Chapter 417 Five sects approach the mountain, the earthly immortal Zhang Sanfeng
With Zhang Sanfeng's assurance, Zhang Cuishan and his wife also felt relieved, and Zhang Sanfeng also gave the two a big surprise.
"Fifth Junior Brother." A middle-aged man walked into the hall.
Yin Susu's face immediately changed, showing an unbelievable expression.
"Third... Third Senior Brother." Zhang Cuishan said in shock.
The person who came was Yu Dayan, who should have been paralyzed but was standing intact at this time.
Zhang Cuishan walked forward excitedly and hugged the other party. Yin Susu wanted to say something, but was stopped by the other party.
"Sister-in-law, the past is over, I don't blame you anymore." Yu Dai smiled.
"Third brother, I..." Yin Susu burst into tears immediately. This matter has always been a heartache for her.
"Third brother, your leg? Did the old master heal it?" Zhang Cuishan asked hurriedly.
"Hehe, it's me!" At this time, Su Meng jumped out.
"Hahaha, thanks to Miss Mengmeng." Yu Dayan laughed. He couldn't help but think of a few days ago, when he was accompanied by his disciples and sat in a wheelchair on the edge of the cliff to watch the sunrise. At this time, he happened to meet Su Meng and Song Qingshu. As a result, the little girl gently stroked his legs, and the leg disease that had troubled him for many years disappeared instantly.
Zhang Cuishan and his wife looked at the little girl in front of them in surprise. They found that the identity of this child was not simple just now. Zhang Sanfeng even had some compliments for her, and so did others.
"Miss Mengmeng is my Wudang guest, Cuishan, Susu, you must treat her with courtesy." Zhang Sanfeng smiled.
At the same time, the birthday banquet was about to begin. The heroes had gradually climbed up Wudang Mountain. The banquet was arranged from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Of course, only those with high status in the martial arts world could officially go up the mountain. Other Wudang who joined in the fun did not refuse and entertained them with delicious food and drinks.
Miejue and his group climbed Wudang Mountain in a mighty manner. Some of the disciples who were guarding led the five major sects up the mountain respectfully, and some quickly went up the mountain to report the situation.
In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng sat in the middle, accepting the blessings of his disciples. Su Meng acted like a photographer, running around to capture shots from all angles.
"Haha, I didn't expect my daughter to have this talent for photography." Su Yu, who was watching, saw the live screen switching in an orderly manner and laughed.
"Master, the five major sects are here." At this time, Mo Shenggu, who was outside the door, walked in and said after receiving the message from his disciples.
The atmosphere on the scene suddenly condensed, and Zhang Sanfeng stood up suddenly.
"Let's go, follow me out." After saying that, the old man walked out of the hall.
Zhang Cuishan held his wife's hand, looked at each other, and followed him out.
"Haha, let's go to watch the show." Tony said happily.
"I don't know if Lang will have a chance to draw his sword."
"I'm afraid not, Master Zhang is enough to deal with it, but we still have to be careful of villains." Xiongba said.
Soon everyone walked out of the Zhenwu Hall, and saw a team of people coming towards Shanshan, with flags flying and majestic.
"It's like a war." Xiong Ba sneered. Anyone who saw the posture of the five major sects knew that they were not here to celebrate birthdays, but to call for punishment.
With the arrival of the team, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, and the heroes and Wudang disciples on Zhenwu Square hurriedly dispersed to the surroundings, leaving enough space for the five major sects.
Nun Miejue held the Yitian Sword and rode side by side with the three Shaolin monks. The five elders of Kongtong, Xian Yutong of Huashan Sect, He Taichong of Kunlun Sect and others followed behind her, which showed that the leaders were Shaolin and Emei.
As the current head of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao was instructed by Zhang Sanfeng to lead several fellow disciples to the five major sects.
"Haha, Nun, the divine monk, and the head, head Xianyu, and several elders, you have come from afar without any trouble, which really makes our Wudang glorious." Song Yuanqiao smiled and bowed to everyone.
"Amitabha, meet head Song." Kongwen clasped his hands together.
Miejue didn't even look at Song Yuanqiao, but looked forward, first at Zhang Sanfeng, then at Zhang Cuishan beside him, with a gleam in his eyes.
Others also looked at Zhang Cuishan. Although they hadn't seen him for nearly ten years, they still recognized him at a glance. After all, Zhang Cuishan was the most fond of wandering among the Seven Wudang Heroes, and many people knew him.
Miejue and the Shaolin people looked at each other and took a few steps forward.
"Congratulations to Master Zhang on his birthday." The people from the five sects shouted in unison.
Then, disciples behind him brought up several boxes of gifts.
"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, the old Taoist has prepared some wine, please take a seat in the hall." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled.
He was about to turn around after speaking.
"Wait..." Suddenly, Master Miejue said loudly.
Zhang Sanfeng turned around and a chill flashed in his eyes.
"Oh? Master Miejue has something to say? You can say it." Zhang Sanfeng turned back and said.
"As a junior, Miejue should not have mentioned the old things on the birthday of the Immortal Master today, but now I have to be rude." He bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.
After saying that, without giving Wudang people a chance to interrupt, Miejue pointed the Yitian Sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at Zhang Cuishan in front of the hall.
"Zhang Wuxia, I haven't seen you for nearly ten years, and you are still as elegant as ever." Miejue said with a fake smile.
"The nun is not bad either." Zhang Cuishan said coldly.
"Today, in front of so many martial artists, please tell me the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Sword." Miejue said directly.
The people around him were in an uproar, thinking that the five major sects were here to call for punishment.
"Amitabha, Mr. Zhang, Xie Xun is extremely evil, please tell me where he is." Kong Wen also said.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, Xie Xun secretly learned the martial arts of my Kongtong Sect and killed countless of my disciples. Please tell me where he is."
"Xie Xun? I'm afraid the Dragon Slaying Sword is your goal, right?" Yin Susu sneered.
"Witch, don't talk nonsense, we still remember the dozens of lives of Longmen Escort Agency." Someone threatened.
Yin Susu's face suddenly sank. This matter was indeed done by her, but at that time they were each serving their own master.
For a while, the people of the five sects began to shout and curse, pointing their spearheads directly at Wudang.
"Just a Dragon Slaying Sword has caused unrest in the martial arts world. It's ridiculous." Zhang Sanfeng finally spoke.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
"Do you really think that you can rule the world with the Dragon Slaying Sword?"
"Absurd." Zhang Sanfeng said coldly.
"Today is the old Taoist's birthday. If you sincerely congratulate us, Wudang will welcome you. If you want to plot something bad with other excuses, I think the five major sects have run out of luck."
"What?"
Zhang Sanfeng's words that the five major sects have run out of luck shocked everyone, and the three Shaolin monks changed their expressions. What's going on? Why is Zhang Sanfeng so tough today?
"Zhang Zhenren, what do you mean by this? Are you relying on the strength of a grandmaster to bully us?" Miejue said with a frosty face.
Miejue felt that although Zhang Sanfeng was a grandmaster, he was old. With three great monks on his side plus himself and the Heavenly Sword, he would naturally not be afraid of Zhang Sanfeng.
"Oh? You said I bully the weak? So what? You have bullied me to the doorstep of Wudang. Do I have to welcome you with a smile?" Zhang Sanfeng said coldly.
As soon as this was said, countless Wudang disciples appeared around and surrounded them.
The atmosphere suddenly became intense, and both sides were full of gunpowder.
"Make way, make way, don't stop me."
At this time, Su Meng was holding a glass ball in her hand, and she was moving around in the crowd.
"Miss Mengmeng, go slower." Song Qingshu followed behind her anxiously.
"Wuji, hurry up." Then Song Qingshu turned around and shouted.
At this time, the eyes of the nun Miejue in front of her suddenly showed a trace of cruelty. She flashed her body, grabbed the crowd with her left hand, and instantly grabbed the little boy behind Song Qingshu.
"Ah." Zhang Wuji felt his neck tighten, and his legs suddenly flew into the air.
"Wuji." On the high platform, everyone in Wudang suddenly exclaimed.
At this time, the nun Miejue had returned to the front, holding Zhang Wuji in her hand.
"Let me go, let me go." Zhang Wuji struggled like a little chicken.
"Miejue." Zhang Cuishan shouted and drew his sword fiercely.
"Dangcang."
However, the man was still in the air, and the sword in his hand was cut off by Miejue.
Zhang Cuishan retreated again and again, and was quickly supported by Yin Liting and Yin Susu.
"Miejue, you are despicable." Song Yuanqiao said angrily.
"Humph, you bastard of the Demon Sect, Zhang Cuishan, do you want to tell me?" Miejue said coldly.
Although Shaolin and the other three sects also felt that Master Miejue's move was a bit mean, they were silent at this time.
"Alas..." At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply.
He seemed to not care about Zhang Wuji's comfort, and said to Xiongba and others beside him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, can people really be so disgusting sometimes?"
"Haha, Xiongba has been dominating the world for many years, and he has seen a lot of such things."
"Master Zhang, blindly tolerating will only make others look down on you, and a swordsman would rather break than bend." Lang Fanyun said with his sword raised.
"Damn, these people are too shameless." Tony looked indignant.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and walked forward slowly. He saw his feet leave the steps and step into the void step by step.
"..."
After a while, the whole person stood in the air more than ten feet high.
Everyone looked at them in shock. Although the Grandmaster could fly for a short time, they had never heard of someone as calm and composed as Zhang Sanfeng.
The people from the five major sects had a bad feeling.
"Zhang Sanfeng, what are you going to do?" Miejue raised his head and asked without even using honorifics.
"Since I founded Wudang 70 years ago, I have always been tolerant and rarely intervened in martial arts disputes. I also sneered at the position of martial arts overlord and only wanted to devote myself to Taoism."
"However, you have been aggressive again and again. I can tolerate it for the sake of our old friendship, but this time, I will not tolerate it anymore."
"Miexie, it is really sad that Emei founded by Guo Xiang fell into the hands of people like you. And you, each of you is hypocritical, but you think of despicable things in your heart. Perhaps, without you, this martial arts world will be more stable?"
After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's aura gradually emanated, and a white true energy rushed straight to the sky. The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and endless pressure fell from the sky.
"Plop plop..."
The disciples of the five major sects in the square knelt on the ground one after another.
Master Kongwen's face suddenly changed, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
At this moment, a huge Tai Chi shadow appeared behind Zhang Sanfeng.
"The legendary land immortal, you you..." Miejue was horrified.
"You guys deserve to die..."