Cheng Kun looked at the young man who had descended from the sky in disbelief.
Who was he?
What was he doing here?
However, he could not think too much about it now.
Yun Che's Cloud Expelling Palm, which contained boundless cloud energy, had already met his palms.
The two palms met, and a loud bang sounded.
Boom!
White mist filled the air and energy surged.
Yun Che's palm seemed casual, but it was not.
It was the fourth move of the Cloud Expelling Palm Technique, named 'Mountain-toppling Sea'.
As the name suggested, once this move was used, the palm momentum was as violent as toppling mountains and overturning seas.
At this moment, Cheng Kun, who was originally proud and thought that he could capture him easily, was sent flying dozens of feet away by this invincible power.
The yellow-robed woman stared blankly at Yun Che, who was standing straight like a sword and standing steadily on the spot. For a moment, she felt like she was in a dream.
Looking at his towering figure that seemed to be able to support the heavens and the earth, the yellow-robed woman's usually calm heart could not help but ripple.
Yun Che didn't even look at Cheng Kun, who was sent flying.
He turned around and looked at the yellow-robed woman with a smile. He asked gently,
"Is Young Lady well?"
The yellow-robed woman bowed and bowed. Her cold face had an unprecedented smile as she replied softly,
"Yao Qin is safe and sound. Thank you for saving my life, Young Master.”
Yun Che smiled and said softly,"
"Yao Qin, what a good name."
Yang Yaoqin's jade-like face blushed slightly as she asked softly,"
"May I ask for Young Master's name?”
Yun Che smiled and replied,"
"Speaking of which, it's a coincidence that my master has some connections with Hero Yang.”
"I am Yun Che, the second generation disciple of Mount Wudang. The clouds in the sea of clouds are rolling, and the Che in the clear water.”
Yang Yaoqin's beautiful eyes lit up as she asked softly,"
"Young Master, are you a disciple of Wudang Mountain's Perfected Zhang?”
Yun Che smiled and said,"
"Your esteemed sect's founder, Great Hero Yang, has a long history with my master. There's no need to be overly courteous between us.”
Yang Yaoqin smiled gently.
"Indeed."
At this moment, the sound of several zither and flute suddenly sounded. It was as if several zither and flute were playing at the same time. The music was ethereal and indistinct.
It turned out that Butchie, who had run back to the ancient tomb to ask for help, had returned.
Not only Butchie, but she also brought seven beautiful young women with her.
Among them, there were four girls in white muslin, each holding a seven-stringed zither in their hands.
Following that, four black-clothed young ladies walked in, each holding a long black flute in their hands.
The eight young girls nervously rushed to Yang Yaoqin's side.
Butchie looked nervous. Her big, clear eyes were filled with tears as she sobbed and asked,"
"Miss, are you alright? It's all Xiao Mang's fault for not having it, so..."
They were master and servant in name, but in reality, they grew up together and were like sisters.
Yang Yaoqin caressed the little girl's face and said gently,"
"Don't cry, Butchie. I'm fine."
Then, she turned to look at Yun Che and introduced him softly,"
"It's all thanks to this Young Master Yun Che. He's the disciple of the number one expert in the world, Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang, and has a deep relationship with my Ancient Tomb Sect.”
"Yes, young master."
The eight girls bowed respectfully to Yun Che.
Yun Che had a smile on his face. He waved his hand and a gentle stream of true energy helped the eight girls up.
Such a profound skill was incomparably shocking to everyone present.
At this moment, Cheng Kun, who was sent flying by Yun Che's palm, struggled to get up.
His eyes were filled with malice as he stared at Yun Che like a ferocious wolf. He growled in a low voice,"
"Who exactly are you? Why are you meddling in my Ancient Tomb Sect's private matters?”
Yun Che was still looking at Yang Yaoqin, a faint smile on his handsome face. He asked softly,"
"Miss Yang, this poor priest is ignorant and ignorant, so I didn't know that there was actually a bald donkey in Ancient Tomb Sect!”
As soon as he said this, it caused a burst of bell-like laughter.
"Hehehe!"
"There are no bald donkeys in our Ancient Tomb Sect!”
"Little, little, little, stinky bald donkey!"
The eight little handmaidens of the Ancient Tomb Sect were laughing so hard that they could not even stand straight.
Even Yang Yaoqin's usually cold face revealed a faint smile.
These girls had lived in the ancient tomb since childhood and had never come into contact with the outside world.
Yun Che's casual joke could make them happy for a long time.
On the other hand, Cheng Kun was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth so hard that they creaked. He glared at Yun Che like a hungry wolf.
At this moment, Yang Yaoqin coughed lightly, signaling the group of little handmaidens to stop laughing.
She clenched her hands into fists, and coldness gathered in her eyes. She said in a low voice,
"Young Master Yun is right. Our Ancient Tomb Sect naturally doesn't have a bald…Bald monk…"
"Back then, my grandfather saw that this thief was pitiful and took him in as an in-name disciple before bringing him back to the ancient tomb.”
"Later, my grandfather noticed his wild ambitions and evil intentions, so he expelled him from the sect. He hated it in his heart. After my grandfather passed away, he always wanted to return to the ancient tomb and obtain the inheritance.”
"My father was unintentionally plotted against by this evil person, so he passed away early.”
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