"Tell me where Yue Shan is!"
Chu Xiao's expression was cold as he looked down at the Xuanming Elders as if he was looking at two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Yue…Yue Shan?"
He Bi Weng and Lu Zhangke's bodies trembled, and their pupils constricted.
Lu Zhangke looked at Chu Xiao in astonishment.""Are you talking about Great Sui Dynasty's Tyrant Blade Yue Shan?”
"Heh…Very well, it seems that you do know him.”
Seeing the looks of the Crane Brush Weng duo, how could Chu Xiao not know that the other party indeed knew Yue Shan?
Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have shown such expressions.
"Tell me, where is Yue Shan?"
"This…"
He Biweng was slightly hesitant, but when he saw Chu Xiao's increasingly cold eyes, he could not help but shiver and quickly said,""That Tyrant Blade Yue Shan has already joined Meng Yuan. I don't know where he is exactly, but it's said that he will appear at the 100th birthday of Wudang Sect's Old Taoist Zhang.”
"That's right, that's right. That Yue Shan is used to doing things tyrannically. In fact, we also hate this person very much. Young Master, how about this? You take the two of us as you go back, and then we will work together from the inside and outside to kill that Yue Shan.”
Lu Zhangke looked at Chu Xiao with a fawning expression. His eyeballs rolled and he started to plot something.
"Heh…Let you go back?"
Upon hearing Lu Zhangke's words, a hint of mockery appeared in Chu Xiao's eyes.
"Two dead people, where are you planning to go?”
"You…"
Puchi!
Puchi!
Looking at Chu Xiao's murderous expression, the Xuanming Elders were just about to speak when they felt as if they were flying.
In the midst of their blurred vision, they seemed to see their headless bodies lying on the ground. Their blood dyed the nearby grass red.
With one strike, two heads flew into the sky.
Chu Xiao didn't have the slightest interest in looking at the two dead people.
Instead, he turned around and walked forward.
"Young Master, since these two people said that Tyrant Blade Yue Shan will appear in Wudang Mountain, why don't we set off as soon as possible? Perhaps in a while, Perfected Zhang's birthday will begin.”
Huang Xuemei hurriedly walked forward and said as she looked at Chu Xiao who was walking over.
"This time, Yue Shan is not the only one who has appeared in Wudang. Meng Yuan will definitely not send him alone.”
Chu Xiao narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully.
" Young Master, that child…"
At this moment, Tian Yan pointed at Zhang Wuji who had fallen to the ground not far away.
Chu Xiao frowned and quickly walked forward. After checking and finding that Zhang Wuji had only fainted, he heaved a sigh of relief.
If the accident just now had caused the future Ming Cult Master, Zhang Wuji, a hot shot, to die prematurely, Chu Xiao really did not know what the consequences would be.
Even if Zhang Wuji really died here, even Chu Xiao would not be able to get away with it.
At that time, the entire Song clan and Wudang would definitely fight to the death.
"Let's go to Wudang!"
Chu Xiao shook his head with a bitter smile. He then carried Zhang Wuji and brought the two girls in the direction of Wudang.
……
On Mount Wudang.
In front of the True Martial Golden Hall, at least ten thousand people had gathered in a huge square.
These people were all disciples of the various sects and forces in the martial arts world of the Nine Prefectures, as well as some extremely famous experts.
And this was not all the people who had gathered in Wudang this time.
There were also tens of thousands of martial artists gathered in front of the True Martial Golden Hall.
However, compared to the people gathered here, the status of the martial artists from other places was clearly lower.
At this moment, the atmosphere among the people on the square platform seemed to be extremely strange.
However, no one took the initiative to say what everyone wanted to hear.
On the other side, many Wudang disciples were gathered outside the True Martial Golden Hall.
In the crowd, Song Yuanqiao was the first direct disciple of Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang. Although he knew that many people below had ulterior motives, he still braced himself and forced a smile. He cupped his hands and laughed loudly at everyone,
"Everyone, I am Song Yuanqiao of Wudang! Thank you, fellow martial artists, for coming all the way to Wudang to celebrate my master's 100th birthday!”
However, when Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, not a single person in the entire plaza made a sound.
It was as if he did not hear what Song Yuanqiao said just now.
"Damn it, what are they trying to do? Are you here to celebrate your birthday or to embarrass Wudang Sect?”
As the youngest of the Wudang Seven Heroes, Mo Shenggu had a bad temper. Now that he saw this scene, how could he accept it? He was about to fly into a rage.
"Seventh brother, calm down."
Yin Liting quickly pulled Mo Shenggu back and said in a deep voice,""Ever since the news of Fifth Brother's return spread throughout the martial arts world, didn't we already expect this scene?”
"Don't be agitated. Today is Master's 100th birthday. We'll settle the score with them after today.”
"Sixth brother is right. Today is a special day, so let's endure it for now.”
Yu Lianzhou let out a deep sigh. A hint of worry flashed in the depths of her eyes.
With the attitude of the heroes today, even if he endured it, he would not be able to endure it for long.
" Fellow brothers and sisters, Cuishan has been unfilial. Master's hundredth birthday should have been a glorious one, but because of me, it ended up like this. I…"
"Fifth brother, Mo Yan is talking nonsense. This matter has nothing to do with you. It's just that some people are trying to sow discord and some people have ulterior motives.”
"That's right, Fifth Brother. Now that you're back, who in Wudang wouldn't be happy?”
"Ignore them. These people can't wait for something to happen to our Wudang Sect. After today, I'll definitely embarrass them.”
“……”
Seeing Zhang Cuishan's guilty and uneasy expression, the rest of the Wudang Seven Heroes hurriedly comforted him.
The seven of them had been together for many years and were already as close as brothers. No one would blame anyone for these things, let alone their fifth brother.
At the same time, the crowd in the square was silent. Finally, a middle-aged monk in a kasaya slowly took a step forward with a Buddhist staff in his hand. Behind him, he expressionlessly put one hand together.
"Amitabha…Hero Song, since today is Perfected Zhang's 100th birthday, why don't you invite him out?”
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