"Torture! This is a witch!" Someone in the crowd roared, "Kill him quickly, otherwise he is here, and we all will die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hidden weapons flew into the darkness. It seemed that humans were malicious towards all people who were abnormal to them. Zhang Heyan is very young now, but his demeanor seemed to have surpassed most people.

The hidden weapon flew over, and everyone who reacted thought to himself: "Oh no!"

The Wudang group of people were more afraid that the teenager would be injured, so they came all the way to help them. No matter whether he was strong or not, they would have such concerns.

People like Wang Lun and Fang Yin were even more worried about angering the young man. They stood close, so they could see clearly the previous scene. Luo Shan’s knife did not slash down lightly, but slashed directly with extraordinary strength.

Even if they wanted to catch this sword, they had to think about the next price. Not only did the boy not take it, but instead used incredible means to catch the sword on the floor under their feet. This level of control over power was simply unimaginable for them.

"Don't do to others what you do not want others to do to you!" Zhang Heyan shook his head. Unexpectedly, the person behind him would reveal his strength so quickly. He was very curious. Who wanted to jump out and die?

With a light wave of his hand, the hidden weapon seemed to have received strange power and flew backwards from him and stabbed him on the man.

Before Zhang Heyan could even take action, someone was arrested, and the man fell to the ground in the moment of the dart. The little Taoist Chengyuan ran very fast and had already walked to the person among the people around him.

"He is dead, the dart is poisonous!" He stuck out his tongue with guilt, and then got into the crowd.

Song Mingzhe quickly took him out. It was not easy to do too many lessons at this time. He could only stare at the little Taoist priest with his eyes and hide him deeper in the crowd.

"It seems that someone is really instructing me." Zhang Heyan waved his hand, and the man's body slowly floated over from a distance. He could see that it was the inner breath he used, but the people around him did not feel the flow of gas, as if the man was floating over.

He never thought that these eight sects were very important enemies. Even if they kept saying that they would not leave any one, Song Mingzhe could return to the mountain with the fire of the entire sect, and there was no one behind him, which showed the purpose of these people.

Zhang Heyan reached out and took off the dart, "Did you make this poison? You died in one second, without even a sound."

Wang Lun shook his head, and he pulled Luo Shan back, who seemed to be still angry, "If we really have this ability, then we still need to occupy Zhenwu Mountain?"

"So, is it fun to be used as a gun?" Zhang Heyan asked back, and it was a bit funny to think about it. This group of people have been used as a gun for 60 years, but in the end they still have no repentance.

You should know that in the eyes of the latter, it is possible that just let one person say a word and some people do a small thing. The eight sects have fought with Wudang for sixty years.

Zhang Heyan was more interested in the force behind him. They didn't care about their regrets. This world was never composed of a group of people. If they didn't do many things, many people would push them to do.

"What kind of enemies will the old man meet behind him? He has worked diligently for sixty years and is really a bit persistent!" Zhang Heyan thought, but these people only dare to use these methods until now, and they must be much stronger.

So he gathered his eyes back, "Next, it's time to talk about you, Master Zhang, will you tell me?"

"With Uncle Yan, I?" Zhang Mingshang was stunned. But he was the leader of the faction and quickly realized that he had to settle the score!

The sect also left stories about Uncle Master. He was jealous of evil and had no gentleman to take revenge. It was not too late for ten years. From going down the mountain to fighting again, there was a grudge, but he was avenged at that time.

It seems that the uncle of the junior teacher has mastered such excellent moral character. He thought this way in his heart, but his movements in his hands were not slow. He immediately said, "The eight gates occupied my mountain gate and even cleared all the industries under the mountain. Now he trapped all my people on the top of the mountain. What he did was obvious!"

The remaining group of people standing were almost crying. Brother, are you trapping us on the mountain gate now? You asked us to leave, and we will immediately return all the things we snatched you and double them again?

"This...we can explain..." Wang Lun said repeatedly. Even with his current wisdom, he felt a little lost. Even though this young Taoist priest did not actually do anything too out of line, his every move seemed to hit their hearts.

"Okay, you Wudang will be here. You haven't done anything very good in the past few decades." Zhang Heyan said, looking at the Wudang people with a little embarrassed expression.

"My master made a statement that was not worthy of Zhenwu, and engraved these words on the entire world. However, in the past sixty years, you Wudang have never done anything worthy of praise except for expanding with his reputation and maintaining success?"

Zhang Heyan's speech was neither biased nor sheltered, and directly pointed out the most criticized point of the Wudang Sect in the past few decades. In fact, the summary was just one sentence, "Without virtue, you should take out some of the many things."

After talking about Wudang, he continued to talk about the remaining people, "It seems that I can still look at you differently. The sect is doing well, which is a good thing for the entire Xiangzhou, isn't it?"

At least these people were completely unfair along the way, and the shops or fields were preserved quite well. Even the tavern in Wudang, if Fang Hao, the young master of the Iron Sect, wanted to slander Wudang's reputation, there would probably be no subsequent stories.

"But, you will naturally have to pay a price after you say something. If you want to attack Wudang, you must do the punishment you receive after you fail. I will not take your life. Let's leave some skills alone before leaving!"

"Hey! You little Taoist priest is not old and speaks arrogantly. Grandpa is standing here. Do you have the ability to come and get it?" How could Luo Shan be able to bear this bad temper?

Just as he finished speaking, a young man who was more violent than him emerged from the crowd, "Dad, are you still listening to this little Taoist priest talking nonsense? Isn't it all over if I kill him?"

"The Ninth Sword, split the mountain!" The young man looked very similar to the leader of the Nine Swords. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be Luo Hu in Fang Hao's mouth.

Zhang Heyan could not really be abusive to such a irritable young man. He didn't even use this, covering the entire Zhenwu Mountain. He used the power of the formation, but most of the time he didn't want to be too hard, but this guy wanted to attack him directly?

It was still Tai Chi starting, Zhang Heyan stood there without moving, and the whisk was not even taken off, and his left hand gently swung, "Tai Chi, Yang Hand!"
Chapter completed!