At the top of Guangmingding, the terrain is steep, the valley is deep and the sea of ​​clouds is rolling.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Song Yuanqiao was a little confused: "Master, how should we go down the mountain?"

Although Wudang and Zhang Wuji have a close relationship, and now everyone in the Ming Cult regards Zhang Wuji as their acting leader, there are still a few people from the six major sects who are unwilling to hide in caves with the Ming Cult.

They are righteous heroes. If they have a choice, they will not fall into the dog hole!

The key thing is, since Cheng Kun knows the secret ways of Mingjiao, will Yuan Bing also know it?

Although it is said that the Yuan soldiers cannot surround the mountain for too long, and the secret passage can only be blocked by one man, but ten thousand people cannot open it. But it can also be understood conversely, does the Yuan soldiers only need to block the exit, and only one man can block it?

Even if you are cruel, just use loess, plant ashes, stones and other materials to directly seal the entrance of the cave. Wouldn't that be a turtle in the cave, ready to be slaughtered?

But looking at the vast sea of ​​clouds at the foot of the mountain, the senior leaders of the six sects who rushed over, including Zhang Wuji and others, were at a loss. How could this go on?

Miejie frowned and looked at his young apprentice.

Those who are able should work harder.

The girl pointed to the top of the mountain opposite and said with a serious face, "Let's go down the mountain from there."

Everyone looked at the mountaintop opposite them, which was nearly a hundred feet away from them and could not be seen clearly under the thick fog, and they all doubted their lives.

Could it be that they are practicing martial arts and this Emei is cultivating immortality?

Zhou Zhiruo stopped talking, held the corners of her clothes with her fingers, and gently tore them off.

"Wow!" After a while, a long white thin line appeared in my hand.

Then I looked around and saw that there happened to be a huge bluestone on the mountain, which was three people tall and four people wide. The girl pushed it casually, and with her strength, the big bluestone moved slightly.

Song Yuanqiao ducked slightly under the bluestone.

The girl nodded slightly, obviously very satisfied with the quality of the bluestone. Then she pointed, gathered momentum, and pointed at the center of the bluestone.

"Boo~"

A small hole appeared directly in the middle of the bluestone.

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth slightly:???

With this finger power, if I had appeared just now when I was challenging the heroes, and if I pointed it down, would I have died on the spot?

Over there, Zhiruo drilled a hole in the bluestone again, and then tied the white thin thread tightly to it.

The bystanders looked puzzled.

Zhou Zhiruo then said: "I will tie this thin line to the opposite mountain later. If it is a little lower, the senior sisters can just swing over it."

Song Yuanqiao looked at the thin thread and was very suspicious: "Miss Zhou, can your thin thread bear our weight?"

"Don't worry, Master Song. This is the silk spun by a special type of silkworm. It is extremely strong. Only a few people in our Emei sect can break it. So far, none of the silkworm silk sold has been bad." Zhiruo smiled.

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Song Yuanqiao looked at the bottom of the endless cliff and wanted to complain. Mount Emei is so high. Obviously, if this thing breaks, I can't tell you anything.

Then Zhou Zhiruo put her green little finger between her lips: "Shh~"

The clear whistle sounded again between heaven and earth.

Looking at the girl's small cherry mouth, some of the disciples who were watching swallowed for some unknown reason.

The human heart needs nourishment, and it is human nature to appreciate beautiful things.

"Hey~" A moment later, a huge golden eagle landed on the top of the mountain. Its feathers were shining with golden light. It was as tall as a person, with sharp eyes and a powerful momentum.

Everyone subconsciously stepped aside. Song Yuanqiao glanced at Bai He who was squatting next to him. He was only as high as his thighs and had a bad temper.

Lost money!

Zhou Zhiruo and Mie Mie looked at each other, nodded slightly, tapped their little feet on the edge of the cliff, and jumped into the air. When they reached mid-air, their clothes fluttered, flying light and graceful, as if they were immortals. Then their bodies flashed, leaving traces of debris in the air.

The shadow disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds after a moment.

"Collapse~"

The thin thread straightens instantly.

Everyone was stunned. They originally thought that the girl was going to fly across the valley with the help of the giant eagle, but they didn't expect that she could fly hundreds of feet in the air.

What is the difference between Qinggong and immortality?

Aren’t we all martial arts practitioners? Are our ancestors here? There’s something wrong with this person!

"Sisters and seniors on the other side of the mountain, please wrap your clothes around your palms, slide them over one by one along the thin line, and follow me here!

If anyone misses it and the golden eagle catches it, the danger is not great!"

A clear and sweet sound came from the mountain opposite, with only a few lingering sounds.

Everyone has become accustomed to it. Although Zhou Zhiruo is not very old, everyone has already assumed that he is equal to the martial arts legend Zhang Sanfeng. No matter how exaggerated his behavior is, they can still find reasons to convince themselves.

Human beings, there will always be some differences!

Jiejie turned around, looked at the Mingjiao team, and said coldly: "Yang Xiao, you were seriously injured today, and I don't want to take advantage of others, but I will always remember what you said: Yitian Sword, it's nothing more than that! Haha.

If your Mingjiao can escape this disaster, I will come back to you to settle the debt between senior brother and Xiaofu in the future!"

Yang Xiao flattered me and was very embarrassed.

Zhang Wuji's martial arts skills were defeated by the heads of the four major sects in a row, which already surpassed him by a lot, and this extinct move could knock him out, which is obviously otherworldly. How can he be happy in the future if such an enemy takes care of him?

He even wants to slap himself when he was young now. Why is he so mean-mouthed?

Forget it if you talk too much about the key points. There are so many girls in the world, so we have to find Emei girls ourselves, and they also abandon their wives and children. In fact, he didn't know that Ji Xiaofu was pregnant at the time. How could he do it in a pinch?

Is there such a coincidence?

He would never set foot in the Central Plains again! Yang Xiao secretly made up his mind.

"Yang Xiao! Why didn't you say anything? When you were sparring with my senior brother, weren't you very arrogant?" Miejie continued to ask.

Yang Xiao turned his head and looked into the distance.

I won't speak, you bite me!

"Ha~" Miejie looked at it with disdain, jumped up slightly, stepped on the silk thread lightly, flew forward dozens of feet, used strength on the thin thread again, and disappeared from everyone's sight several times in a row.

Yang Xiao sipped his lips and looked at each other with the Green Winged Bat King who had only one arm left.

This old nun is so fierce!

You must know how high the mountain is and how windy and foggy the mountain stream is. If you want to achieve such a relaxed and freehand flow, you can't do it without profound skills and peerless lightness skills.

Several Emei disciples in the back hung their sleeves or handkerchiefs on thin threads and slid them directly along. There were also a few whose legs were weak from high mountains. They didn't know what they had promised to the golden eagle, so they just lay on the golden eagle.

The eagle flew over.

Make others envious.

They also want to ride the eagle!

Song Yuanqiao once again stared at the white crane beside him that was quietly preening its feathers: Dabai.

Dabai:???

Can you try to look at me again? Do you think I can support you? I asked you to feed me more food, but you don’t want to! Don’t you know that I am growing now?

Song Yuanqiao:......

Each of these Emei disciples has a strong foundation in Qinggong, and I don’t know how they usually practice it.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Yuanqiao watched helplessly as a little yellow cat carried a bamboo basket as tall as a person, staggering on a thin line and gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Several people's eyes were straightened when they saw it.

Are they worse than a cat?

"Song Dafa, Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Mo and Brother Qingshu have endless mountains and streams, and the vast snow-capped mountains and ice cliffs in the Kunlun Mountains. Without food and drink, they can easily die or be injured.

Why don't you Wudang sect hide in the secret passage with me?" Zhang Wuji invited enthusiastically.

What he thought was that if possible, it would be better to resolve the hatred between Wudang and Mingjiao.

Song Yuanqiao shook his head: "Farewell!"

Not to mention that Wudang is the leader of the righteous path, the key is that his junior brother Yu Daiyan was paralyzed by the Sky Eagle Cult, the Green Winged Bat King is also a vampire demon, and the Ming Cult disciples at the foot of Wudang Mountain are even more evil.

He felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought about staying with those Ming Cult demons and being dependent on others.

After Song Yuanqiao left, Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu also said goodbye one by one.

"Wuji, farewell. After this sadness, remember to come to Wudang so that Master can be happy to see you. Master has been talking about you many times during these years of isolation!" Zhang Songxi said.

Zhang Wuji took a few steps forward and bowed to see him off.

Yu Lianzhou patted him on the shoulder: "My dear Wuji, today's battle has made you famous all over the world, and you have shown great kindness to the Ming Cult. I hope you will give me more advice and guidance in the future, so that the Ming Cult will change its ways and do less bad things."

Zhang Wuji nodded: "My child obeys the teachings of his uncle and should do his best."

The last one, Song Qingshu, looked at him with a complicated expression.

I thought today would be the day when he would become famous in the world, but it turned out that a little-known junior disciple actually surpassed the others in skills, and his dignified chief disciple of three generations became the background.
To be continued...