The three of them stood quietly in the void, each of them emitting an extremely majestic and terrifying aura.
One of them was dressed in white. His white hair danced in the wind. He sat cross-legged in the air with a zither in his arms. He looked so unrestrained.
Another person was tall and sturdy. He wore a blue cloak and held a scarlet spear in his right hand.
A shocking bloody killing intent burst out from the spear.
No matter who saw this spear, they would definitely exclaim in surprise. What a killing divine weapon.
The last person was a dignified middle-aged man wearing a brocade cannon. He stood quietly in the air and did nothing, but his body emitted an extremely domineering aura.
No matter who saw this person, they would realize that he was definitely a man who had been in a high position all year round and was extremely powerful.
When the three of them appeared, the air on the entire Wudang Mountain seemed to freeze. A majestic aura enveloped the entire Wudang Mountain.
At this moment, countless heroes in the martial world were almost scared out of their wits.
Even Priest Mu couldn't help changing his face, as a great shock rose in his heart.
At the same time, the moment they saw the white-haired man holding the zither, He Taichong and Ban Shuxian of Kunlun were ecstatic. They quickly led the Kunlun disciples and respectfully shouted," We, the junior disciples of Kunlun, greet the ancestor!”
In the air, the white-haired man sitting cross-legged on the clouds looked down slightly when he heard this. He nodded lightly but did not say anything.
But even so, He Taichong and the others were still overjoyed.
After all, this was the legendary ancestor of their Kunlun Sect.
Following the actions of He Taichong and the other disciples of the Kunlun Sect, all the major forces and the heroes of Jianghu immediately remembered who this white-haired man holding the zither was.
"This…Could this be the one from the Kunlun Sect who has retired from the martial world for nearly a hundred years?”
"How can the Three Saints of Kun Lun be worthy of respect!"
"It's actually him?"
"Rumor has it that this person is even older than Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang. He has already stepped into the Great Grandmaster of Martial Arts decades ago.”
" Unbelievable. Even this person has appeared. He was a legendary expert who could challenge Shaolin before he became a martial grandmaster. He defeated thirteen martial grandmasters in succession and forced a martial grandmaster from Shaolin to leave.”
The heroes of the pugilistic world who remembered who the Three Saints of Kunlun, He Zu Dao, were all exclaiming in surprise. They even talked about this person's past achievements.
"How can the Three Saints of Kun Lun be so…"
Outside the True Martial Hall, Priest Mu looked at He Zudao with an extremely embarrassed look, then said in a cold voice with a hint of confusion," He Zudao, today, you promised Shaolin Temple, but you want to force Wudang to do it?"”
One had to know that He Zu Dao had a deep friendship with Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang a hundred years ago. The two of them had gone through thick and thin together.
Even after a hundred years, Zhang Sanfeng still thought about this old friend of his. Priest Mu knew that very well.
However, because he knew it, Priest Mu was confused. An old friend of his senior brother, was forcing Wudang Sect to do this today?
In the air, He Zu Dao seemed to have heard Priest Mu's words. A trace of reminiscence flashed across his eyes, but soon disappeared.
He Zu Dao slowly put the ancient zither on his knees and said in a low voice," Priest Mu, I am still a Kun Lun disciple. My junior disciples are disappointing. If they want to fight for that dragon-slaying saber, I won't stop them even if I don't like it."
"Moreover, I haven't seen him for a hundred years. Eighty years ago, when I entered the Great Grandmaster Realm, I was defeated by him. Eighty years later, I want to fight him again and see what kind of realm he has grown to.”
"You…Why are you doing this?"
Down below, Priest Mu couldn't help but show a helpless look on his face. When he looked at He Taichong and the other Kun Lun disciples, he showed extreme hatred.
He understood in his heart that specially going to Wudang Sect and continuing the battle from eighty years ago with his senior brother was just an excuse.
After all, in the entire Immortal Martial Continent, who didn't know that his senior brother had long surpassed the martial grandmaster realm and reached an incredible realm?
That realm was simply not an existence they could imagine.
The martial arts grandmaster was indeed powerful. In the past hundred years, he could be said to be a legendary realm.
However, compared to Zhang Sanfeng, there was no comparison at all.
Before Priest Mu became a great grandmaster, he had asked his senior brother about sword techniques.
However, his senior brother, Zhang Sanfeng, had instantly suppressed him with just one move.
Until that moment, Priest Mu clearly realized that even though grandmasters were far more powerful than ordinary people, they could never be compared with those people.
Priest Mu didn't believe that He Zu Dao didn't know about this.
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