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

"Little brother, which master are you a disciple of? It seems that you are not from our sect?"

Yin Tianzheng took advantage of Zhang Wuji's delay to secretly regulate his breathing and now he had recovered a little strength. Seeing that Zhang Wuji was protecting him in every way and was even willing to fight on his behalf, he immediately asked.

"I have no sect or school, and I am not affiliated with the Ming Cult or the Sky Eagle Cult. I have just admired Elder Yin for a long time."

Zhang Wuji had never seen his grandfather since he was born, but the two were close relatives. Now that he finally met him, his excitement was definitely not fake. On the contrary, Yin Tianzheng didn't know that the young man in front of him was his grandson, so he was a little dazed.

While the two were talking, some people from the six major sects could no longer hold back and shouted, "There is only Old Man Yin left in the Demon Sect. How can he defeat so many masters from Shaolin and Wudang!"

"Stop wasting time there, surrender quickly and let us put out the evil fire of the cult and destroy the tablet of the 33rd generation leader!"

Originally, Mo Shenggu was going to compete with Yin Tianzheng on the field. Although Mo Shenggu had a rough personality, he was an upright person. He knew that if the opponent recovered more strength, he would be more difficult to deal with when they started fighting, but he never opened his mouth.

However, other people may not have such a broad mind. Seeing that as long as they defeated Yin Tianzheng, they could completely wipe out the Demon Cult, they immediately started to make a fuss.

"Momo Seven Heroes, I am a humble junior, but I am here to learn the high skills of the Wudang Sect."

Zhang Wuji didn't want to have an argument with the Wudang Sect, but he was afraid that his grandfather would insist on fighting, so he took the lead and approached Mo Shenggu, clasping his fists and bowing.

"You are a young man of great courage, but this is a private matter between our Wudang Sect and the Sky Eagle Cult, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere."

Mo Shenggu didn't even look at them, his eyes were still on Yin Tianzheng, "But this time the six major sects are here for the Ming Cult, and since the Sky Eagle Cult has already established its own sect, there's no point in fighting any further."

"The feud between the two sects can be left for later. The Eagle King will lead the people of the Sky Eagle Sect down the mountain now. The Wudang Sect will ensure that no one will stop them."

Yin Tianzheng looked back at the people from the Ming Cult. Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the Five Wanderers were still unable to move. His son Yin Yewang had just fought with a master from the Shaolin Sect and both were injured and their lives were unknown. The rest of the masters in the sect were no longer able to fight.

"I appreciate the kindness of Mr. Mo Qixia, but as one of the four great Dharma Kings who protect the Ming Cult, there is no reason for me to stay out of today's matter."

"Burn my remains, the holy fire blazes. What joy is there in living, and what pain is there in dying?"

"To do good and to eliminate evil is only for the sake of light. Joy, sorrow, and sadness all return to dust."

"Have pity on the people of this world, for they have so many worries! Have pity on the people of this world, for they have so many worries!"

Yin Tianzheng opened his arms and faced the people from the six major sects alone. He was already tall, and now his hair and beard were spread out, like an eagle spreading its wings.

As soon as these words of the Ming Cult doctrine were uttered, all the Ming Cult members who were still able to speak, from Yang Xiao, the Left Protector of Light to ordinary servants, repeated them in unison.

The noise was so loud that it actually suppressed the noise from the six major sects.

"In that case, I have no choice but to offend you!"

Mo Shenggu drew his sword and went straight for Yin Tianzheng. If Zhang Wuji tried to stop him, it would inevitably become a two-on-one situation, so he had to step aside temporarily.

The battle was evenly matched, with Mo Shenggu using his Seventy-two Finger-Spinning Soft Sword against Yin Tianzheng's Eagle Claw grappling technique.

The two sides fought fast and neither gave in. Their moves were fierce and swift, and no less dangerous than the previous fight between Zhang Songxi and Yin Tianzheng.

"Go!"

The two fought for nearly a hundred moves. Mo Shenggu shouted, and with the help of his internal force, the tip of the sword in his hand bent diagonally and pierced Yin Tianzheng's left arm at an incredible angle.

Yin Tianzheng stretched out his arm, which was more than half an inch longer, and grabbed Mo Shenggu's right shoulder.

"I have been fighting for half my life and have never lost a single move. The reputation of Master Zhang of Wudang Sect is well-deserved!"

Yin Tianzheng slowly loosened his grip. Mo Shenggu knew that if he exerted all his strength to grab him, his shoulder bone would be shattered. Seeing that the other party was showing mercy, he felt ashamed and let go and drew away his sword.

"Old Senior Yin!" Seeing the blood gushing out of his grandfather's arm, Zhang Wuji hurried over to bandage his wound. When the monk Kongzhi and nun Miejue saw that Mo Shenggu was defeated, their eyes fell on Song Yuanqiao.

"Wudang Sect's Great Hero Song, Second Hero Yu, and Sixth Hero Yin have not yet made their move. Yin Tianzheng is definitely not able to resist them alone."

Song Yuanqiao and the other two were unwilling to take advantage of others' misfortune, but they also thought about the overall situation. While they were hesitating, they were overtaken by Tang Wenliang, one of the five elders of Kongtong Sect.

"Yin Tianzheng, it's time for us to settle old scores!"

Mo Shenggu put aside his past grudges and continued to defend the Sky Eagle Sect in front of the six major sects. Tang Wenliang's behavior was really despicable, and the difference between the two was obvious.

But at this critical juncture, everyone hoped to eradicate the evil cult as soon as possible, so they all watched coldly.

"Little brother, thank you for stopping the bleeding and healing my wounds."

After several fierce battles, Yin Tianzheng was stabbed in the left arm by Mo Shenggu. He was no longer able to continue fighting, but when he saw that the clown-like Tang Wenliang dared to challenge him, he suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit in his heart. He would never let his reputation be ruined by this man.

"Mr. Tang, come on!"

But his injuries were too severe. After struggling to get up, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes. If Zhang Wuji had not supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I am Wuji, I am your grandson Zhang Wuji!"

Seeing that his grandfather was still trying to fight, Zhang Wuji finally couldn't bear it anymore. While using the Nine Yang Magic Art to transfer internal energy to Yin Tianzheng, he whispered his identity.

"Wuji child?"

Yin Tianzheng was feeling this powerful internal force, and in just a few moments he cleared two or three blocked areas in his body. However, when he heard that the person in front of him was actually his grandson, he was extremely surprised.

"This is a life-and-death duel. Do I have to wait for you for a year or two to recover from your injuries?"

Tang Wenliang finally found this opportunity. If the White-browed Eagle King, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect and one of the Dharma Kings who protect the Ming Cult, died in his hands, it would surely make him famous if the news spread to the martial arts world.

With this in mind, how could he give Yin Tianzheng a chance to catch his breath? He kicked up a fist-sized stone and hit it straight at Yin Tianzheng.

"What a hero, what a man!"

"Oh!"

Yu Lianzhou of the Wudang sect has always been taciturn, but when he saw Tang Wenliang behaving like this, he coldly uttered six words, which seemed to praise Yin Tianzheng for fighting to the death, and also seemed to be ridiculing Tang Wenliang's despicable behavior.

But at this moment, a figure flew into the field with these words, and without seeing how he moved, he grabbed the stone in his palm, and then he clenched his fist and crushed the hard stone into pieces.

"Brother!"

"Qingshu!"

"Son!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Song Qingshu?"

Zhang Wuji, the people from Wudang Sect, Xiao Zhao, Zhou Zhiruo, and everyone present, all looked at Song Qingshu who had suddenly died, wondering why he wanted to stop Tang Wenliang.

"In that case, I also have an old score to settle with you, the Kongtong Sect." (End of this chapter)