"this……"

Zhao Yu looked at the old Taoist priest who was exuding two extremes of true energy, and was horrified in his heart.

Did this old guy run into the wrong set?

Is this still the realm of worldly martial arts?

Strands of distinct but intertwined true energy emanated from Zhang Laodao's body, and then dissipated invisible.

It lasted half a stick of incense before the veteran Taoist slowly opened his eyes.

As Zhang Laodao opened his eyes, the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared instantly.

"Fairy? Monster?"

Zhao Yu tentatively walked to the old man who looked like a beggar and asked tentatively.

Zhang Laodao ignored Zhao Yu, but reached into his arms and took out something.

"In the end, it's still just a big dream..."

Looking at the Iron Arhat in his hand, Zhang Laodao smiled lightly.

Although there is a sense of remembrance in this smile, there is no trace of reluctance!

…

Seeing Zhao Yu and the old Taoist priest coming out of the woods, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, these bastards from the Supervisory Headquarters looked at Zhao Yu with eyes full of reverence.

Look, this is the Shangguan of our Supervisory Department Headquarters.

If you go into a small forest with an old Taoist priest, you can create a huge battle.

And looking at the way the old Taoist priest walks, he is probably doing the work for us, the Governor of Beisi Town!

"Eighty-one days later, please invite Zhao Zhenfu to come to Wudang Mountain!"

Zhang Laodao slapped his head with one hand and said to Zhao Yu.

"good!"

This time, Zhao Yu didn't have any unnecessary nonsense and agreed directly.

As for the old monks in Shaolin Temple, as long as they don’t seek death themselves, it’s okay to let them go!

Zhao Yu and his entourage rode their horses straight to the gate of Shaoshi Mountain, while Zhang Laodao led his disciples towards the bottom of the mountain.

Along the way, Song Yuanqiao frowned.

He seemed to notice something, but couldn't catch it for a while.

"Master, why did you invite that person to come to Wudang Mountain after eighty-one days?"

Mo Shenggu didn't have much scruples and looked up directly at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest, who had always been unkempt, smiled slightly at this time and did not answer.

Seeing the smile on Master's face, Song Yuanqiao's expression suddenly changed.

"Master!!!"

Song Yuanqiao, who was already over 40 years old, had red eyes and a cry in his tone at this moment.

He finally understood why Master invited that person to join Wudang.

The number eighty-one, ninety-nine returns to the truth!

When that person enters Wudang, that's when their master, who has dominated the world for hundreds of years, emerges!

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and reached out to touch the head of the forty-year-old disciple.

…

After a stick of incense, Zhao Yu and his party saw the majestic plaque on the gate of Shaoshi Mountain from a distance.

"who?!"

Just as a group of people were riding forward, seven or eight monks holding long sticks jumped out from the main gate, blocking everyone's way.

"hey-hey!"

Before Zhao Yu could speak, Ji Feng, who was on the side of the horse, had already pulled out his sword with a grin.

"Don't kill me..."

Zhao Yu looked at the dozen monks, hesitated for a moment, and gave instructions softly.

"Follow the order!"

Ji Feng sheathed the sword, and then moved at the same time as Jin Yichuan and others on one side, and rushed towards the dozen monks.

Most of these monks guarding the gates are ordinary warrior monks, and they are still some distance from being half-level monks.

Facing Jin Yichuan and the others, they had no power to resist at all.

"Erha, follow me in, the rest..."

Zhao Yu looked at the unconscious monk lying on the ground and gave instructions to the side.

"clear!"

Of course Lu Jianxing and others understood what Zhao Yu was thinking, and then the three of them each led a team of troops and dispersed!

Zhao Yu reined in the horse, and the horse jumped directly onto the steps. The horse's hoofs landed on the bluestone, making crisp sounds.

…

In Tallinn, the competition has come to an end.

The Miejie Shitai of the Emei Sect relies on the power of the Yitian Sword, and no one dares to take away its edge.

The old nun held a sword in one hand and glanced arrogantly at the masters of the major sects present.

Although everyone was unwilling to do so, they did not dare to say anything.

Some of them have the same level of cultivation as the old nun. If they really have to fight to the death, it is not impossible to defeat her.

But the Yitian Sword in her hand was too sharp, and the old nun was very murderous.

Others still have three points to spare in the competition, but once this old nun comes on stage, anyone who faces her with missing arms or legs will be considered lucky.

"In this case, this devil will be left to the master's disposal!"

Seeing that no one came out to fight again, Xuanci clasped his hands together and bowed to Sandu on one side to salute.

The three old monks looked at each other and then retreated.

Jiang Yuyan looked at the old nun in front of her expressionlessly, but she was anxious in her heart.

In two more hours, as long as she was given two more hours, she would be able to swallow up the heart-piercing energy of the eight-note sound by grafting flowers and grafting on trees.

But now it seems that, let alone two hours, I'm afraid she won't be able to last even two sticks of incense.

brush!

Master Miejie came to Jiang Yuyan, pointed the sword directly at Jiang Yuyan with one hand, and said coldly: "Hand over your evil skills, and I will consider giving you a good time!"

Evil work?

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Among all the people in the world, except for the fledgling young man, how many of them would risk their lives for the sake of justice?

The purpose of their coming here is naturally for this so-called evil act.

"Ah……"

Jiang Yuyan glanced at Master Jiejie and just smiled disdainfully.

"I don't know how to praise!"

Master Miejie gave a low shout, and the Yitian Sword flashed with a flash of light in his hand, and went straight to Jiang Yuyan's right arm.

If this sword was effective, Jiang Yuyan would have to cut off even her right arm and arm for the old nun.

"Roar!!"

At this moment, a roar came into Tallinn.

Then, the moment the sword light fell, a giant man with golden light all over his body stood in front of Jiang Yuyan.

Everyone was shocked, and then looked at Erha falling from the sky.

Jiang Yuyan on the side was also stunned. This place is thousands of miles away from the capital. How could this guy appear here?

Young Master?!

Jiang Yuyan felt happy and looked around for a while, but did not see Zhao Yu.

"The magical power of indestructibility?"

Master Miejie, who failed to accomplish anything with his sword, sneered, then stepped forward with his sword, shouting at Erha: "I want to see if you, the indestructible King Kong, can block the Yitian Sword in my hand!"

The sword light flashed, and the waist knife that Erha was carrying when he came in was cut into pieces like tofu when it came into contact with the Yitian Sword.

And the Yitian Sword in Master Miejie's hand is not for display.

Even if Erha's inner breath has made great progress, even if the Vajra Indestructible God function lasts longer.

But when the sword light of the Yitian Sword passed across the body, the golden light under the sword's edge also dissipated instantly.

Although the wound is not fatal, it can really break through Erha's Vajra body.

"Huh! Let's see how long you can hold on, poor nun!"

Master Miejie said he was not forgiving, but in fact he was shocked in his heart.
Chapter completed!