I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

In the Kunlun Mountains of the Western Regions, at the Bright Summit, the headquarters of the Ming Cult, there is a very wide square where the sacred fire of the cult is enshrined. At this time, the members of the Ming Cult are fighting a decisive battle with the candidates from the six major sects.

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the Five Scattered Men were all injured by Cheng Kun, while the Sky Eagle Cult and the Five Elements Flag were still engaged in internal strife at this critical juncture when they were facing a formidable enemy.

This eventually led to the six major sects advancing straight in and forming a siege on Bright Summit. Right now the two sides are facing each other on the east and west sides. The number of Ming Cult members on the west side is relatively small, and most of them are injured. The number of the six major sects on the east side is several times that of the Ming Cult. The six teams of people are lined up in a black mass.

Song Qingshu and Xiao Zhao, Zhang Wuji and Cheng Kun entered one after another and happened to see two people fighting fiercely in the square. Moreover, all the ambushes set up by the Ming Cult had been destroyed when they went up the mountain, so no one noticed.

According to the plan, Song Qingshu brought Xiao Zhao back to the Wudang camp. During the two days he was missing, everyone in the Wudang camp thought he might have met with an accident, but the war was too urgent to spare any manpower to look for him.

Suddenly seeing him coming back safe and sound, all the fellow disciples were overjoyed. But when they saw a girl following him, they were confused again.

"Qingshu!"

Mo Shenggu was a stern person. Before anyone else could speak, he said in a deep voice, "How can you be so careless in front of a powerful enemy?"

Yin Liting advised, "Seventh brother, it's good that the people are back. Fourth brother is fighting hard with the White Eyebrow Eagle King right now. Let's talk about it later if there is anything."

When Song Yuanqiao saw his son coming back, he felt relieved, but when he noticed the delicate and pretty woman beside him, he frowned again. However, he was not in a position to ask about the situation in detail.

"There is something very important that must be done. The situation is so pressing that I don't have time to report it, but we will know the result later."

Song Qingshu bowed his hands and apologized, "I hope all the uncles and fellow disciples will bear with me."

At this moment, among the disciples of Emei Sect who were not far from Wudang Sect, Zhou Zhiruo saw Song Qingshu in the crowd. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes fell on Xiao Zhao. After staring at her for a moment, she turned her head and said nothing.

"Old man with white eyebrows, at your age, how can you be a match for the Fourth Hero of Wudang Zhang? Why don't you admit defeat quickly!"

Someone from the six major sects shouted loudly, covering up the sudden disturbance caused by Song Qingshu. Everyone went to the field to watch, wondering who won the match.

I saw a tall and burly old man with white eyebrows and a slightly short but extremely strong middle-aged man, who were competing with each other in internal strength with their four palms.

In the cold winter, hot steam was coming out of the heads of both men. It was obvious that they were trying their best and were determined to see who was taller.

"Senior Brother Song"

Among the Wudang disciples who rushed to the Western Regions this time, the youngest disciple Sun Liang quietly came to Song Qingshu and explained the situation in the field to him in a low voice.

"The six major sects joined forces to besiege Bright Summit, and it was surprisingly successful. The people of the Demon Sect were like headless flies, fighting on their own and could not make any progress at all."

"Master and his friends originally thought that the Demon Cult was deliberately showing weakness and that there would be a fierce battle later. But after arriving at Bright Summit, they discovered that all the leading demons were seriously injured."

At this point, Sun Liang pointed at Yin Tianzheng in the field and said, "If the White-browed Eagle King had not arrived in time and agreed with the Shaolin Temple's monk Kongzhi to fight alone according to the rules of the martial arts world, we would have rushed in and destroyed the Ming Cult and the Sky Eagle Cult."

Song Qingshu nodded and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Sun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the field decided the winner. Zhang Songxi took a step back, although it was only half a move, but he still admitted defeat calmly and withdrew.

"Yin Tianzheng, you have fought several people. Wudang Sect should not use its numbers to bully the weak, but my Third Brother Yu and Fifth Brother Zhang lost one of their members to death because of you. We should finally settle this account today!" Mo Shenggu jumped into the arena and said in a deep voice, "Mo Shenggu from Wudang Sect, come and learn from the White-browed Eagle King's skills!"

When Yin Tianzheng heard him mention his son-in-law, he naturally thought of his daughter Yin Susu, and sighed sadly: "Yes, it's time to put an end to this matter."

Seeing that another fierce battle was about to begin, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Seventh Hero Mo, it's really unfair to use a round-robin battle against an old man!"

As soon as the words were spoken, both the Ming Cult and the six major sects looked in the direction where the shouting came from. They saw a tall young man in tattered clothes pulling an old monk in a gray robe, and no one knew what they were doing.

"Cheng Kun!"

"Brother Yuan Zhen?"

Yang Xiao and others who had met Zhang Wuji and Cheng Kun were all stunned, and the disciples of Shaolin Temple were even more shocked. Yuan Zhen had a high seniority in the temple, so how could he be standing with a strange young man, and he seemed to be seriously injured?
Zhang Wuji realized that his whereabouts were exposed, so he simply stopped hiding. Yin Tian was his grandfather, and Mo Shenggu was his uncle who treated him like his own son. No matter which of them got hurt, he would regret it deeply.

"You are Zeng Aniu who received three palm strikes from Young Master Song of the Wudang Sect that day!"

Among the six major sects, someone remembered that it was this young man who saved the people of Hongshui Banner that day, and he shouted immediately.

At this point, Zhang Wuji didn't care about much, and flew into the arena with Cheng Kun, blocking Yin Tianzheng, and bowed to everyone, saying: "Junior Zeng Aniu, this time the six major sects besieged the Ming Cult, in fact, someone secretly instigated it.

"Fortunately, the culprit has been captured. He is Cheng Kun, the Master of the Chaos Thunderbolt. Therefore, I would like to ask all the seniors to stop fighting for the time being. The truth will be revealed once we ask them!"

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he was about to untie Cheng Kun's acupoints, but he didn't expect that there was a burst of laughter from the six major sects, and the monks of Shaolin Temple glared at him.

"Where did you come from, you bastard? Do you think we are three-year-old children?"

"Even if you get the Dragon Slaying Sword that can make you the supreme master of the martial arts world, you still have to ask whether the Heavenly Sword of Master Miejue of the Emei Sect agrees!"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you speak so arrogantly here? Are you the reincarnation of Guo Jing, the universally recognized leader of the martial arts world a hundred years ago, or the reincarnation of Zhao Xianren from Mount Hua?"

Amidst all the sarcasm, ridicule and abuse, Zhang Wuji glanced towards the direction of the Wudang Sect. Seeing Senior Brother Song looking at him intently, he took a deep breath and said, "Right and wrong are in the hearts of the people. As long as you know the whole story, the truth will come out!"

The words were spoken neither fast nor slow, but were still clearly audible amidst the noise of hundreds of people. The strength of his internal energy was evident. The masters from various factions immediately put away their contempt and looked at the young man again.

But how could the Shaolin Sect allow others to slander and accuse them at will? Immediately, a monk wearing a red cassock rushed out and shouted angrily: "Whose disciple are you? Who ordered you to do so? How dare you hold my Senior Brother Yuan Zhen hostage!"

Zhang Wuji thought that he couldn't keep pestering him like this, and he had to make Cheng Kun confess his crimes as soon as possible, so he waved his hand to untie his acupoints.

"Cheng Kun, why don't you tell the truth?"

"Ha ha."

Cheng Kun's martial arts skills were abolished, and he was carried by Zhang Wuji from the secret passage of the Ming Cult to the Bright Summit like a chicken. At this moment, he was old and weak, but he laughed. (End of this chapter)