and even spoke nonsense in front of Zhang Sanfeng, which made Zhang Sanfeng confused.

There is nothing else because Zhang Sanfeng's disciple Zhang Wuji is the son of Zhang Cuisan, the fifth disciple of Zhang Sanfeng.

"Girl, why are your name Zhang Wuji?"

"I have a few words to advise Zhang Zhenren this time, hoping that Zhang Zhenren can submit to my Ming Cult, otherwise."

"So you did the Shaolin Sect's affairs?" Before Zhao Min finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng decisively guessed everything, "If we don't surrender to you today, you will also kill Wudang?"

"Zhang Zhenren is not a loss, but Zhenren Zhang, that's right." Zhao Min said very happy when he heard Zhang Sanfeng say this. He just likes to talk to refreshing people. Zhao Min, who is straightforward and saves Zhao Min, continues to beat around the bush, "If you can surrender to our Ming Cult in Wudang, you will naturally have many benefits and will not suffer the tragedy of extermination."

"Bastard!!!", Zhao Min's words came to an end. Before Zhang Sanfeng could say anything, Yu Daiyan, who was lying on the chair behind Zhang Sanfeng, was already furious and almost jumped off the recliner to fight Zhao Min. He loved his master Zhang Sanfeng the most, but he didn't expect that the master would suffer such insults from others now. "We are a famous and upright sect in Wudang. How could we join the Demon Sect? We will not surrender to your Demon Sect. Don't be foolish."

Yu Daiyan's words were loud and deafening, and a loud voice spread throughout the Zhenwu Hall.

Unfortunately, he is always a useless person and can only talk, but he cannot do it. He only relies on saying things and not doing them, and always lacks shock.

In fact, Zhao Min was disdainful at all and looked down on what a useless person said. After all, strength determines everything. No matter how many tragic fates are, they are inevitable.

"Well said that Dai Yan is worthy of being my disciple." Although Zhao Min and others did not applause, Zhang Sanfeng was moved by the words of his own useless disciple, because that was what he meant, "Young Master Zhang, we Wudang will not surrender to your Ming Cult, even if we Wudang is destroyed."

Just kidding, Zhao Min's words alone would naturally not shake Zhang Sanfeng.

After all, he is a 110-year-old. I have never seen any storms?

Zhang Sanfeng has experienced many things that are a hundred times more dangerous than now in the past, so it is naturally impossible to take this point seriously.

And living at Zhang Sanfeng's age naturally won't care about his honor and disgrace, such things are illusory to him.

The vision of things is something that ordinary people cannot compare with. In ordinary people's eyes, they are both good and evil, and Zhang Sanfeng has a third thing in their eyes. Zhang Sanfeng is not afraid of others saying that he is involved with the Demon Sect. People like him don't bother to explain anything. As for the safety, honor and disgrace of Wudang, it is the same. In the past, they were very concerned about the honor and disgrace of Wudang, and they couldn't let go of many things. Now, they can let go of everything.
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