Wudang Mountain, Zhong Tianshenxiu!

Wudang was originally a quiet place, but now it is full of people!

This day is the 100th birthday of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang. Naturally, there are countless people who worship their birthday here.

Suddenly, a shout came from afar: "Look... someone is coming from Shaolin!"

But I saw a group of monks with a hint of kindness. However, these monks had a fierce look in their eyes and had no intention of being a monk at all!

"Amitabha... Shaolin comes to pay homage to his birthday!"

After a word falls, Wudang disciples will naturally welcome him. Shaolin is a great sect in the martial arts world, and Wudang cannot neglect him.

The disciples of Wudang welcomed him, but they also sued him: "The master said that you need to put down your weapons when you enter Wudang!"

As the disciple said, he had already pointed to a stone tablet. The stone tablet was carved: Sword Exercise Pool!

The "Sword Removal Pool" is where the weapons are put down, which is the rule set by Zhang Sanfeng!

Shaolin was silent for a while, and finally put down his weapons and walked into Wudang Mountain!

When Shaolin left, the Emei Sect was followed by. The Emei Sect basically led the way to practice, and each disciple was completely beautiful. The leader was Miejue and the head of the Emei Sect.

When the Emei Sect entered, the long sword in his hand was naturally put down. However, a divine sword was ignored, and this sword was the Yitian Sword!

When Emei entered Wudang Mountain, many sects of all sizes came. Not to mention Kongtong, Huashan, Kunlun... these big sects in the world, even the Beggars' Sect, Canghai Gang... These small sects also met with each other!

Soon after, Wudang Mountain had returned to silence. Most of the martial arts forests had gathered in Wudang Mountain, so naturally no one gathered at the foot of the mountain.

Several Wudang disciples guarded this place and did not dare to neglect them at all.

Suddenly, a pair of young girls walked towards the mountain road in the distance!

The girl's veil covers her appearance and exudes a cool air all over her body. This veil can't hide the girl's peerless charm.

A good boy is so evil. His face is even more beautiful than a woman and whiter than a woman... If it weren't for the masculinity of this boy, many people would have thought that this boy was a white-faced scholar.

The young girl came here and took her slow down at the foot of Wudang Mountain!

The Wudang disciples stared at the two of them, and a hint of surprise appeared in their eyes.

The martial arts sects have entered, and the birthday party is about to begin. These two people are a little late!

Wudang disciples dare not neglect. You must know that today is the 100th birthday of Zhenren Zhang. If they make mistakes, they will definitely not be able to take advantage of it!

The Wudang disciples did not dare to neglect them, and they clasped their fists and said respectfully: "Thank you for your congratulations, but the two magical weapons..."

Before he finished speaking, he pointed to the "Xiejianchi Pond" beside him.

The two swords, the scabbards are simple and even more cold. One carries a gentleman, and the other carries a lady. The two swords are the lady sword and the gentleman sword!

The visitors were Ling Tian, ​​Yang Bing, Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Sword. Although this was news, this matter was also the responsibility of the ancient tomb lineage, and the ancient tomb lineage naturally appeared here!

Ling Tian held Yang Bingyu's hand and stared at the Junzi Sword: "This sword has a good origin. Even if Zhenren Zhang stood here, he would not dare to slander the sword!"

Cold words are filled with inexplicable domineering.

In the world of laughter, Ling Tian is an emperor, an emperor who controls the world. His body is filled with the aura of emperors, which is completely beyond the reach of Wudang disciples.

The Wudang disciple was shocked and even more angry: "You..."

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew.

A black dot in the sky grew rapidly, and the black dot was a little old and even more inexplicable.

"cry......................"

The shocking cry spread throughout Wudang Mountain.

"Boom..."

The ground was shattered, and this "Sword Removal Pool" was shattered.

The Wudang disciple was stunned and exclaimed: "Monster...this is a monster!"

This is really a monster, four meters high, full of black luster, and a huge sarcoma pressed against the head.

This is the divine sculpture, the divine sculpture of the Lonely Sword Tomb.

Ling Tian did not expect that this divine eagle would still survive in the world. According to Yang Bing, the divine eagle was dying back then, and Yang Guo mobilized his connections to find countless magic medicines to finally save the divine eagle.

The Divine Eagle may evolve again and become a monster.

The Divine Cong’s eyes are sharp, like a sharp divine sword.

The Wudang disciple exclaimed and ran directly towards Wudang Mountain.

Ling Tian chuckled: "Brother Diao...Let's go!"

Holding Yang Bing's jade hand, he slowly walked towards Wudang Mountain.

The Divine Eagle followed, as if protecting Ling Tian and Yang Bing.

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"Monster...Monster..."

The Wudang disciples shouted, but it attracted the surprise of some guard disciples.

Then Ling Tian and Yang Bing came, and the Divine Eagle also stepped forward slowly.

"Tread..."

The ground shattered and a terror came.

Hundreds of Wudang disciples drew out their long swords and stared at the demon-like god-like eagle.

Suddenly, a angrily shout came from Zixiao Palace in the distance: "Who is making noise here!"

The dark Taoist robe had a faint majesty, and her body was filled with a faint aura.

This person is Song Yuanqiao of Wudang and the head of Wudang.

Song Yuanqiao walked out and stared into the distance, his eyes trembled: "This is...This is..."

Song Yuanqiao was also shocked. This was completely a demon.

"cry............."

The god eagle sang, its wings had spread out, and a majestic wind was brewing.

Yang Bing looked at the Divine Diao calmly and gently stroked it: "Diao'er... don't get angry!"

Ling Tian chuckled, it was really interesting that this divine eagle was made into a divine eagle. According to Yang Bing, Xiaolongnu called the divine eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle eagle e

The deity slowly withdrew its wings, but its sharp eyes stared into the distance.

Ling Tian bulged the true qi, Ziwei acupoint, Dragon Elephant acupoint, Jade Juan true qi... Three kinds of true qi brewed, but it made a shocking roar: "Follow the ancient tomb, I will pay homage to Zhenren Zhang!"

The roaring sound spreads directly to the sky.

The true qi of Ling Tian’s three acupoints is stirred, and this thick true qi is definitely comparable to the eighth level of acquired nature.

At this moment, the entire Wudang Hall had fallen silent.

An old Taoist calmed down and his mind trembled, and he slowly stood up: "The descendant of the ancient tomb, the descendant of the god-emblem hero!"

After a word fell, all the martial arts sects were alarmed. The God Condor Hero, this name is no stranger to it. This was the existence that dominated the world back then!

They were all alarmed and walked out of the hall.

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Chapter completed!