"TaTaTa..." The situation in the Wudang Sect was a bit subtle at this moment. Everyone was nervous in the sect square, but they didn't dare to act rashly because of the previous voice, not to mention that the fog did not dissipate because of this, so they had to lift their energy and forcefully stop here.

At this time, they didn't even dare to disperse, nor did they dare to touch the sword and war. At this time, everyone was extremely nervous, especially the sound that just now resounded through the entire square, which was like adding fuel to the fire, and even made some people suspicious.

"We won't anger the gods, are we?"

"It is possible that this place is in our ancestral courtyard, and all the gods and immortals come from here... The heads of the sect want to occupy it, but this place may violate the laws of the gods..."

"Then let's run away. The gods are angry. Who can stop them?"

"Who said no, but where is the fog... going?"

In just a short time, most of the disciples had already heard these conversations, so how could they have the desire to fight? If someone verbally bewitched at them at this moment, and the people in Wudang rushed with swords, I am afraid that the group of people would completely disperse.

After all, in this unpredictable era of gods and ghosts, once something is related to gods and immortals is actually unpredictable for ordinary people, so they usually hide away.

In this environment, almost everyone has their own ulterior motives, but the situation has not lasted for long, and the sparse footsteps have begun to sound at the entrance of the mountain.

After being blind people for a long time, they finally opened their eyes at this time. The white mist slowly faded from far to near as the sound went away until it disappeared.

A young man with bright eyes and white teeth was wearing a well-fitting Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, a hairpin tied around his head, and a free scarf. As he stepped on, the clouds and mist cleared, and he felt a sense of detachment.

As he stepped out, all the fog in this square began to slowly gather and dissipate, gradually condensed around, revealing only the square and the sculptures above and the stairs that could vaguely see the dots. The mountain path when they walked in was slowly closed by the fog when the last person stepped out.

Those who had the idea of ​​luck in their hearts were also suddenly cut off their thoughts. If the fog drifted away, then they might have a chance to go down the mountain from the right path while taking advantage of their outstanding light skills.

But at this moment, the fog gathered again, and they followed the mountain, wouldn't they plunged into the endless cliffs of the valley? There was no need to grasp it, and no one wanted to die.

As for the back mountain, not to mention the fog that had surrounded the top of the mountain, even if they were given a chance to go down the mountain, they would not be able to jump down from the cliff.

Behind this mountain is a shaded surface. If you can't bask in the sun, you will naturally have no plants. Even a master with extremely high martial arts skills may not be fine if he jumps down. There is no place to borrow power. At most, it is just some grass growing tenaciously on the mountain.

Now, the moment the teenagers step into this square, they have lost all their opportunities. Even though their eyesight has recovered, they still seem to have a huge advantage.

"He Yan has met the leader, abbot!" Zhang He Yan slowly walked to the two of them, and the two groups of people following him gradually diverted, one wave returned to the Wudang Sect's team, and the other wave occupied the last position empty in the square.

The eight gates' ideas are of course very beautiful. The eight directions almost blocked the route that the entire Wudang Sect wanted to go out, but at this moment they seemed to have put themselves in the game, and these places have made them a little trough at this moment.

"Okay, okay, you are here, you are here!" Abbot Mingde said. As the real leader of the Zhenwu Taoist Temple in the back of the mountain, he was quite familiar with Zhang Heyan. He watched the boy grow up and his face was very friendly.

Although I don’t know why Uncle Master was not invited to go down the mountain this time, anyone with a discerning eye should be able to see the current situation. Their condition was still having to struggle to survive a few days ago, but today it has changed. In front of the boy, almost everyone dared not take action easily.

"I don't know if the Taoist priest is..." Wang Lun spoke in the end. People like them who have struggled a lot in the world naturally cannot abandon their lives like those under their command without making any attempts.

As a gangster, what you want to see most is yourself and take your destiny into your hands. Even if the young man in front of them looks a little mysterious, if he doesn't make any attempt, who would be willing to admit his failure?

"Aren't you looking for my master? He doesn't want to come, I'm here." Zhang Heyan said, "All you guys come to Wudang, will you just see the scenery after all, right?"

Wang Lun was speechless for a moment. At this time, he could not say that we were here to destroy you. Now he still couldn't figure out the details of the boy. If he said this, it would be too unfair to be slapped to death with a slap.

But in fact, they were most afraid of the young man. The method of the man's arrival before he could hear was really a little weird.

What's more, Tie Shangmen, as the top three of their eight sects, did not even have any movement along the way, which is really strange.

"Of course, we are not looking at the scenery, we just want to discuss some things with the people of the Wudang Sect." He tried to make his tone appear gentle enough, which would reduce his current risk a little, not to mention that he would not test it, and some people were willing to help him do such things.

Zhang Heyan shook. He knew that he could not find anything to ask such an old fox, but he didn't believe so many people present today. This group of people would really be willing to turn their heads and leave. Things will always turn around, no matter where they come from.

"What's wrong with saying? Could he be a hidden master? I don't believe this evil!" The rough tone opened, and the big man carrying the knife walked out of the crowd directly.

"Calf's nose! Grandpa, my name is Luo Shan, hurry up and let go of your son of the God of Defeat, otherwise..." He slashed directly to the ground with a knife, and the loud roar made everyone amazed. How could this be the force that humans could exert?

"Or otherwise your fate will be the same as this floor!"

Zhang Heyan smiled and said, "Oh? Is it the same as the floor? Wouldn't that mean I'm not in danger?"

Everyone saw that the knife was indeed cut to the floor, but there was still no trace on the floor. Except for the scratches caused by the sword energy yesterday, the knife just now seemed to be cut on the iron plate made of fine steel without any marks.

"You...what did you do?" Even a person like Luo Shan, who is usually a reckless man, knew that the young man's smiling face was not a good way to deal with, and this move made it difficult for everyone to see.

Zhang Heyan said, "I have always believed that fighting and killing is never a good solution. If there is anything, we can talk about it! When will the matter break down, let's fight again?"
Chapter completed!