"Evil fellow! Why don't you stab this thief with your sword immediately!?"

Master Miejie shouted fiercely, like a heavy hammer hitting Zhou Zhiruo's heart, making his heart beat like a heavy bell.

Zhou Zhiruo's pretty and graceful face was immediately bloodless, and she looked at Zhang Wuji with a pitiful look.

Seeing that the other party was finally willing to recognize her, she was really happy and stupidly regarded the other party's previous denial of her as a way of protecting herself, just like when he did not hesitate to save her.

However, at this moment when she took the initiative to stand up, there was really no turning back. The master's harsh words seemed to push her to the edge of the cliff.

The sword in his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were trembling and focused on Zhang Wuji. His hesitant look made me feel pity for him. Song Qingshu, who was lying on the ground, was filled with the flames of crazy jealousy. Zhou Zhiruo also had a feeling in his heart.

The great courage to disobey the teacher's orders was born.

"Evildoer!! Quick stab!"

Master Miejie's sharp screams sounded like an alarm bell again, completely knocking away the last trace of courage in Zhou Zhiruo's heart.

"It's hard to disobey a teacher's orders!"

Zhou Zhiruo shed tears and gritted her teeth. She screamed and rushed forward. With her eyes closed, she stabbed Zhang Wuji's chest at random with her sword.

"Good disciple!"

Master Miejie stared at the sword light pierced by Zhou Zhiruo with joy. When he saw Zhang Wuji's green face, which suddenly turned from joy to disappointment when meeting his old friend for the first time, he felt a burst of joy and relaxation in his heart.

Song Qingshu, who was lying on the ground, had even more surprise and joy in his eyes, and he was almost applauding crazily in his heart. He wished that Zhou Zhiruo would stab Zhang Wuji directly in the heart, causing the person who had caused him embarrassment to die on the spot, which would even make Zhou Zhiruo heartbroken.

When he is sad and mourning, he can find the right opportunity to comfort him.

At this moment, among the people present, no one knew that the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old Qing Shu, who was lying on the ground at this moment, had so many evil thoughts.

Everyone watched as the cold sword light in the girl's hand stabbed her chest. Zhang Wuji, who had been so powerful just now, was now unable to move as if he had been hit by a immobilization spell. He watched the sword light coming with a look of shock and disappointment!

"careful!"

Song Yuanqiao and other Wudang heroes were all shocked and reminded.

Zhang Sanfeng even sighed softly before taking action to rescue him.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji couldn't hide his disappointed look, and his mind was filled with the words of his mother and master.

"My child, when you grow up, beware of women lying to you. The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie."

"As my disciple, you must remember not to be deceived by mere female sex. You must know that there is no woman in your heart. When you practice martial arts, you will be a god of nature. Under strong fists, all living beings are equal, and you must convince others with reason!"

Keng!!

A loud roar of gold and iron suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at Zhang Wuji in astonishment as his whole body was suddenly covered with dazzling golden light.

Zhou Zhiruo's stabbing sword landed on Zhang Wuji's chest, and it curved in a thrilling arc. It could barely pierce Zhang Wuji's clothes, but it did not pierce Zhang Wuji's body at all.

Everyone looked at Zhang Wuji, whose face, eyebrows, hair and even eyes were all glowing golden. Their minds were buzzing. Only a few people seemed to have guessed it, and their expressions became solemn and serious.

The indestructible magical power of Vajra!

Nowadays, in the entire world, only the leader of Heifeng Village and his brother Xiao Feng know the indestructible power of the Vajra.

Now that this magical skill has appeared on Wuji in front of him, one can imagine what its meaning is.

When everyone was shocked, Zhang Wuji shouted angrily and took action.

"My master is right, there is no woman in my heart. When you practice martial arts, you will be a natural god. Under strong fists, all living beings are equal!"

He made a move with anger, stepped forward to raise his energy, and his muscles and bones pushed forward step by step, letting out the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar. When he raised his hand, it was like an ox's tongue and the grass flew away from Zhou Zhiruo's long sword.

The fierce iron fist emitting golden light was thrust forward fiercely, and with Song Qingshu's heartbroken look on his face as he shouted, he punched Zhou Zhiruo in the chest!

"roll!!"

Zhou Zhiruo was caught off guard and had time to raise her arm to protect her. With a click, her arm was hit by the fist with such force that it hit her chest hard. The strong energy penetrated her body. Her chest felt like it was struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, like a kite with its string cut off.

Just throw it away.

Keng!!

Zhang Wuji took a step forward, pointed at Zhou Zhiruo with blazing eyes, and said, "I saved you out of kindness that day, in exchange for a sword in your chest today! You decent people from famous families keep saying that you want to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. Is this how you eliminate demons and defend the Tao?"

After saying this, he suddenly wanted to pursue the people in Emei like tigers and sheep. The Shaolin Xuanji whispered the Buddha's name, and suddenly picked up flowers under the sleeves of his cassock and flicked them three times in a row.

Zhang Wuji felt a shiver in his heart, and he immediately turned sideways and only had time to avoid one. The next moment, "Cang!! Cang!" two explosions were heard, and he was hit with two fingers.

His energy and blood surged with shock, and his figure swayed slightly, but he suddenly stepped forward, stepped on the floor tiles with a click, and stood on the spot with his level 3 hegemonic body, looking at Monk Xuanji with a cold look.

"Amitabha! If you have to be merciful, please be merciful. Little donor Zhang is so aggressive and ruthless in every move. He looks very much like a person! I really don't want to see the son of the former Zhang Wuxia being so deeply involved with that person."

Xuanji, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, recited the Buddha's name, twirled the Buddha beads with one hand, and fixed his gaze intently on Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji quickly regained his energy and blood with the Nine-Yang Divine Art, and snorted coldly, "Monk, you want to say that my master is brave enough to call me by his name. My master said that there are indeed some eminent monks among the Shaolin monks who he admires, but there are more

She is a person who is seeking fame and reputation. It seems to be true. Just now when this Emei disciple stabbed me with a sword in revenge for her kindness, why didn't you say she was ruthless?"

"I......"

Zhou Zhiruo was lying on the ground with blood flowing out of her mouth. She was also filled with regret and melancholy in her heart. The difficulty of disobeying her teacher's orders and the regret that stabbed Zhang Wuji, as well as Zhang Wuji's coldness at this moment. These three emotions were like heavy tides hitting his soul, making him

She almost couldn't stand to stay any longer.

"You little brat, sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued! Stubborn and stubborn!"

At this time, another cold snort suddenly came, and the old woman Tang in the Tangmen area suddenly raised her palm, focused her inner strength on it, and looked into the sky and patted her hand.

Suddenly, three soft sounds of "dial, dial, dial" erupted.

In a mist of light smoke, three palm-shaped lights and shadows rushed straight towards Zhang Wuji, and the chilling air immediately hit him.

Zhang Wuji didn't move a step, and was about to use the Nine Sun Magic Technique in conjunction with the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique. Zhang Sanfeng's tall figure suddenly appeared, casually waving his sleeves and robes, winding the silk in an arc, energy flowing through his body, and good luck in all directions, easily breaking through the old woman Tang's body.

Photography skills.

"Zhenren Zhang!"

The Seven Kunlun Sons each stood up, stared at Zhang Sanfeng with bright eyes, clasped their fists, and said respectfully, "Since Zhang Wuji is the disciple of the leader of Black Wind Village, even if he is the son of Zhang Cuishan, I beg Master Zhang not to show favoritism.

Today we are launching the Black Slaughter Conference to deal with the Black Wind Village Master, and now that his disciple has appeared, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us to deal with the Black Wind Village Master!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone present from all sects flickered, and their eyes fell on Zhang Wuji, their thoughts active.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Wuji imitated his master's heroic style and laughed, glared at the Seven Kunlun Sons and retorted, "It seems that you want to arrest me, Zhang Wuji, and use me to blackmail my master? Sure enough, all of you so-called senior masters,

The means are nothing more than this."

"Wuji!"

Zhang Sanfeng spoke out to stop Zhang Wuji from continuing his rampage. Wuji spoke without restraint. With a solemn face, he clasped his fists humbly and politely to many of his martial arts comrades, "Dear masters and comrades in the martial arts world, I, a child of Wuji, grew up on an island, far away from life in China.

Therefore, in terms of etiquette, there are indeed some deficiencies, but judging from his willingness to lend a helping hand to rescue the Emei disciples, he is also very chivalrous in the ancient way. Please don't make generalizations to embarrass me, a Wuji boy."

Everyone was a little timid after seeing Zhang Sanfeng's unlucky end. Seeing him making such a request now, they couldn't help but hesitate.

After all, Zhang Sanfeng's strength surpassed everyone present. Even among the princes, there were probably only a few hidden old monsters in the Shenwu Kingdom who could rival him.

If he wanted to protect Zhang Wuji, there was really nothing anyone could do. They could still argue with each other at this time because they knew that this veteran had a kind temper.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Liao Kong of the Jing Nian Zen Sect, who had never spoken, suddenly announced the name of the Buddha, which shocked everyone. Master Liao Kong actually spoke with a golden mouth?

Everyone couldn't help but look at this eminent monk who was dressed in yellow inner robes and brown jacket, and looked as aloof as standing out from the crowd.

Gein knew that Monk Kong had practiced closed-mouth meditation for more than thirty years and had never touched or spoken to anyone.

But his status is extremely high. If it hadn't been for Cihang Jingzhai, he would not have left the mountain and come to Wudang.

At this moment, Liao Kong was silent and silent, obviously extremely dissatisfied with Zhang Sanfeng's attitude.

After attracting everyone's attention, he made a seal with his free hand, stared at Zhang Sanfeng with gentle eyes, and said hoarsely.

“If small evils are not eradicated, big evils will be difficult to eradicate.

Master Zhang is not willing to go down the mountain personally to seek justice for Cihang Jingzhai, our former martial arts comrade and righteous leader, but now he is doing everything possible to protect this evil person who almost destroyed Cihang Jingzhai. Due to emotion and reason, Master Zhang

This move is inconsistent with the spirit of chivalry and justice, and it is unworthy of the respect and support given to you by many martial arts comrades in the world.

If the trend of this move increases, Wudang's century-old chivalry will be destroyed."

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on Zhang Sanfeng, and the expressions of the Wudang heroes could not help but change. Their eyes anxiously and tangledly looked back and forth between Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji.

Originally, with the cultivation and demeanor of the eminent monk Lokong Detao, whether it was the degree of friendship between Jing Nian Zen Sect and Wudang or the magnanimity and magnanimity, he would not be so aggressive. However, the so-called Buddha also has the wrath of a vajra.

After learning that the sect's protector Buwei had died, Ling Kongye, an eminent monk, was also going to transform into an angry-eyed King Kong. At this time, he knew that Zhang Wuji was Jiang Dali's disciple, so he didn't take it directly because he was concerned about Zhang Sanfeng's existence, but he wanted to

It is really difficult for him to completely let go.

Zhang Wuji's face turned red, and he was about to stand up with an angry shout, when a gentle breeze rushed into his acupuncture points like spring rain, filling his acupuncture points and meridians like cotton, even the blazing and masculine Nine Yang Qi.

Unable to move around smoothly, he stood frozen in place.

I saw Zhang Sanfeng striding out with his silver beard fluttering, blocking him in front of Zhang Wuji. Although his expression was calm, his attitude was firm, and his tone was gentle and gentle, holding his fists and saying, "The combination of Cuishan and Yin Susu in the past is an old Taoist."

Because of the discipline, it resulted in bitter consequences, causing the two of them to live abroad and have a home without being able to return.
To be continued...