Everyone guessed.
The final conclusion was that this youth was undoubtedly the little devil of the evil sect.
Many people started whispering.
"Is the WuTang Sect really going to make an enemy of the entire martial arts world?”
"Hmph, do they really think they can cover the sky with one hand?”
"They're really close brothers, protecting Zhang Cuishan's son like this. Yet, he did not care about the lives of others.”
"How can the WuTang Sect be worthy of the word 'chivalry'?”
The Seven Heroes of Wudang pretended not to hear him and walked into the hall.
The hall was filled with famous sects.
Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, Wudang, and Huashan were the five sects with the most people. They had as many experts as clouds.
"Greetings, sect masters and fellow martial artists.”
Everyone stood up and returned the greeting.
"Everyone, there's no need to be so polite. Let's start the banquet now."”
Zhang Wuji swept his gaze over the sect leaders of the five great sects. They indeed had extraordinary bearing.
However, compared to the Wudang Seven Heroes, they were still far inferior.
Most of the sect leaders and gang leaders had self-respect and did not carry any weapons.
However, many of the disciples had bulging waists, clearly hiding weapons.
The disciples of Shaolin and Emei were all empty-handed.
These two sects were from the Buddhist Sect and were considered magnanimous.
However, most of the gifts they gave were birthday peaches and noodles that they bought from the town at the foot of the mountain.
Not only did it not match Zhang Sanfeng's status as a martial arts grandmaster, but it also did not match his status.
It also didn't match the bearing of the sect leaders of the various sects.
Only Emei Sect's gifts were truly valuable.
There was also a red brocade Daoist robe with a hundred different "longevity" characters embroidered with gold thread. It took a lot of effort.
Emei Sect had always been on good terms with Wudang Sect, so they were here to offer their blessings sincerely.
Zhang Wuji had seen everything in his heart and had already made many plans in his heart.
If these people dared to be impudent, then they would meet with their lives.
What surprised Zhang Wuji was that there was someone familiar in Emei Sect.?
It was Zhou Zhiruo, who had left without saying goodbye.
This was also fate. Zhou Zhiruo went down the mountain and walked for a few days before she met the group from Emei.
Priestess Annihilation saw that Zhiruo was alone, and she was also a young girl with a pleasant aura.
He knew that Zhou Zhiruo's parents had been killed by Yuan Dynasty soldiers, so he took her in as his disciple.
Zhou Zhiruo was smart, so she didn't reveal anything about her time in Wudang Sect.
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo also saw Zhang Wuji. However, when she saw that Zhang Wuji's gaze swept past her, it did not stop on her. Instead, she felt a little disappointed.
Fearless felt strange but it was as though he didn't know who he was.
On second thought, Fearless must be thinking about me and not acknowledging me.
Ding Minjun was standing beside Zhou Zhiruo.
Although Ding Minjun wasn't a beauty, she was quite good-looking and had a handsome face.
Unfortunately, she was a sharp-tongued person.
Ding Minjun secretly noticed Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo's gazes.
He thought to himself, Could it be that Little Junior Sister has something to do with this little demon?
It was fine if Little Junior Sister was obedient in the future. Otherwise, she would definitely use this matter to embarrass her.
Song Yuanqiao and the others also entered the banquet and toasted, chatting casually.
At noon, all the guests finished their meal and Daoist Firesmanship cleaned up the dishes.
Song Yuanqiao said," Seniors and friends, today is my master's 100th birthday. We are honored to receive your grace. Our sect is grateful for your favor. Our Wudang Sect has already sent out invitations to heroes to get drunk at Yellow Crane Tower. We will make up for our disrespect today. However, if someone causes trouble today, then don't blame us for disregarding the morals of the martial world.”
Song Yuanqiao said firmly, making his words clear.
Everyone looked at each other and froze.
They had originally agreed to go up the mountain together and not hesitate to fight.
Not only did he have to take down Zhang Cuishan's family of three, but he also had to ask for Xie Xun's whereabouts.
But after Song Yuanqiao asked this question, his aura weakened instead.
If these thousands of people swarmed up, they could just start killing.
However, no one was willing to make the first move.
If Wudang Sect held a grudge against him, he would not be able to reap any benefits in the future.
Song Yuanqiao swept his gaze across the crowd.
"Since everyone is sincerely wishing you a happy birthday, we have finished our banquet. Let's part on good terms. I'll send everyone down the mountain.”
However, everyone did not move. Their goal had not been achieved, so how could they leave?
The gazes of the various sects finally landed on the five great sects.
Emei Sect and Wudang Sect had a close relationship, so Mistress Annihilation was calm and composed. She did not even look sideways.?
No matter how many gazes you swept over them, they didn't care.
"Everyone, please…" Song Yuanqiao extended his hand.
"Amitabha…"
It was Shaolin Temple's Sect Master Kong Wen who spoke. His voice was loud and resounding, shaking everyone's eardrums.
The Shaolin Temple was secretly elected as the leader.
They were all looking forward to Shaolin Temple's rise.
Kong Wen didn't want to associate himself with these people.
However, today was a special day, so he had no choice but to gather with the other sects.
Kong Wen's white eyebrows drooped down and covered his eyes like a long-browed arhat.
"Great Swordsman Song, we're here because of the Dragon Gate Escort's massacre more than ten years ago. Swordsman Zhang the Five killed the Shaolin disciples, Du Dajin's seventy-one family members, and six Shaolin monks. How should we end the lives of these seventy-seven people? My Senior Martial Brother, Master Kongjian, was merciful and virtuous all his life. He never fought with others, but he was killed by the Golden Lion King, Xie Xun. I heard that Swordsman Zhang of the Five knows the whereabouts of that Xie. Please give him some information.”
Zhang Cuishan was about to answer when Zhang Wuji rushed forward.
Zhang Wuji knew Zhang Cuishan's scholarly nature. If he was too gentle, he might as well answer him directly.
"Old monk, you don't have to blame my father." Zhang Wuji said. I know these two things very well, so I will answer them.”
Kong Jian was one of the four great divine monks of Shaolin Temple. He was killed by Xie Xun more than ten years ago. He was the kindest and most compassionate of them all.
Kong Wen was very shrewd and did not show his joy or anger on his face.
Emptiness is muddle-headed, simple-minded, and ignorant of the secular world.
Kong Zhi was narrow-minded, impulsive, and impatient. He was one of the Four Great Divine Monks, but he had an undeserved reputation.
Kong Zhi pulled a long face.
"Heh, you really think of yourself as someone important. Is there any place for you to speak here?"
Zhang Wuji was instantly enraged. He immediately used the ultimate move of the Tiger Claw Terminating Hand.
"I'm talking to Kong Wen, what does it have to do with your bitter face?”
Kong Zhi laughed coldly." Everyone says that you're powerful, but I don't believe it. I'll destroy your prestige today…"
Kong Zhi had mastered eleven of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin Sect. His martial arts were extremely profound.
The Vajra Finger struck over fiercely, carrying the power of lightning.
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