The White-Browed Eagle King is indeed Zhang Wuji's grandfather, and it is impossible for others to ignore it.

Zhou Zhiruo actually understood it very well.

"Zhiruo, don't be discouraged. You have only been practicing for nine years and can reach the current level. Only Qingshu is better than you. When you reach Daiqisi's age, your strength will definitely be stronger than her."

Since Luo Qingyang is preparing to marry her on the bride, she is better than everyone else.

"You are the daughter of the Purple-Shirt Dragon King?"

Who knows if this guy has some strange martial arts, maybe it will be another difficult bone to crack.

They are not Zhang Wuji's opponents, so they naturally have no intention of continuing to fight.

Dai Qisi knew that she would be left in the Ming Cult, so she switched Xiao Zhao to Luo Qingyang.

If the opponent's strength is the same as hers, she is at the realm of a first-class master, she can beat her with the sharpness of the Yitian Sword.

At most, when she left, she left a afterimage, which could be transformed into three, and was still a bit far away from her.

There must be some stories between my senior brother and Dai Qisi, but they are not willing to tell them.

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"Mom, are you okay?"

Letting the Wudang Sect fight against Zhang Wuji is a strange move. Could it be that Zhang Wuji will hurt several other uncles in order to save the White Eyebrow King?

"Since we were allowed to fight in Wudang, we had to admit defeat. My Wuji child was unfathomable. Only the master and Qingshu could control him in the entire Wudang Mountain."

The five elders of Kongtong looked embarrassed, and the other party's internal strength was no less than Dai Qisi.

"If you want to survive, go to Wudang Mountain to find Song Qingshu to treat you. All the people in the world who can save you will be friends with him."

Yin Liting comforted him.

As Dai Qisi finished speaking, everyone's eyes were placed in the venue again.

Suddenly, a Wudang disciple appeared, blocking them, and his strength was so amazing.

The White-Browed Eagle King from the Ming Cult took the initiative to stand up and prepare to continue participating in the war.

However, after solving the most difficult Shaolin, the White-Browed Eagle King was more confident, and there were three major sects left to fight with them.

"Mom, I want to go back to Wudang Mountain and follow Brother Qingshu."

Although there is a very friendly relationship between her and Luo Qingyang, it will only stop there, and both of them have a sense of proportion.

Only the chain on your feet needs to be found to Yang Buhui to get the key back, or ask Brother Qingshu to break it.

If the Wudang Sect doesn't take action, he can show his skills here and defeat the rest of the people.

Zhou Zhiruo also practiced the snow-trench, but she could not differentiate three real shadows at all.

With his current strength, the remaining three factions are not difficult to deal with, and there is also Luo Qingyang's surplus formation in secret.

The White-Browed Eagle King fought against five with one and fought against the Five Elders of Kongtong. In the end, two fists could not match four hands. Even when he was hit by the seven-injury punch, a figure penetrated into it and cut off the attack with one blow.

Moreover, life is in danger. Only Luo Qingyang, Hu Qingniu and Zhang Wuji can treat this kind of injury.

As for the identity that others play, she doesn't care at all. She can't just ask whether it's a maid or a maid with a romance.

However, compared with the decent people she killed and the severely injured Shaolin monks, it was undoubtedly a big profit.

"Master Miejue, you are an old senior, and you rely on the advantages of the Yitian Sword against your grandson. This is unfair. Let me help Wuji borrow a weapon and fight you again."

The White-Browed Eagle King knew that Zhang Wuji was very powerful, but it was inappropriate to catch the Yitian Sword with bare hands and empty fists.

"Okay, I'll give you this opportunity."

Master Mie Jue was arrogant and was arrogant in the various magic weapons of the Ming Cult, but no one could win the sword against the Yitian Sword. Don’t worry, let the White-Browed Eagle King borrow it.
Chapter completed!