Chapter 22

But with this banner standing there.

On the surface, it would be very easy to be constrained.

This was naturally not a situation they wanted to see.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhenren did not choose to make an enemy of the major sects.

Looking at Zhu Wushi again.

His originally sinister eyes.

After hearing this answer, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly unconsciously.

While feeling fortunate, he was filled with disdain for Zhu Houzhao.

To tell the truth, he was truly shocked by this move of his.

Actually saying in front of ninety percent of the Great Ming martial arts sects that Wudang should oversee the martial arts world.

This is more than just slapping their faces!

It's simply rubbing their faces on the ground!

If this was agreed to, wouldn't it make Wudang the target of public criticism instantly?!

Even if he wanted to say it, he should have said it in private!

Now it's good, he has lost all his face!

Thinking of this.

While Zhu Wushi was gloating.

He was also secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Fortunately, such a person is his opponent!

030-Sects Make Trouble, Wudang is Tough! (Seeking flowers, seeking tips)

'Damn it, how dare you slap me in the face like this!'

In the crowd.

The disguised Ming Emperor Zhu Houzhao.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's response, his face was terrifyingly gloomy!

His sharp eyes were filled with endless coldness.

On the contrary, Wei Jinzhong, who was accompanying him.

His eyes were both stunned and speechless.

He didn't expect.

Just because of his own oversight, not helping the other party consider the content of the imperial decree.

As a result, such a big change occurred!

You must know.

In this situation right now.

Issuing such an imperial decree is no different from deliberately making things difficult for Wudang?

If the other party really agreed.

Wouldn't it be making an enemy of the entire Great Ming martial arts world?

Even a fool knows how to handle the pros and cons!

Thinking this way.

He couldn't help but complain secretly in his heart.

Giving two thousand-year-old spiritual herbs as a gift was his suggestion.

As a result, now, an imperial decree has pitted both himself and Wudang.

The most critical thing is.

This can't even be said!

Obviously.

Those words on the imperial decree all came from this person's hand.

If he really said it, wouldn't he be blaming the other party?

Having been in the deep palace for many years.

He still had that much insight.

Therefore, he could only frown tightly, thinking about how to take the blame.

Half an hour later.

Wudang practice field.

"Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, Qingcheng, Taishan, Hengshan, Kunlun, Kongtong, Shenjian Villa, Wuzheng Villa, Money Gang... Hiss!!!"

Looking at the dense figures around.

Some rogue cultivators who were lucky enough to come in to watch the ceremony were full of shock.

This scene, this lineup, is enough to brag about for a lifetime!

Some knowledgeable rogue cultivators.

After recognizing such a lineup, couldn't help but gasp for air.

The entire Great Ming martial arts world.

Almost all the righteous sects had come.

This... this...

Besides shock.

For a time.

They couldn't find a more suitable word to express their mood at this moment!

However.

Just when everyone was looking forward to Zhang Zhenren's appearance.

Song Yuanqiao walked out of the Zixiao Hall in a hurry.

He cupped his fists at the crowd and said loudly with an apologetic face.

"Thank you all for coming to attend my master's hundredth birthday in your busy schedule."

"Just because my master is unwell and not fit to see people, please let him have some peace and quiet."

"I thank all the fellow martial arts friends here one by one."

"Please follow the reception disciples to the guest square."

"If there is any lack of hospitality, I hope you will forgive me."

After a few words.

Although everyone was somewhat disappointed not to see the demeanor of the number one master of Great Ming.

But since people had said so.

Naturally, they couldn't force it.

They nodded in understanding and prepared to follow the reception disciples to the guest square.

However.

Just at this moment.

Abbot Kong Wen of Shaolin, who had been calm all along, chanted a Buddhist name and stood out.

"Amitabha."

"Since Zhang Zhenren wants peace and quiet, we juniors naturally dare not disturb him."

"But this time we came, besides celebrating Zhang Zhenren's birthday, there is another matter."

"Please, Hero Song, invite Zhang Wuxia and Yin Susu out to answer a question for us."

Once these words were spoken.

The square, which had been somewhat noisy, suddenly became silent.

Except for the major sect leaders who had already discussed with Abbot Kong Wen in private.

The rogue cultivators and some sect leaders who had not participated in last night's discussion cast doubtful gazes toward him.

Frowning and thinking, their expressions were full of suspicion.

Song Yuanqiao felt a slight tightness in his heart upon hearing this.

His face remained calm as he said in a deep voice.

"Today is my master's birthday; can we discuss all matters after today?"

Unfortunately.

The idea was good.

But Kong Wen and the others, who had already decided to make trouble today.

How could they give up because of his words.

Only to see Huashan Sword Sect Leader Xian Yutong jump out at the right time and sneer.

"We just want to invite Zhang Wuxia and Yin Susu out to answer a question."

"In front of many fellow martial arts friends, does Hero Song think we would do them harm?"

"Or is it that Hero Song has a guilty conscience and is deliberately shielding Zhang Wuxia?!"

Speaking to the end.

Xian Yutong's tone became tough.

"Sect Leader Xian Yutong's words are correct; we are just asking a question and will not harm Zhang Wuxia, so please, Hero Song, make it convenient."

Sensing Abbot Kong Wen's eye signal.

Songshan Sect Leader Zuo Lengchan couldn't help but agree.

After him.

Qingcheng Sect Leader Yu Canghai, Emei Sect Leader Gu Hongzi, the Kongtong Five Elders, and many other sects stood out one by one.

Song Yuanqiao's face sank.

How could he not know that these people had already discussed making trouble.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes.

He snorted coldly in an unkind tone.

"Today is my master's birthday; if you are here to congratulate, Wudang naturally welcomes you."

"If you want to make trouble, Wudang is not afraid and will accompany you to the end!!"

It must be said.

Even if Song Yuanqiao's strength is not considered strong.

But being able to face the trouble-making sects so strongly without changing his face.

It did not disgrace Wudang's reputation!

And the originally festive and lively atmosphere.

Following these words, it also became tense.

By this time, whether it was the rogue cultivators or the other sects who were still unaware.

How could they not see that this was an organized and planned trouble-making!

However, they didn't rush to help.

Instead, they chose to wait silently for the follow-up.

Suddenly!

A cold snort suddenly rang out in the void.

"Hmph! A mere ant of the Grandmaster Realm, daring to boast like this!"

In just an instant.

Everyone present felt dizzy.

Their hearts were shocked, and they guarded against the enemy as if facing a great foe.

And as the one bearing the brunt, Song Yuanqiao.

Gave a muffled groan, his figure swaying slightly.

Ignoring the horror in his heart, he forcibly swallowed the blood that had reached his mouth.

He cupped his hands toward the void from afar.

"I don't know which senior expert has arrived; please show yourself."

"As you wish!"

As soon as the voice rang out.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Then.

A monk wearing a cassock and a gourd hanging from his waist appeared out of thin air not far in front of Abbot Kong Wen.

Seeing this situation.

Everyone's pupils shrank, and their hearts were horrified!

Although this monk looked sloppy.

But just by this hand, no one dared to underestimate him!!

031-Shaolin Doujiu Monk, Four Land Deities! (Seeking flowers, seeking tips)

Sensing the movement.

The Wudang Seven Elders, including Mu Daoren.

Rushed out of the Zixiao Hall in a hurry.

The dissatisfaction and coldness on their faces were not concealed at all.

Looking at Song Yuanqiao again.

After frowning and thinking hard for a while.

He still couldn't remember the monk's name, so he cupped his hands and asked.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

"Name? This seat has long forgotten it; just because I love to drink, I have been called the Doujiu Monk ever since."

Glancing at the Wudang Seven Elders indifferently.

The Doujiu Monk replied coldly.

Although the Wudang Seven Elders were each an existence of the Peerless Realm.

Especially the leader, Mu Daoren, who was at the peak of the Peerless Realm.

But he still didn't put them in his eyes.

Because.

The combat power of the Peerless Realm and the Land Deity Realm are simply not on the same level!

Even if there is only a difference of one realm between the two.

But it can be said.

Even if a hundred Peerless masters came out together, they could not do anything to a Land Deity.

The Twelve Realms of Martial Arts.

The further back the cultivation, the greater the gap!

This is not just talk.

Among them, the Peerless Realm is just slowly converting true energy into true essence and understanding momentum.

And the Land Deity Realm, the most basic is to convert all true energy into true essence and understand the domain.

Once the domain is opened, one is the master of this world, like an immortal or a god!

Unless it is the same combat power or higher combat power.

Otherwise.

As long as the domain is unfolded, one is invincible below the Land Deity!

"Doujiu Monk?"

Song Yuanqiao frowned and muttered.

Then, as if thinking of something, he was suddenly enlightened.

"Could it be that you are the Doujiu Divine Monk who once wanted to compete with the 'Nine Yin Manual' and created the 'Nine Yang Manual'?!"

What?

The creator of the "Nine Yang Manual"?!!