Zhang Heyan can be regarded as the most orthodox Taoist priest among the people, and among everyone present, the only person who did not hold a weapon in his hand. The only thing he held in his hand that had slightly had something to do with the weapon was the whisk in his hand.

"Everyone is from the iron gate, not even from any other sect, but he is good at making a plan!" Zhang Heyan said, "But he is very fucking. It is obvious that the battle has not really started. You have even thought about the division, right?"

"You are really talented in Wudang. Where did this come from? If you give you a few more years, you might as well have another Zhang Hongdao!" Fang Hao said. He was obviously only in his 20s, but the ruthless and decisive words were hard to match.

"Uncle Master..." Seeing that Zhang and Yan were about to step out of their protection circle in a few steps, Song Mingzhe quickly shouted, "The poison of the iron door hidden weapon must be innate, be careful!"

It’s a pity that all their energy is used to attack the hidden weapons out of their bodies. Although the Wudang true energy that comes out in conjunction can relieve their fatigue well, it also limits their ability to move extra movements.

Zhang Heyan waved his hand and signaled that he didn't care. He slowly walked out of the crowd and faced the overwhelming hidden weapon...

"Since you all say that this matter is inseparable from my master, then today, I, the apprentice, will help him end it!"

His eyes were vague, as if he had returned to the time when he was learning skills with his master. At that time, he knew what some things mean to him when he was young.

"Heyan, the first day of learning Taoism, I will teach you Tai Chi for your teacher!" The small figure followed his old and kind figure and stood on the cliff together, with his fleshy palms slapping "a big watermelon".

He has learned Taoism and methods for fifteen years and practiced medical skills for fifteen years. Even if he learns dreams, he is the method of dreaming, and he practices innate ways. He has put down everything, and only this style of Tai Chi has never stopped.

"Tai Chi, Yin Hand!" Zhang Heyan put down the whisk in his hand and stood in front of everyone, slowly waving his palms as if he was a child.

He was very slow in boxing, just like when his master first demonstrated it to himself. He started and raised his hand, and he didn't even move his feet, so he drew a circle in front of him indifferently.

The fragments of hidden weapons that drifted all over the sky like rain flowers seemed to feel his summoning, flying from the air, group of airflows, as if they had their own consciousness, wrapped in hidden weapons flying all over the sky, slowly turned into his hands.

The wind rises from momentum.

Clouds move with the wind.

Just on this slowly growing official road, in front of this small tavern with no one in front and behind, the air began to surging gradually, and all the hidden weapons flying in front of the young man seemed to have lost their own strength at this moment and gradually gathered in front of the young man.

"This... is this Tai Chi?" The Wudang disciples were very shocked. Even though almost everyone's introductory boxing was Tai Chi, they had never thought that the Tai Chi that seemed ordinary and even spread throughout the country could actually play such a terrifying effect in the hands of uncles!

The boxing technique, which even looked a little slow and slow in their hands, was still so slow that they could see the movements of each life, but between the strokes, strokes, closing and closing, it seemed that it could hinder the general trend of the world, and attract all the surrounding auras to remain steady without being released!

"Sure enough, the uncle of the junior teacher did not come prepared. He was even more terrifying than the uncle of the master back then!" Song Mingzhe sighed. Although he had expected to see this scene, he never thought that the scene would be like this!

"Is that old guy's disciple? I want to see when you can last!" Fang Hao was also angry at this time. This time, he did not inform anyone of him in order to win the best interests of the iron door.

If these people can be brought up the mountain with affection, or with their heads up the mountain, the results will actually be the same. In the future, they will be able to get the most plump piece of meat.

But if today's action fails, not only will the entire iron door pay the price for his rash actions, but even his identity as a direct heir will make many elders reconsider it.

He felt ruthless, but his movements were not slow, and his fans were flying even more. Countless hidden weapons were directly shot out with his movements. Moreover, this time he really invested a lot, and his internal energy gushed out.

After seeing this action, everyone around him did not hold back. The hidden weapons filled with terrifying power came out in full bloom. It seemed like a box of metal storm was stuffed around them, and these things could splash out from anywhere.

However, Zhang Heyan still stood in front of everyone, neither anxious nor slow, nor slow, and slowly, while the wind was rising, causing a stream of dust to rise.

After all, their ideas were miscalculated. The hidden weapons that were used to fire and those fine needles that had been quenched with the death-death poison were unable to get close to these Taoists at all.

Zhang Heyan's hand was filled with endless airflow of hidden weapons. At this moment, it had expanded to a size of half a human. No one dared to approach him. He was scraped by these hidden weapons, but there was no reason to survive.

However, the movements in many people stopped at this moment. The iron door had already thrown away the hidden weapon in their hands and had to come forward all over. They were still holding the iron fan made of fine steel in their hands. Although it was still surrounded, the fear in their eyes was much stronger.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on Zhang Heyan. He was still slowly practicing Tai Chi at this time, but his spirit and spirituality had also improved greatly. He was no longer the kind of at a loss when he went down the mountain. He gradually became calm and calm.

He knew his combat power and what level he was in this world. The old Taoist taught him nothing except his ability. He had to walk through this world well!

Although he was thinking a lot of these things, his movements were getting smaller and smaller, and he gradually stood firm, with one hand behind his back and the other holding the hidden weapon in the other hand, and slowly walked to the iron door everyone.

The strong wind blew on everyone, but the air mass in the young man's hands made the entire iron door dare not act rashly. He looked gentle and walked around everyone and gathered them all together.

"The original item is returned!"

All the wind seemed to be concentrated in one piece, and gradually gathered in his hands, turning into a ball of iron that could not distinguish between size and content, falling down!

"Nephemer Song, Nephemer Yin, it's getting late, let's get off early! We'll go up the mountain tomorrow!"

Zhang Heyan no longer cared about the group of people who were so dull that they seemed to be speechless. Instead, he waved his hand gently, picked up the whisk he had just put on the ground, found a corner in the tavern, and sat down slowly.
Chapter completed!