Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up slightly, "That's fine, but in this way, the other five sects will not be grateful for the Mingjiao's kindness, which will be detrimental to your efforts to resolve the grievances between the Mingjiao and the six major sects!"
Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, "The most urgent task is to rescue the six major sects first. As for their grievances, it will not be too late to resolve them slowly in the future."
A look of relief flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, "It's rare for Wuji to know the importance and propriety. After the six major sects are rescued, the old Taoist will definitely announce this matter to the world."
"What is going to be announced to the world, why don't we let this old man know something first?" At this moment, a vigorous and powerful voice came from outside the house. The breath was long and clear, clear and natural, and it was obvious that the inner strength had reached a very deep state.
Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly, but then he sighed helplessly, as if he knew the person outside the room.
Murong Fu's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with turmoil. Ever since he walked into Zhang Sanfeng's house, he had always maintained the highest vigilance, expanding the six o'clock to dozens of feet away.
But he didn't notice anyone approaching. Now that someone suddenly appeared, wouldn't it surprise him.
Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have noticed what Murong Fu was thinking, and immediately smiled bitterly, "Don't worry about it, little friend. Not to mention you, I am an old Taoist, and I have never found any trace of him."
Murong Fu's face showed a look of horror for the first time, "Senior didn't even notice that his martial arts..."
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, "His internal strength is quite unique in disappearing."
"Old man Zhang, why didn't your old friend come out to greet you for so long?" An impatient voice came from outside the house.
Zhang Sanfeng gave a wry smile, stood up and walked out, followed by Murong Fu and Zhang Wuji.
When they arrived outside the house, they saw an old man with a fluttering white beard and a rosy complexion standing in the open space of the courtyard. The most surprising thing was that a pair of white eyebrows were over a foot long, almost as long as the white on his temples.
What surprised Murong Fu even more was that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not have been able to sense that there was a person standing there, and for a moment he was very interested in the old man's identity.
There was a woman standing behind the old man. She was the female disciple of Emei whom Murong Fu met at the inn yesterday.
"Bai Mei," Zhang Sanfeng called out the old man's name, "aren't you meditating in Mount Emei and have stopped caring about worldly affairs? Why did you come down the mountain again?"
"Hmph, Jue'er's inability to do things actually caused the entire Emei sect to fall into the hands of the Mongols. How can I feel at ease about such a big thing!" The white-browed old man looked slightly angry, as if he hated iron but not steel.
"Jue'er..." Murong Fu couldn't help but froze for a moment when he heard this title. No one else in the Emei sect could call him this name except Lao Ni Jue, but when he heard someone calling Master Jue "Jue'er", he felt...
Indescribably strange.
As for the old man's identity, he was not too surprised, because he had already inquired about it. The Emei Sect in this world was not the original Emei Sect founded by Guo Xiang, but an ancient sect inherited from the Warring States Period. If you ask about Jianghu
Which sect has the longest history, it has to be Emei, even Shaolin is much younger than it.
For a sect with such a long history, it would be impossible to say that the sect does not have one or two antiques.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled kindly and said, "Then why did you come to see me?"
"Humph, you have the nerve to ask," the white-browed old man flicked his sleeves and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with an unkind expression, "You are too unkind old man. Emei and Wudang have always been on good terms with each other. It's better for you to only care about your own."
We, the Emei sect, don’t care about our disciples and disciples!”
Zhang Sanfeng didn't care about his words and attitude, he just smiled helplessly, "Where do you start talking about this? When did the old Taoist only plan to save his disciples and grandchildren?"
"Then you have been in Dadu for many days, but you have never contacted any disciples of the Emei Sect? If this disciple hadn't bumped into your boy yesterday, how would I have known that you were in Dadu?"
"You have wronged the old Taoist about this matter," Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "The old Taoist had decided to join forces with Murong Xiaoyou to rescue the people of the six major sects. This would also save a lot of trouble, but you didn't know that you found the 'door' first.
Here, if I knew you were coming, I would have to bother you first without saying anything."
"Hmph, if I knew you were coming, I wouldn't have made this trip." The white-browed old man's face softened slightly, and then he suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Murong Fu, "Who are you?"
Murong Fu bowed his hands in front of him and said, "Young man Murong Fu."
"A member of the Murong family?" The white-browed old man was startled, "Who are you, Murong Xi?"
Murong Fu was slightly stunned, and after a while he suddenly realized that Murong Xi was not Murong Bo's father's own grandfather. He immediately replied: "It's my grandfather!"
Bai Mei nodded, "It's not bad. These generations of the Murong family, as well as you, have 'revealed' some shadows of Murong Longcheng back then!"
"Is this a compliment?" Murong Fu sneered in his heart, but he said: "Senior is over-praising me, but I am still young and have impure skills, so I am not qualified to compare with my ancestors."
His white eyebrows were stern, "You don't have to be too humble, there are almost no young people who can be called me like this!"
"This is the real pretense. I finally meet someone I can still pretend to be!" Murong Fu cursed, smiled coquettishly, and stopped answering.
At this time, the female disciple behind Bai Mei whispered a few words in front of Bai Mei.
Although her voice was small, no one present was a person of outstanding internal strength. They heard clearly that the 'female' disciple briefly told what Murong Fu did to the Emei Sect at Guangmingding.
Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at Baimei's expression. Sure enough, Baimei's expression suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Murong Fu, "You boy, you are very capable."
After he finished speaking, he didn't see how he moved. A flash of green light suddenly flashed in front of his chest. The green light flickered around, and in an instant, it turned into a green balloon about half a foot in size.
Murong Fu's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that the old man would take action even if he disagreed. He snorted secretly in his heart and immediately raised his hands to form a defensive position in front of him.
An unexpected look flashed across his white eyebrows, but the blue balloon on his chest seemed to have grown to its limit. Suddenly, a green light flashed, and it hit Murong Fu with a "pop", and the speed was almost gone.
Zhang Sanfeng's expression suddenly condensed slightly, and he murmured, "You actually succeeded!"
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the green power ball hit Murong Fu's Qi shield. A special wave of Qi spread out to the surrounding area, and the Qi shield immediately became unstable, like an eggshell.
All shattered and opened.
Murong Fu was immediately heartbroken and could no longer hold back. He immediately made a complicated gesture with his hands, with his left palm drooping and his right palm pushing out.
"Poof", the green balloon disappeared as soon as it touched his palm.
In this scene, not only Zhang Wuji, but also Zhang Sanfeng and the old man with white eyebrows could not hide their surprise on their faces.
"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Bai Mei couldn't help but ask.
But Murong Fu didn't have the energy to fight back. After a while, he suddenly raised his right hand and struck forward with a palm.
At the same time, the green ball of energy flew out from Murong Fu's left palm again and shot toward Bai Mei at a faster speed.
Baimei's face was mute, but his move was very unambiguous. His sleeves and robes puffed up slightly, he raised his fingers together and lightly stroked Murong Fu.
At the same time, a straight white sword energy suddenly shot out.
Murong Fu did not dare to be careless. He closed his palms together and then spread them apart. He rotated his fingers in front of his chest. Suddenly, a white light flashed. There was a white dagger hanging on the index finger of his right hand. He raised his eyebrows without hesitation.
wave.
"Zizzizi", the sword energy of both sides "interacted", causing a slight burst of air, which was unpleasant and harsh.
Murong Fu waved his right hand several times and was able to break Bai Mei's sword energy.
"Six Meridians Divine Sword?" Bai Mei frowned slightly, and then sneered, "You have cultivated the Six Meridians Divine Sword to be like this. If Duan Siping knew about it, I don't know what he would think."
Murong Fu also showed his true fire, and was about to attack with all his strength, but Zhang Sanfeng quickly walked to the room between the two of them, "You two, stop for now. We will wait until the people from the six major sects are rescued to talk about anything."
"You want to protect him?" Bai Mei asked with a raised brow.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly, "Talking about Buhu, don't underestimate little friend Murong. He only used 50% of his strength at most. If he attacks with all his strength, it's hard to say whether he will win or lose."
Bai Mei sneered, "He? Zhang Sanfeng, are you old and confused? Or are you itchy and want to learn from me?"
"Thank you Master Zhang for rescuing the siege. Since this senior wants to fight, let me have some fun with him!" Murong Fu was such an arrogant person. How could he really stand behind others and let others protect him? He said immediately. In fact, he wanted to
Try the depth of these two old men in front of you.
Bai Mei glanced at Murong Fu appreciatively, "Boy, for this reason, I just want you to be beaten. Let bygones be bygones."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes and even gave me a good beating. It was a good idea to let things go by the wayside.
Seeing that the two of them were at war with each other and were about to fight again, Zhang Sanfeng said hurriedly, "Bai Mei, you are in the capital of Mongolia now, mainly to save people from the six major sects. If there is too much movement and attract patrols, it will be difficult to save people."
It’s difficult. Besides, when martial arts reaches your level, the difference between superior and inferior is like the difference between life and death. Are you really going to ignore the disciples and grandsons of Emei?"
Bai Mei paused, frowned and thought for a while, and finally nodded, "Okay, boy, for Jun Bao's sake, I won't argue with you today, but I still have to settle this account tomorrow."
"I'll be with you at any time!" Murong Fu smiled faintly and thought to himself, no wonder Zhiruo said that someone would come to collect the Yitian Sword when he took it. He must be talking about the old man in front of him. He is indeed extraordinary.
"I heard just now that you have made a plan. Now that I have come to Dadu, I naturally want to get involved." Baimei said to Zhang Sanfeng.
"It's better if you come if you want. Our plan is like this..." Then Zhang Sanfeng told Bai Mei the previous plan.
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