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Three days ago, Liu Hang returned to the foot of the Wudang cliff with the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, and applied the Black Jade Ointment on Fireworker Guo to help him recover.

With the internal strength of Huogong Toutuo's decades-old Nine Yang Divine Art, combined with the healing holy medicine Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, within three days, most of Huogong Toutuo's injuries have healed.

"Senior, where are you going next? I advise you not to look for Zhang Sanfeng."

Liu Hang was only persuading, and after finding black jade intermittent ointment to heal Huo Gong Toutuo's injury, he promised Huo Gong Toutuo that he had paid off everything.

Next, whether Huogong Toutuo wanted to stay away from Zhongtu, or went to Zhang Sanfeng to die, had nothing to do with Liu Hang.

"Hahaha, you have already defeated Zhang Sanfeng's apprentice, even if I win Zhang Sanfeng!" Fireworker Toutuo also had an open mind.

Holding grudges for more than ten years, forgetting as soon as you say, Huogong Toutuo is crazy, but getting it is easy.

"As you like!"

Liu Hang turned around, sat on the small wooden stool he brought, and took out the handwritten copy of Qian Kun Da Nuo.

He is too lazy to care about the outside world. He is not interested in being the emperor. What about being the leader of Mingjiao? He has abolished the internal power of the white-browed eagle king's grandson on the Mingjiao territory, and the two sides have already become enemies.

After thinking about it, I still practice martial arts at the bottom of the cliff to be clean.

Seeing Liu Hang sitting on the side, Fireman Toutuo came in front of Liu Hang and looked at the secret books on the table, Liu Hang didn't hide it, just let him read.

He doesn't have that kind of thought, it's just the so-called top martial arts, as long as he can learn it himself, it doesn't matter to him whether others learn it or not.

"There are such exquisite martial arts." Huogong Toutuo was surprised.

"You can read Persian?"

Unlike Zhang Wuji, Liu Hang sent Xiao Zhao at the beginning. He didn't understand Persian, so he had to wait until he returned to the real world to find a way to translate.

People in this world know martial arts, and a basic swordsmanship is something that is cherished by the broom, lest it be learned by others, everyone is only for themselves, Liu Hang came to the door with a peerless martial arts, it's fine if he learns martial arts by stealing, it's more likely Being tricked by others, like Ouyang Feng, he practiced the Nine Yin Manual.

"I understand, of course I understand"

"Then let's see how to practice this martial arts." Liu Hang picked up the paper and handed it to Huo Gong Toutuo.

"Exquisite, hahahaha!"

After Huogong Toutuo read one page after another, he let go of his hands and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Liu Hang was not in a hurry, and waited quietly. He knew that Fireworker Toutuo understood the great shift of the universe and was practicing it. Those who have achieved great Nine Suns skills have deep inner strength and can learn it in half a day.

I am afraid that there is no one in this world with deeper inner strength than Huogong Toutuo.

……

"Master, the master of Shaolin Temple is here!"

"Please!"

Zhang Sanfeng was sitting in the main hall, and saw a little monk with a ring scar on his head trotting in, kneeling on the ground with a "dong" on his knees: "Master Zhang, please save Shaolin!"

"What's going on?" Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect such a situation, and immediately stood up and walked towards the little monk.

"Yuan Bing, Yuan Bing slaughtered Shaolin Temple, the abbot and the others were also taken away, I escaped by luck..."

Zhang Sanfeng had already walked in front of the young monk, and was about to reach out to help him.

See you in the picture!

His eyes flashed fiercely, and the knife in his sleeve pierced Zhang Sanfeng!

But these small tricks are nothing in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, besides, he is still some distance away from the little monk, a burst of internal force in his body made the little monk lean back, and at the same time grabbed his wrist with one hand: "Yuan asked you to come? "

The little monk's eyes widened, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He had already committed suicide by taking poison!

"Dead Man" Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered.

"I don't know what happened to Shaolin Temple." Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "I don't know what happened to Yuanqiao and the others."

"Master!"

Song Qingshu rushed in anxiously, knelt down in front of Zhang Sanfeng, and hugged Zhang Sanfeng.

"Qingshu, what happened?"

"My father and the others were captured by Yuan soldiers, as well as the masters of the other five factions, all of them were captured!"

"What!" Zhang Sanfeng's heart skipped a beat, suddenly a sharp pain hit him, Zhang Sanfeng looked down, there was a knife stuck in his stomach.

"You Qingshu!"

Song Qingshu fled away, seeing that the Wudang disciples who surrounded him were not afraid, but laughed: "Master, your martial arts are world-class, but you only want to practice in seclusion. Why don't you serve the court? Now that I am a member of the court, I don't even know what I said just now." Lie to you, all martial arts schools are finished, and Wudang is the last one!"

"Catch him!" Zhang Sanfeng didn't dare to draw the knife, for fear of bleeding too much, so he could only bear the pain of cutting his intestines with the knife.

"The court soldiers and horses are coming, Master, even if your martial arts are world-class, how many court cavalry can you resist?" Song Qingshu laughed.

Soon all Wudang disciples rushed up and grabbed Song Qingshu.

After Zhang Sanfeng was ready, he pulled out the knife on his abdomen and bandaged the wound.

It was Zhang Sanfeng who was seriously injured, and his expression changed drastically.

"Shigong!" Another person called out to Shigong from outside.

"Wuji?" Zhang Sanfeng stood up happily, this action involved the injury on his body, and he twisted his face in pain.

Along with Zhang Wuji, there are Wudang Five Heroes, they are exhausted but full of energy.

"Wuji, are you still alive?"

"Master...it's a long story." Zhang Wuji hesitated to speak, but there was aggrieved expression on his face.

After Zhang Wuji told about his experience, Song Yuanqiao had already left with a sullen face. He didn't expect that his son would dare to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors and sneak attack Zhang Sanfeng!

"Hahaha, it's just that the Nine Suns Divine Art is gone, and the cold poison in your body has disappeared." Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said, "Master taught you Taijiquan!"

"Tai Chi?"

"This is the magical skill created by me in retreat, it can be used in four or two ways!"

"Can Taijiquan beat Feijian?" Zhang Wuji looked forward to Zhang Sanfeng.

"I am confident that Tai Chi is the strongest martial art in the world!"

"Ask Master to teach me!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes sparkled with flames of revenge, Liu Hang abolished his martial arts, and he wanted to become miraculous again, to take revenge!

Chapter 38 Gathering at Wudang Mountain

two days,

Yuan soldiers besieged Wudang faction, but they did not go up the mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng took the opportunity to recuperate from his injuries and instructed Zhang Wuji to practice Taijiquan. Although Zhang Wuji had no internal strength, everything could be practiced again. Moreover, Zhang Wuji had the foundation of the Great Shift of the Universe. ordinary people can compare.

this day,

Zhang Wuji was practicing Taijiquan in front of the main hall. He had mastered seven or eight eighths of Taijiquan techniques, but he didn't have internal strength, so he didn't have much fighting power, and he seemed to be slow.

After a set of punches, Zhang Wuji felt that the internal strength in his body had increased a little. Zhang Wuji wiped off his sweat and smiled. In another three years, he would be able to return to the level at that time, and even stronger. Toutuo Napan, with the nine-fold nine-yang magic skill, forcibly taught it.

Suddenly a group of people came down the mountain, and the leader was a woman.

"Mother?" Seeing that face, Zhang Wuji thought of his mother who died in front of him.

But then he saw the second elder Xuanming, Cheng Kun, and a large number of yuan soldiers standing beside the woman.

"Mother? Zhang Shaoxia is really not ashamed!"

Zhao Min flicked the folding fan in his hand: "I'm Zhao Min, dare I ask if Master Zhang is on the mountain?"

Although Zhang Wuji was a little moved by the woman who only saw one side, after so many things, he was no longer as superficial as before, so he quickly walked into the hall to look for Zhang Sanfeng.

Soon, Zhang Sanfeng, the Five Heroes of Wudang, and Song Qingshu who was suppressed all came out.

The two sides confronted.

"Princess, are you here to save me?" Song Qingshu shouted happily when he saw Zhao Min.

"Did you hurt Zhang Zhenren?" Zhao Min asked.

"Yes, it's me! Princess!"

"Unfilial son!" Song Yuanqiao slapped Song Qingshu's face with his internal strength, and Song Qingshu's two teeth were immediately blown away.

"Father, why are you obsessed with obsession?" Song Qingshu looked at his father resentfully.

"you!"

Zhao Min clapped his hands "slapped", and his face turned cold under Song Qingshu's delighted eyes: "Being unjust and unfilial, why should I save you? You are worse than a dog!"

"you!"

It's just that no one paid any attention to Song Qingshu's expression at this time.

"Really Zhang, you have been seriously injured, I think..."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "If you have any tricks, just use them!"

"I admire Zhang Zhenren as a senior, the second elder of Xuanming!" Zhao Min waved his hand: "Let's go."

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was seriously injured, Xuanming and Elders still did not dare to take it lightly, they walked towards Zhang Sanfeng slowly.

"Master!"

Zhang Wuji wanted to help, but he knew that if his internal strength was still there, it would be nothing. Now that his martial arts were abolished, the two elders, Xuan Ming, could kill him with one move.

"Wuji, go hide behind"

Zhang Sanfeng raised his Tai Chi fist, endured the pain and looked at the two elders Xuanming.

"Xuanming Divine Palm!"

"Tai Chi!"

The Xuanming elders are afraid of Zhang Sanfeng. Although the tiger is injured, the tiger's might still exists!

Therefore, as soon as he got close, he used his whole body's strength, and a gust of frost and strong wind blew in the palm of his hand, which made Zhang Wuji and others back away again and again.

Zhang Sanfeng pulled his hands together, pulled them away, and tried to push away the power of Xuanming Divine Palm with four or two strokes of a thousand catties, but Zhang Sanfeng's injury was not healed, and when he moved at this moment, the wound on his abdomen split open, and his clothes were soaked in blood.

Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng!

The elders Xuanming took five steps back before stopping, while Zhang Sanfeng only took half a step back.

"As expected of Master Zhang!" Zhao Min's eyes lit up.

"Hmph!" Zhang Sanfeng knew the pain, so he could only snort coldly, gritted his teeth and held on.

"His old injury has recurred, come on!" Xuan Ming and the Elders don't respect the old and love the young, so they seized the rare opportunity of Zhang Sanfeng's injury, so they naturally made a strong attack.

The Five Heroes of Wudang tried to help, but Zhang Sanfeng shouted back. He knew that Zhao Min wanted to see him fight with the elders of Xuanming. If the Five Heroes of Wudang entered the arena, then the group of Yuan soldiers with crossbows behind Zhao Min would also do the same. !

When Zhang Sanfeng was entangled with the two elders Xuanming, Yiyuan Bing came to Zhao Min and whispered: "I haven't found a way to go down the cliff."

"Can't you carry the ladder down?" Zhao Min was anxious.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Rampant laughter came.

A scorching internal force roared and hit the two elders Xuanming, their faces changed greatly: "Nine Suns Divine Art!"

They were forced to retreat, and Zhang Sanfeng was also forced to retreat a step and a half by internal force.

"Huogong Toutuo!" Zhang Sanfeng looked at the person who appeared, his face changed slightly.

"Zhang Sanfeng, I didn't expect you to be so bad after more than ten years!" Fireworker Toutuo glanced at the two elders, Xuan Ming and the two kept backing away until they reached Zhao Min's side.

Huogong Toutuo has practiced the Nine Suns Divine Art for decades, and his inner strength is extremely deep. He is the natural enemy of the two of them!

Zhang Sanfeng blew his beard: "You bald donkey, you dare to abolish the martial arts of my disciple and grandson, see if I don't punish you today!"

"Zhang Wuji!" Fireworker Toutuo saw Zhang Wuji, and his eyes were full of fierceness: "That kid is so kind-hearted, I didn't know that since he had a grudge, he would kill him all!"

Hearing the meaning of Huogong Toutuo's words, Zhang Sanfeng immediately stopped Zhang Wuji and looked at Huogong Toutuo vigilantly. At this moment, he dared not say that he could stop Huogong Toutuo.

"But forget it, Zhang Sanfeng, your grandson, you will not be able to catch up with my apprentice in another 100 years, hahaha!" Fireworker Toutuo finally overwhelmed Zhang Sanfeng, and said happily, "You will never be able to catch up with me in the next life!"

"Dare to ask, but senior Huogong Toutuo?" Zhao Min asked loudly.