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

"Qingshu, how long are you going to keep joking?"

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng appeared, he attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that he is a god-like figure, but no one knows how strong he is, because all the people who have fought with him are no longer alive, and in recent decades, no one has dared to challenge him head-on.

There are rumors in the martial arts world, such as "He has been holding the Zhenwu sword to fight demons for a decade", "He went to Shaolin alone and attracted thousands of monks in the temple to fight together", "No one in the world is worthy of his attack", etc.

Song Qingshu deliberately allowed himself to be captured by Monk Gangxiang. On the one hand, he wanted to seize the opportunity, and on the other hand, he also wanted to let his master show off his skills. After all, the Tai Chi practiced by the two of them that night was more about the realm of martial arts. Who wouldn't want to see Zhang Sanfeng personally fight the enemy?

However, since he was called out by the Grand Master, Song Qingshu couldn't just stand there and do nothing, so he said, "Yes, Grand Master."

Everyone present was a little confused when they saw that his questions and answers were vague.

Among them, Zhao Min was the quickest-witted. Just as she was about to remind Gangxiang not to be careless, Song Qingshu had already pointed his finger back. Monk Gangxiang had no time to react at all, and the Danzhong acupoint on his chest was hit. His internal energy was immediately unable to flow, and the finger power that could have broken bricks and cracked rocks was no longer available.

"Brother Song!"

Seeing Song Qingshu escape from danger, Zhang Wuji, who had been hiding in the dark waiting for an opportunity to save him, finally showed up. He quickly came up to Zhang Sanfeng, knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Grand Master, I, Zhang Wuji, kowtow to you!"

Although Zhang Sanfeng had already learned from Song Qingshu that Zhang Wuji was still alive, he was still overjoyed to see him with his own eyes. He reached out his hand to help him up and looked him over carefully.

"Good boy, Cuishan must be very pleased to see you grow up!"

Zhang Wuji had been away from Wudang Mountain for ten years. Now he finally returned. When he heard his grandmaster mention his father, he couldn't help but think of all the past events. Tears welled up in his eyes and he couldn't control himself for a long time.

Yang Xiao and the others saw Zhang Wuji coming and came forward to greet him. Yin Tianzheng even said with a smile, "Master Zhang, congratulations on having such a good disciple."

Zhang Sanfeng cupped his hands and said, "Brother Yin, congratulations on having such a wonderful grandson."

The two sides reunited after a long separation, and the joy they felt diluted the solemn atmosphere in the Sanqing Palace. However, Zhao Min cursed, "What good disciple and grandson, what good grandson? They are just two old men who raised a cunning and stubborn little devil!"

"Master Zhang, there is no need to waste time. As long as your disciples can get rid of my three servants, everyone will admit that your Wudang Kung Fu is well-deserved."

Zhao Min's plan to have Gang Xiang launch a surprise attack on Zhang Sanfeng failed, so she wanted to provoke him with words. If you, Zhang Sanfeng, were to take action yourself, it would be like bullying the weak.

"Ada, Aer, Asan, tell us what you have done recently so that the Wudang Sect can hear you. Are you qualified to ask them for some advice?"

Ah San stepped forward and said, "I was just on the northwest road, using finger force to break the dragon claw hand of Shaolin monk Kong Xing. That head is the evidence."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd in the hall was immediately shocked. Although Song Yuanqiao and others were highly skilled in martial arts, they might not be able to guarantee a complete victory. Therefore, Zhang Wuji immediately turned around and said, "Miss Zhao, since you want to learn the unique skills of the Wudang Sect, let me take over."

Zhao Min knew that if Wudang Sect and Ming Cult were to be united, there would be no good thing today, so she sneered and said, "You are the leader of Ming Cult, when did you become a disciple of Wudang Sect? Besides, your Great Shift of the Universe and Seven Wounds Fist are not Wudang Sect martial arts, right?"

Seeing that Zhao Min had investigated his background so thoroughly, Zhang Wuji was speechless for a moment.

Although he learned some Wudang Kung Fu from his father when he was young, looking at the three servants mentioned by Zhao Min, Ah Da was a thin old man holding the sword of Yitian in his hand.

Ah Er also had a thin figure, but his temples were sunken and his head was completely bald, showing that he had extremely high internal strength.

Ah San was vigorous and strong, with a body like an iron tower and exaggerated bulging muscles. He must have practiced a very strong external martial arts. If he only used his three moves and two styles to fight the enemy, he really had no chance of winning. Thinking of this, his eyes fell on Song Qingshu.

"From the match where Senior Brother Song defeated Nun Miejue, his internal strength should be as good as mine, but I don't know how good his fist and kick skills are."

Yu Lianzhou had the same idea. He had the best martial arts among the Five Wudang Heroes. But even if he could defeat Ah San, he would not be able to compete with Ah Er in internal strength. As for Ah Da who was holding the Heavenly Sword, no one among his brothers should be able to defeat him.

However, the only option now is to take it one step at a time. Even if we can win two out of three battles, it is better than letting the master fight personally.

But before he could discuss it with his senior brother Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Sanfeng said, "Qingshu, why don't you use our Tai Chi to meet this Western Shaolin master?"

Song Qingshu's plan failed. He knew that the Grand Master had seen through his thoughts and had turned the tables on him. He could only reply, "Yes, Grand Master."

Ah San was overjoyed when he heard that. Zhang Sanfeng could see through his martial arts skills at a glance. He felt he lacked confidence if they really had to fight him.

And this Song Qingshu subdued Gangxiang with just one move. His martial arts must be extraordinary, but he is not as good as Zhang Sanfeng who makes people afraid before the fight.

Furthermore, as long as we can understand the techniques of Tai Chi first, even if Zhang Sanfeng is defeated later, our side will have a better chance of winning.

"If we beat this kid to death first, the old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng will definitely become impatient and force him to take action. Even if he loses, he will still be famous in the martial arts world!"

Asan made up his mind and immediately activated his internal energy. The bones all over his body suddenly crackled like frying beans, and he took the initiative before the fight even started.

"The Shaolin School's Vajra Subduing Demons magical power, Young Master Song, you must not underestimate the enemy!"

"Come and die!"

Ah San leaped forward, his right hand's finger movements were indeed extremely sharp, while his left hand was constantly punching and palming, changing unpredictably.

Seeing that he was coming at him aggressively, Song Qingshu used Tai Chi to deal with him. This man was the culprit who had injured Yu Daying and left him disabled twenty years ago, so there was no need to show mercy.

The two men were one fast and one slow. Asan launched four or five attacks, but Song Qingshu defused them with just one move. After finding the right moment, he deflected Asan's finger force and with a "puff" sound, inserted his finger into Gangxiang's chest, where the acupoint was restrained.

Everyone saw how skillfully Song Qingshu resolved the attack, but Ah San's two fingers had actually penetrated mostly into Gang Xiang's body. This level of finger strength was truly rare in the world, no wonder it was able to break the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand of the monk Kong Xing.

"Shaolin Vajra Finger!"

When Yu Daying suddenly saw the finger technique that caused him to be disabled for life, his eyes were bloodshot and he shouted in a stern voice.

Ah San accidentally injured his fellow disciple and was secretly angry. He answered directly: "That's right. How does it feel to have been lingering on for the past twenty years?"

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, the mystery that had troubled him for years was finally solved. It turned out that these people were the descendants of Huogong Toudao who rebelled against Shaolin Temple that year. No wonder they could not be tracked down.

"Brother Song, force him to hand over the Black Jade Ointment!"

Zhang Wuji learned from the "Medical Classic" written by Hu Qingniu, the medical immortal of Diegu, that the injuries of Uncle Yu San and Uncle Yin Liu could only be cured by Ah San's Black Jade Ointment, so he hurriedly shouted that he must not let this man go. (End of this chapter)