The bright sunshine is warm but not dazzling. At this time, it often makes people feel drowsy, but at this moment, there is a faint sense of coldness and murderous aura on Wudang Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, eight burly men stood on the left and right of the mountain road like rocks. Eight pairs of bright eyes flashed with heart-wrenching light. However, no matter how you look at it, it is difficult to feel the Taoist tranquility and inaction from these eight men. Instead, the blood-devil aura faintly revealed from them. The eight burly men in front of them looked more like military people.

Master, didn’t Zhang Wuji come first? This is wrong? At the foot of the mountain, the sudden group of people aroused the vigilance of eight big men. One of them was wearing a green robe and a slightly vulgar middle-aged man approached the lead, a young man in white clothes, and said something sneakily.

Stop seeing this group of people, the eight men guarding the mountain looked stern. One man took a step forward and stared at the young man in the leader with a cold face, but could not hide the indifferentness in his bones. It was a kind of indifference to life. People with this temperament were often the ones who killed people. The man stared at the other party coldly and said in a deep voice in broken Chinese: Mingjiao, the idle people are waiting to leave.

What puzzled the man was that when he heard himself telling his home, the people in front of him did not avoid it like ordinary people in the world. Instead, they smiled on their faces, and that kind of smile seemed to be mocking themselves. This feeling made him very angry, but it did not immediately occur. He could feel that each of the people in front of him had a dangerous aura, which made him dare not act rashly.

The young man dressed as a young man in Ming Cult first whispered softly, as if he was chewing on the weight of these two words, but that feeling made the eight men feel strange.

As for the strangeness, the eight people couldn't say it. In short, it was a very awkward feeling. There was no imagined fear or compulsive calmness. Instead, it was very casual. Not bad, just casual.

With the power of the Ming Cult in the world now, they really couldn't imagine that besides their masters, there was anyone who could face the huge Ming Cult with this casual attitude.

Drink, the one who spoke with a big background was a middle-aged man standing on the left side of the young man. Although he was already middle-aged, the traces left by time did not reduce his charm. In his slightly melancholy eyes, there was a faint sense of domineering aura. This contradictory combination of temperament made the middle-aged man have a temperament that women could not refuse.

Who is close to you? It seems that you can't bear the eyes of these people as if they look at monkeys. The strong man in the head has already had a hint of anger, but it was forcibly suppressed by the other party.

The well-trained young man in the head seemed to nodded in praise and said: It seems that there is no need to spread it.

Listening to the young master's words, the eight great men faintly felt something was wrong, especially among the group. The woman wearing a sword on her waist and carrying a steel knife on her back, when the young master's words fell and quickly walked to the side of the young master, an extremely dangerous feeling rose in the hearts of the eight people at the same time.

clang ~

Before the eight strong men could make any moves, the steel knife behind the woman who looked more like a maid suddenly jumped out of the knife box without warning. The sunlight shone on the bright blade, causing the eight people to feel like they wanted to close their eyes at the same time. Something seemed to move at the corner of their eyes. When they looked closely, there was nothing. When their eyes returned to the origin, they saw the knife still lying quietly in the knife box behind the woman, as if the metal clanging sound had been an illusion.

However, the eight strong men who were originally facing a great enemy did not move at this moment, or it seemed to be frozen, allowing the young man in white and a group of people to walk past them until the cold scholar dressed in the last scholar walked past them, the eight people suddenly bulged their eyes, covered their necks with their hands tightly, and looked at the young man in white and his group. The bosses with their mouths opened, but could only make strange hoho sounds.

The bright red blood was ultimately unable to be completely blocked by both hands, and it kept gushing out from the fingers, with a dazzling bright red, which also took away the last trace of vitality of the eight people.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang~ The burly and majestic body kept falling to the ground, as if a music of death played for the group to see off. The figures of the group quickly disappeared on the mountain road, leaving only eight corpses that lost their vitality, and still retained the pain of their lives, looking at the sky in despair.

Wudang Mountain, Tai Chi Hall.

Zhao Min took advantage of the identity of the leader of the Ming Cult and Zhang Sanfeng to continue to use his power to suppress others, and used the safety of Song Yuanqiao and others and the survival of Wudang to force Zhang Sanfeng to make a choice. However, Zhang Sanfeng was stubborn and hateful. Although he was seriously injured, he still did not make any progress. After a confrontation, he did not get any advantage. Instead, the rhythm was vaguely controlled by this hundred-year-old immortal Taoist priest, which made Zhao Min feel bored.

Zhao Min's patience was gradually worn out, so she simply tried to find a dagger. She waved her hand and said with a smile: Since Zhenren Zhang is so stubborn, let's not talk about it for now, so I'll ask Zhenren Zhang to go with us. As she finished speaking, a figure suddenly shaking behind her, and four warriors instantly surrounded Zhang Sanfeng.

The disciples of Wudang drew their swords in their hands, protected Zhang Sanfeng, and glared at the Mongolian warriors behind Zhao Min.

The leader of the Ming Cult, Li Xuan, had met Zhang Zhenren. Just as both sides were tense and hiding in the crowd, Zhang Wuji, who pretended to be a Taoist boy in Yu Daiyan, was ready to take action at any time, a faint voice suddenly rang out in the Tai Chi Hall. The sound was not high, but it was extremely clear, so that everyone in the Tai Chi Hall could hear it.

As the words fell, a tall figure appeared in the Tai Chi Hall and walked towards Zhang Sanfeng.

At this moment, the Tai Chi Hall was almost full of masters brought by Zhao Min. There were at least ten Mongolian masters between Li Xuan and Zhang Sanfeng. However, although Li Xuan's pace was unhappy, he was always moving forward with a constant frequency. A faint force of force made the masters in front of him unconsciously make the road. When he realized that he wanted to block the other party's way again, the other party had already passed him and could not catch up with him.

The domineering pace and intimidating power, from the moment he appeared, Li Xuan seemed to be the focus of the entire Tai Chi Hall, and the surrounding Mongolian masters seemed to have instantly become the foil of the other party.

It was you, Zhao Min, who looked at Li Xuan who was slowly walking by her in surprise, with a strange light flashing in her eyes, and she hummed softly.

Oh, I knew me, Li Xuan turned around and glanced at Zhao Min's chest that was obviously modified but could not be completely covered by any means. He said indifferently.

I, Zhao Min, spread the folding fan in my hand and was about to speak, but after seeing that the other party's eyes were just staying on him for a moment, he left without any nostalgia, and even his speed was consistent. It felt like a prince was inspecting his subjects, and the more lustful he played, it was like a passerby kneeling on both sides of the street, and he could not let the prince's eyes stay on him for a moment.

As the proud daughter of heaven and the number one beauty in Great Mongolia, although Zhao Min doesn't care much about this title on weekdays, because she is used to the stars and the hustle and bustle, she will also be used to the gaze of attention that others are paying attention to, but when it is really ignored, the feeling is not wonderful. There are a few women who can really not care about the eyes of others. It is precisely because of this indifference that Zhao Min's mentality that has always been firm and concealed has a flaw. Of course, this flaw cannot last.

He came uninvited, and hoped that Zhenren Zhang would be in a hurry. He came straight to Zhang Sanfeng, Li Xuan bowed slightly, and a smile appeared on his indifferent face. He did not have the coldness he had before, even strangers could feel the sincerity contained in his eyes.

The old Taoist was a little confused. Zhang Sanfeng held his forehead with one hand, looked at Li Xuan, then looked at Zhao Min, and smiled: The girl had also called herself the leader of the Ming Cult before, but now the young man said that he was Li Xuan, who was true and who was false, and he had no way to judge.

Zhenren Zhang had a conclusion in his heart, so why should he ask Li Xuan knowingly the question of what he saw when he looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile on his face: There may be many people in the world called Li Xuan, but there is only one leader of the Ming Cult, and he will definitely not be a woman.

Humph Zhao Min saw the arrival of the Lord, so she stopped pretending and looked at Li Xuan with a sneer: Master Li, you don’t think that you can keep the whole family of Wudang Mountain with just one person.

There is something, you are afraid that you have made a mistake. Li Xuan's eyes finally fell on Zhao Min, but what made Zhao Min Wuming angry was that he had a smiling face to meet others just now. When he looked at him, he became as cold as a frost. It was said that women change their faces quickly, but this was the first time that Zhao Min had learned that a man's face change speed was even better than that of a woman.

OK, let's talk about it. Zhao Min closed the folding fan with a snap, making her look as if she was so gentle.
Chapter completed!