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

Song Yuanqiao saw that the other party was indeed from the Mongolian court. After taking a look at Song Qingshu, he said in a deep voice: "The Yuan people are brutal, and the Mongolian emperor is even more perverse."

"The Wudang Sect will fight the Mongolian Tartars to the end. Even if we are destroyed, we will still have a loyal heart!"

Zhao Min did not say anything after hearing this. She just tapped her white jade folding fan gently on her hand. Someone behind her immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Song, you are so ignorant. Your Wudang sect will be wiped out in an instant, starting with your son!"

"You rat, you dare to come out and speak nonsense again relying on your numbers?"

The person who shouted loudly was the Mongolian warrior who attacked Wudang and Huashan sects at night near Yumen Pass that day.

Although he and Song Qingshu only exchanged two moves, he knew very well that this young man's martial arts skills were unfathomable, even better than Song Yuanqiao and others. Therefore, when he saw his junior brother Gangxiang, who was disguised as Shaolin Sect's Kongxiang, capturing someone, he felt that a huge hidden danger had been eliminated.

But seeing that Song Qingshu looked calm and even started to ridicule him, he couldn't help but hesitate again.

Seeing her men's fearful expressions, Zhao Min guessed Song Qingshu's identity. The reason why they failed to take down the Wudang and Huashan sects was mostly because of this man.

"Since Mr. Song is so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude. Anyone who dares not to submit will be beheaded immediately!"

Just as he finished speaking, three more people from the dozen or so behind him appeared and stood together with the Mongolian warrior. One was a thin monk, one was a Western Hu man with a high nose and deep eyes, and the other one lowered his head and eyebrows so that no one could see his face clearly.

These four people are either profound and sturdy, or have graceful movements, and there is also a strange person whose martial arts style is unknown.

Song Yuanqiao was shocked, thinking that although the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation was powerful, there were only four fellow disciples left, and there were also three or four generations of disciples in the sect. It would be difficult for him to deal with the siege of so many masters and three or four hundred people.

"hey-hey!"

Just as the battle was about to break out, a sinister sneer suddenly came from outside the hall. Before everyone could see clearly, a green figure flashed close.

"Wei Yixiao, the subordinate of Master Zhang of the Ming Cult, greets Master Song and all the heroes of the Wudang Sect!"

At Guangmingding, Song Yuanqiao and others had all seen Wei Yixiao. With his incredible lightness skills, there was naturally no one else who knew him. But how did the Ming Cult come to Wudang Mountain, and who was the Master Zhang he mentioned, was unknown at this time.

"King Wei, there is no need to be so polite. I wonder what advice you have for me after coming all the way here?"

Although Wei Yixiao was respectful, the Ming Cult always behaved strangely and eccentrically. Song Yuanqiao didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, so he was still a little wary.

"I don't deserve the title of a disciple, but the Ming Cult wants to settle old scores with these scoundrels. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

After saying this, Wei Yixiao turned to look at Zhao Min, his face darkening, "Miss Zhao, let's not talk about the poisoning at Green Willow Villa for now, why are you pretending to be a member of the Ming Cult and ruining its reputation?"

Zhao Min was not afraid at all and smiled, "I treated you warmly with good intentions, but I didn't ask you to touch the sword. It was obviously your own carelessness, how can you blame me?"

The sword was indeed pulled out by Zhou Dian out of curiosity, which caused the people of Mingjiao to be poisoned. Wei Yixiao was speechless and said, "The words in the Shaolin Temple that read "Destroy Shaolin first, then Wudang" were carved by you, right?

"If you have a grudge against the Central Plains martial arts world, the Ming Cult will naturally not intervene. But if you want to put the blame on the Ming Cult, I, Wei Yixiao, cannot ignore it!"

The man beside Zhao Min stepped forward and said in a hoarse voice, "The Frost Palm is nothing special. You are not worthy of shouting in front of my master."

Wei Yixiao saw that this man was hiding his true intentions but knew his martial arts very well, so he immediately took a stance and said, "In front of the Wudang Sect, the Ice Palm is naturally nothing, but it is still better than you, a rat who has surrendered to a foreign race and even forgotten his ancestors."

The man was unwilling to show his true face, and he felt guilty, but was exposed by Wei Yixiao, so he couldn't help but step forward to attack. Suddenly, there was a noise behind him, and it turned out that a bag came from nowhere and covered several people in the blink of an eye, which caused the chaos.

"The five scattered disciples under the Mingjiao leader Zhang, Budai Monk, have met Hero Song and the heroes of Wudang Sect!"

"Master, you have come a long way and worked hard."

At this time, Song Yuanqiao had already understood that the Ming Cult came to oppose the Mongolian court. He felt relieved for a moment, but then he thought that it would be bad for the Wudang Sect to have too much connection with the Ming Cult.

When Zhao Min saw Wei Yixiao and Shuo Dede appear one after another, she couldn't help but frown slightly. She thought that the people from the Ming Cult were really lingering around, and Zhang Wuji hadn't shown up yet, so she didn't know what they were planning.

"Where's that brat Zhang Wuji? Tell him to come out and see me!"

But he was not angry and said with a smile: "Miss Zhao is beautiful, and our sect leader Zhang is a young hero. They are really a match made in heaven and earth."

As soon as these words were spoken, the men Zhao Min brought with her started to curse. However, Song Qingshu saw that Zhao Min did not retort, but instead a blush appeared on her face, which showed more shame than anger. He knew that the two of them had already had a disguised physical relationship.

Speaking of which, although Zhang Wuji seems to be honest, he is not necessarily a kind person.

When he was healing Yin Tianzheng, Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, he could do it through their clothes. But when it came to Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo, he had to take off their clothes for fear that his skills would not be enough.

Haha, is it possible that your Nine Yang Divine Art, Master Zhang, cannot even penetrate the shoes and socks that Zhao Min is wearing?

In the end, he had to hold the other person's jade feet in his hands before he would give up. He was really calculating.

"Miss Zhao is too cunning and ruthless. She is not a good match for our leader."

The shouting and cursing in the hall had not yet stopped when they were drowned out by this heroic voice. It turned out to be Yang Xiao, the Left Protector of the Ming Cult, who came with Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King.

Seeing that there were more and more Ming Cult masters, Zhao Min thought that today's task might be difficult to accomplish, but she had already created such a momentum and she must not return empty-handed.

"Everyone in the martial arts world says that the Wudang Sect is a famous and upright sect, but they never thought that it was secretly colluding with the Demon Sect and relying on others for its support. Could it be that it has to hide behind and rely entirely on the support of the Demon Sect?"

Wei Yixiao has always been conceited, but he had never thought that he had fallen into the trap set by the little girl Zhao Min at Green Willow Villa. He said coldly, "When Master Zhang was dominating the martial arts world, your grandfather was probably still in his mother's womb. What does a child know?"

The man who was going to fight with Wei Yixiao was about to step forward again, but Zhao Min shook her head and said, "We came here today to learn the unique skills of Wudang Sect. No matter which master of Wudang Sect comes to fight, I will accompany him to the end."

"If you are afraid of death and don't dare to fight, just say that the Wudang Sect has gained a reputation in vain. We will never force you. As for the grudges with the Ming Cult, we will settle them in the future."

Seeing her aggressiveness, Song Yuanqiao knew that they would still have to compete in martial arts, so he thanked the people of the Ming Cult first, and then said calmly: "Miss Zhao, if you want to see the martial arts of my Wudang Sect, just draw your way."

At this moment, a man walked out from the back hall of the main hall. When the Wudang Sect members saw him, they hurriedly saluted and called him "Master" and "Grand Master". It was Zhang Sanfeng.

"I am a guest from afar. I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long."

Zhang Sanfeng apologized, then looked around the hall at the situation. Seeing Song Qingshu being held hostage, he couldn't help but smile.

"Qingshu, how long are you going to keep joking?" (End of this chapter)