"Neither Confucianism nor Taoism nor sages, half evil, half hero, and half immortal.

"Holding hundreds of thousands of martial arts in your heart, and holding half of the sky in the martial arts world alone!"

When Zhang Yang followed Ding Minjun to the gate of the Emei Sect, he heard the sound before he saw him. The sound was very loud and he could feel the poem echoing in the entire mountain. It was a very loud and loud voice. Don’t think too much about Zhang Yang, who was not a martial arts world.

Although he did not know any martial arts, he also knew that this could make the sound heard in the mountains, and that the birds and beasts flew up and ran, which was enough to represent the strong internal strength. The following sentence was once again echoing in the mountains, and it was still extremely loud, which was shocked to scatter: "Kunlun Guest in Xishan, hold a sword to meet the Emei Sect, and ask for the true face of the Yitian Sword! I dare to ask the leader Zhou, why didn't he see him?"

When I came close, I could see someone in front of the mountain gate. I saw six female disciples of the Emei Sect standing in front of the mountain gate, holding swords one after another, and their figures changed continuously. The figures of the six female disciples of Emei appeared and disappeared around the man in the middle. I think the man in the middle was the man who called himself Kunlun Ke, whose poem name was extremely rampant. Needless to say, it was this person.

Outside the formation, a female disciple of the Emei Sect wearing plain white, ink-wash clothes and holding a cold jade flute, staring at the people in the formation at all times was Murong Yan, the third senior sister of the Emei Sect.

"Sister Third Junior Sister, how is the situation?" As soon as Ding Minjun came here, he took the lead in drawing his sword and approaching Murong Yan. He was alert to the person in the formation and asked Murong Yan what the situation was here.

When Murong Yan saw Ding Minjun coming, he frowned and said worriedly: "He didn't do anything, as if he was waiting for something! We didn't dare to attack rashly. The injured disciple has been sent up the mountain, and now he can only wait for the elders to go down the mountain to deal with it. Master, who is this Kunlun guest?" At this moment, since Zhang Yang also stood beside Ding Minjun, Murong Yan naturally saw it and asked with some confusion: "Who is this young master? How could he be in my Emei Sect!"

When Ding Minjun was about to explain, Zhang Yang couldn't help but take the lead and explained casually: "The pilgrim at the foot of the mountain wants a view of the Emei Sect on the mountain. I don't want to get lost. I was touched by your head teacher and sister. Now I'm sent to the foot of the mountain. Who would have thought of encountering such a thing? It's really unlucky!"

"Sister-in-chief?" Murong Yan was a little disbelief because Zhang Yang's explanation was very casual, while Ding Minjun could only nod and replied: "Yes! A lost pilgrim at the foot of the mountain."

Although Murong Yan looked at Zhang Yang with some sceptic attitude, she didn't say anything anymore. After all, the head teacher said that. Moreover, the current situation is not about a person who looks like an ordinary and weak scholar. There is a big enemy in front of him, so how dare you be distracted?

As for the initial question about Murong Yan, Ding Minjun also said bluntly: "He was a man who disrupted the Western Wulin forty years ago. At that time, the precious martial arts classics of the Tang Sect and the four major families in Shu were taken away by him, and they disappeared without a trace. He called himself Kunlun Ke and named Shan Tianming."

"No wonder I can't see his martial arts skills. It turns out that he is from the Western Wulin!" Murong Yan was even more worried at this time, and his worries were undoubtedly on his face. He was obviously threatened. She was also a little depressed and helpless and frankly said: "I fought with him for less than ten rounds, and was defeated by his sudden howling blow from the fierce wind."

"He has not taken action now. He is obviously waiting for something. The six disciples' six disciples' formation is obviously not taken seriously by him. He is waiting for something!"

Murong Yan asked about the doubts in his heart, and Ding Minjun pondered for a while, then smiled bitterly and said, "He is confirming whether the leader is missing or not! After all, it is more than enough to deal with him with the leader's Nine Yin White Bone Claws, but...ah!"

Although Ding Minjun did not say anything, Murong Yan naturally knew what the head teacher was referring to, that is, Zhou Zhiruo was indeed missing and there was no news. In the current situation, the enemy was in a big way, and the strong enemy came to the door. Moreover, there were demon demons at the foot of the mountain who were moving from time to time and waiting for an opportunity to move. At this time, Murong Yan also felt in his heart: "The Emei Sect is coming! As for, the head sect will not appear, and there will be no news for three months!"

...

As soon as he came, Zhang Yang began to observe the man in the formation who was calm and composed, with a big knife behind him, closed his eyes tightly, and did not speak or take action. He said with a robe, and he also used a black cloth as a mask on his face. He couldn't see his face clearly, and he also wore a hat on his head. His whole person showed a gloomy feeling. Moreover, although the climate was hot at the summer noon at this time, Zhang Yang could feel the cold air coming from him not far from him, and it made people feel a hint of coldness in his heart.

——This is a master, a real martial arts master!

Zhang Yang has only been in this world for less than a long time and has not seen many martial arts practitioners, but Zhang Yang himself can feel the list of people who call themselves Kunlun Ke, who is destined to be a real master, and his strength is extraordinary. The internal and external release and true qi fluctuations have made Zhang Yang feel all the five senses.

"Miss Ding, um! Why are you right? What is this Kunlun Guest? What is his martial arts?" Zhang Yang asked Ding Minjun at this time, and he looked at the Kunlun Guest in front of him and became interested. He was originally going to run away, but now he is not so anxious.

Ding Minjun looked at Zhang Yang next to him strangely, and first said, "You'd better leave quickly!", and then said, "He is the only current disciple of the Kunlun Sect. Naturally, what he practices is their inner sect inner sect, the ice true energy of the ice, and his hand pouring the sky wind and rain knife is also very cruel. According to legend, internal strength and martial arts were both masterpieces of Kunlun Ancestor back then, and were created by Kunlun Ancestor. "

"No wonder, I could feel the chill when I saw him emitting waves of cold air and the distance was so far!" Zhang Yang looked like he suddenly realized and couldn't help but say: "It turns out it's Han Bing's true energy!"

The reason why Zhang Yang said this is because he is very familiar with this set of internal skills. Although he does not know the Storm Sword, he knows the true qi of Han Bing. In another martial arts book by Mr. Jin, isn’t Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan Sect, practicing Han Bing’s true qi?
Chapter completed!