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The next moment, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, and everyone felt a dizzying sensation before being thrown into the air.

"Ouch!"

"it hurts!"

"My hand is broken!"

"My legs, oh dear, my legs!"

For a moment, people were on their backs.

Kong Wen steadied himself, suppressed his injuries, and looked around. He saw a huge boulder standing not far away, which was the Wudang Sword-Unraveling Rock.

"This……"

The distance between Jiejian Rock at Wudang Mountain and the Zhenwu Hall at the summit is more than a thousand meters, yet it was thrown here in an instant. It's truly terrifying.

Just then, the experts including Miejue came over, also staring at Jiejianyan in a daze.

a long time.

Kong Wen sighed leisurely, "Zhang Sanfeng has become a true dragon in this world, and we cannot disturb him. As for Xie Xun's matter, Shaolin is powerless to help."

Extinction snorted coldly and remained silent.

If Shaolin couldn't do it, then naturally the other sects couldn't either.

Just as they were about to leave, they heard the sound of orderly hooves, like thunder.

Kong Wen's expression changed: "They're Tartar cavalry! Let's go!"

"Go? Where to go?" Miejue's expression changed several times.

Even if they were not injured, they could only flee into the forests and mountains when faced with a large-scale cavalry force, unable to confront them head-on.

Now that he's injured, the situation is even more dangerous, and he can't even run away properly.

Kong Wen's expression hardened: "Run up the mountain. Facing the Tartars, Master Zhang might not care if we run back. Let's go!"

As he spoke, he took the lead and ran ahead.

Upon seeing this, the other martial arts practitioners also immediately set off.

Only those with broken legs are unable to escape, and they curse and swear. Some try to crawl on their hands or walk upside down.

The scene was extremely tragic.

Zhenwu Hall.

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was about to announce the start of the banquet, his expression suddenly changed.

"Looks like there won't be any peace and quiet at today's banquet!"

Xiong Ba laughed heartily: "They are just some iron cavalry, easily wiped out with a flick of the wrist. I will take action as soon as I make my move."

"Why go through all that trouble?" Zhang Taixuan laughed. "Today's important event is Master Zhang's birthday banquet. Fighting and killing are not auspicious. Let me send them to the far west."

He stood up and went straight to the outside of the Zhenwu Hall.

Curious, Zhang Sanfeng and the others followed him out.

Looking down the mountain, one can see tens of thousands of people standing in a dark, dense mass.

Once the number of people exceeds ten thousand, it becomes a sea of ​​people.

Tens of thousands of iron cavalry stood in formation, and immediately, a chilling aura emanated from them.

"Truly an elite force!" Zhang Taixuan exclaimed. "Master Zhang, it seems the Yuan Dynasty holds you in high regard."

As he spoke calmly, he suddenly made a grabbing motion in the air, and instantly, the cavalrymen on the ground vanished.

A clever person was watching Zhang Taixuan's actions closely. Upon seeing this, they quickly looked at him and saw a dense cluster of black dots fall into his sleeve.

The next moment, he flicked his sleeve, and the black dots disappeared into the void.

"Could this be a hidden universe within a sleeve?" Lin Fengjiao exclaimed in shock.

Some Wudang disciples were so excited they couldn't speak, looking at Zhang Taixuan as if they had seen a god.

The universe hidden in one's sleeve—who among those familiar with the mythology of the family doesn't know this supernatural power?

“That’s right.” Zhang Taixuan nodded. “It is indeed a supernatural power, and we owe it all to Uncle Jiu for selling the World in the Pot.”

With a wave of his hand across the void, the far west, tens of thousands of miles away, was revealed in the void as if live, thanks to the Space Folding Technique.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Yuan cavalrymen fell to the ground, their horses and men sprawling on the ground.

The commander stood amidst the vast expanse of snow, questioning the meaning of life.

After their initial shock, the other soldiers also got up from the snow, grabbed a handful of snow, and watched it fall in a flurry, their expressions filled with astonishment.

"General, where are we?"

"How would I know!" The general's face turned cold, but his heart was filled with bitterness. "Wasn't the plan to deal with martial arts practitioners? How did we encounter such a bizarre situation?"

Wudang Mountain.

Kong Wen and the others ran up the mountain, but before they could say anything, the Taoist waved his hand and tens of thousands of iron cavalry disappeared without a trace. Kong Wen and the others began to doubt life again.

“Is this a deity?”

Are there really immortals on Wudang Mountain?

Looking at Zhang Taixuan and his group, everyone stared wide-eyed, trying to discern the origin of the immortals.

"Today is Master Zhang's birthday banquet. Since I've already made a move, I might as well go all the way," Zhang Taixuan said suddenly after a moment's thought. "Consider it a birthday gift for Master Zhang."

Suddenly, with a grab from afar, a mountain thousands of miles away was pulled over and refined by the Qiankun Cauldron that flew out, merging into Wudang Mountain.

Immediately, Wudang Mountain rose a considerable height.

Upon seeing the enormous, azure-gold cauldron that seemed capable of containing heaven and earth, the Shaolin, Emei, and others felt as if they were in a dream.

"Thank you for the congratulatory gift, Daoist Taixuan. I am unworthy to accept it."

As Zhang Sanfeng sensed the increasingly rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he quickly expressed his gratitude.

Integrating into the mountains, it didn't just increase the height of Wudang Mountain; Zhang Taixuan also infused it with array patterns for gathering spirit, defense, and questioning the mind.

It can be said that Wudang Mountain will become a replica of Taixuan Mountain.

After a while, when Wudang Mountain had increased to over nine thousand meters, Zhang Taixuan put away the Qiankun Cauldron and stopped.

For every 100 meters the mountain rises, the temperature drops by 0.6 degrees Celsius.

At this time, Wudang Mountain is over 9,000 meters high, and the temperature must be quite high, making it unsuitable for ordinary people to live in.

But with the array patterns in place, none of these are problems.

The summit of Wudang Mountain remains warm and pleasant, like springtime.

Knowing the benefits of Wudang Mountain, birds flocked to the forests, singing joyfully and creating a harmonious picture of man and nature.

"The immortal's methods are indeed formidable." Zhang Sanfeng came to his senses and exclaimed in admiration.

The younger generation of Wudang Mountain were overjoyed, and Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu, and the Taoist boys rushed into the woods to play.

"You flatter me." Zhang Taixuan smiled calmly, then waved his hand and forged a token from black iron, tossing it over. "This token contains the array patterns of Wudang Mountain. If you have time, you can study it and control the array yourself in the future. As for now, the array of Wudang Mountain has not been activated."

"Thank you."

"No need for thanks, shouldn't we begin our meal?" Zhang Taixuan said with a smile.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Of course, please."

He glanced at the Shaolin monks who were still standing there in a daze, then turned and left without giving any instructions.

moment.

Now only people from major sects like Shaolin and Emei remain.

"Abbot Kongwen, what do you think we should do?"

"You ask this humble monk, how would this humble monk know?"

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the Zhenwu Hall not far away, his eyes burning with intensity.

The gods are right before our eyes; if we don't pay homage, wouldn't we be wasting this opportunity?

As for his affiliation with Buddhism, that's perfectly fine.

Buddhism is the essence of Taoism!

If he were favored by the gods, he would immediately renounce worldly life and become a Taoist.

"Should we wait here until the banquet ends, and if the deity appears, then we go up to pay our respects?"

Extinction suggested in a low voice.

Kong Wen's eyes lit up: "What the nun says is very true."

After saying that, he found an open space, sat cross-legged to heal his wounds, and waited.

Zhenwu Hall.

The banquet began and was very lively.