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

When Zhang Wuji saw Song Qingshu appear, he was immediately delighted. He quickly asked his grandfather to sit down where he was. Then he pressed both of his palms on the key points on his back, speeding up the flow of his internal energy.

When Tang Wenliang heard Song Qingshu say that he wanted to settle an old score, he immediately thought of the incident when Zhang Cuishan committed suicide on Mount Wudang.

However, the other five sects were also present at that time, so the blame cannot be solely attributed to the Kongtong sect.

"Master Song, when the six major sects agreed to join forces to wipe out the Demon Sect, we made an alliance. Why is it that the Wudang Sect wants to protect the White-browed Old Man who protects the Demon Sect today?"

Tang Wenliang was afraid of the prestige of Wudang Sect in the martial arts world and did not want to offend them easily. Moreover, Song Qingshu was only a third-generation disciple of Wudang Sect. It must be Song Yuanqiao and others who were behind it, otherwise he would never be so bold.

Yu Lianzhou's words are the best proof.

"Back then, my Junior Brother Wuji was stranded in Butterfly Valley and healed the wounds of a Kongtong Sect disciple Jian Jie who was injured by Granny Jinhua."

Song Qingshu did not wait for Song Yuanqiao to speak, and said loudly: "But Jian Jie turned his kindness into enmity and tried to harm my Junior Brother Wuji. Shouldn't he settle this account as well?"

Tang Wenliang's heart trembled. Jian Jie was indeed his disciple of Kongtong Sect, and was also known as "Holy Hand Galan" in the martial arts world. However, he suddenly disappeared without a trace nearly ten years ago. He thought something had happened to him somewhere.

But when Song Qingshu brought up this matter at this time, no matter whether it was true or false, it was obvious that he wanted to make things difficult for the Kongtong Sect.

Zhang Wuji, who was treating his grandfather's injuries, also found it strange. That year, Jian Jie, Xue Gongyuan and others from the Kongtong Sect and the Huashan Sect wanted to kill him and Yang Buhui and eat their meat like cattle and sheep because they couldn't find food. Their vicious faces were still unforgettable.

But I don’t know how Song Qingshu knew this.

"Ah, yes!"

Tang Wenliang thought of Zhang Wuji's mother, Yin Susu, who was the daughter of Yin Tianzheng. He thought that the Wudang Sect had to step in to stop it because of this relationship.

Yu Lianzhou saw his nephew's fate and thought he had heard his words, so he stepped forward and said, "Brother Tang, Sect Leader Yin is seriously injured. It would be unfair to fight him again."

"Why not leave the person to me?"

Zong Weixia, one of the five elders of Kongtong Sect, saw this and jumped over the crowd to stand with Tang Wenliang, saying loudly: "There is only one word for reason in the world. Since it was Kongtong Sect that challenged this old man first, no matter how strong your Wudang Sect is, you should not interfere."

His words implicated Zhang Sanfeng as well. Song Yuanqiao did not want to cause any trouble, so he said in a deep voice, "Second brother, Qingshu, let him go!"

"Thank you everyone from Wudang Sect. Elder Yin said that the people from Kongtong Sect are not qualified to fight him. I will teach him the Seven Wounds Fist!"

At this time, Zhang Wuji had already finished healing Yin Tianzheng's injuries, and Yin Tianzheng was overjoyed to see that his grandson was still alive and had mastered powerful martial arts, so he readily agreed to let him fight on his behalf.

"What a hero, what a man!"

When Yu Lianzhou heard his senior brother speak, he sighed and stepped aside, but he repeated what he had just said, and it was obvious that he would not give up after returning to Central Plains.

"Mr. Zeng, who ordered you to come here to take the lead?"

Tang Wenliang didn't want to have any more disputes with the Wudang Sect, so he turned a deaf ear to Yu Lianzhou's words. He waited for him and Song Qingshu to leave before shouting at Zhang Wuji.

"The culprit is right here. I just hope that the six major sects can stop fighting the Ming Cult. I am not being instigated by anyone."

"wishful thinking!"

Tang Wenliang snorted coldly, "I am settling accounts with old thief Yin, who do you think you are? Get out of here!" Zhang Wuji only wanted to resolve the grudge between the two sides and did not want to start another dispute. He answered loudly, "The Kongtong sect is famous for its Seven Wounds Fist, but I think Senior Tang's Seven Wounds Fist has not yet been mastered."

At this time, Zhang Wuji possessed two magical skills, Nine Yang Manual and Great Shift of the Universe. No one on the scene could match him except Song Qingshu. He also received the essentials of the Seven Injury Fist from Xie Xun, and he immediately pointed out the disadvantages of the Seven Injury Fist, namely "hurting oneself first, then hurting others".

The five elders of Kongtong became more and more surprised the more they listened. Zong Weixia, Tang Wenliang and Chang Jingzhi had fought with Zhang Wuji continuously but could not gain any advantage. Instead, the opponents repaid Zhang Wuji with kindness and used their internal energy to heal Chang Jingzhi's injuries.

"The Seven Wounds Fist manual that your sect lost was also the work of Cheng Kun. What's more, although the Shaolin Temple's holy monk Kong Jian died under the Golden Lion King's Seven Wounds Fist, it was also instigated by Cheng Kun!"

Zhang Wuji had profound internal strength, and even when fighting with others he was still able to speak. He just happened to start from the beginning and recount everything that Cheng Kun had said after he sneaked into Bright Summit yesterday.

Each and every incident was so seamless that it seemed as if they had seen it with their own eyes. The more the people from the six major sects listened, the more frightened they became. He was only in his early twenties, and if many of these old acquaintances were not mentioned by the parties involved, he would have no idea where to start even if he wanted to make up stories.

Especially Tang Wenliang and Chang Jingzhi, who were indeed injured by the mysterious man with Hunyuan Gong, causing blood-red spots to appear all over their bodies.

Now that they finally know the truth, although they won't say it out loud, they are certain in their hearts that the monk Yuanzhen from Shaolin Temple must be Cheng Kun.

"Amitabha."

"Donor Zeng, you have repeatedly slandered the reputation of our Shaolin Sect. What is your intention? Hurry up and hand over Junior Brother Yuan Zhen. Otherwise, even though we monks are supposed to be compassionate, we will not tolerate your sinister intentions!"

The Shaolin sect's great monk Kongwen was in charge of the temple and did not come to Kunlun Mountain, so the two great monks Kongzhi and Kongxing led the disciples to go into battle.

Kong Xing saw that this country boy who called himself Zeng Aniu was putting all the blame on Yuan Zhen, which was undoubtedly slandering the Shaolin Sect in public, so he naturally could not let it go.

"Hey!"

Monk Shuo Bu De was also a monk, and he immediately shouted: "The truth is clearly before our eyes, but some people insist on listening to one side and believing it. I don't know what sutra they are chanting or what Buddha they believe in?"

Wei Yixiao had the best relationship with Shuo Bu De, and he immediately agreed, "Perhaps the monk knows it very well, but he just can't put down his face and admit it in public. This style of acting without taking responsibility is more like the devil's cult than us!"

Kong Xing was even more angry at the two's sarcastic remarks, "Boy, I'm going to kill you today, so prepare to die!"

After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Wuji to reply, he bent the five fingers of his right hand into claws and grabbed him directly on the head.

The martial arts used by Kong Xing is the Dragon Claw Hand, one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple. It is indestructible and unrivaled in the world.

Zhang Wuji had never seen such a fierce and brutal claw technique, so he chose to avoid it for the time being, and only dodged with lightness skills without taking the attack.

At this moment, three people from the Shaolin Sect suddenly rushed out and ran straight towards Cheng Kun, obviously wanting to take the person back to avoid making a fool of himself in public.

"Where are you going, three great monks?"

The leading monk Yuanyin saw that it was Song Qingshu who was blocking the way again, and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Could it be that the Wudang Sect is determined to make things difficult for my Shaolin Sect?"

"That's a bad word."

Song Qingshu shook his head slowly. "Cheng Kun's stirring up trouble in the martial arts world is just the tip of the iceberg. His joining the Mongolian court and attempting to overthrow the Central Plains martial arts world is the most important thing. Before this matter comes to a conclusion, it is better for the six major sects to witness it together."

After all, you did the same thing ten years ago on Mount Wudang. (End of this chapter)