Traveling through the martial arts world

Here, Huang Shaolin and the other man were content to be spectators, watching the fighting below. It felt like they were watching a TV drama in their previous life. Xiao Zhao didn't understand Huang Shaolin, the Sixth Man, but found it quite interesting.

"Sir, are we just going to watch and not help?"

"Help? Help who? Besides, my martial arts skills can't beat so many people. Don't worry, someone will stop us!"

Xiao Zhao was full of disbelief. After all, who would believe someone who could move the universe saying his martial arts were not good?

The battlefield below has also entered its most exciting part.

"I lost. Zhang Sanfeng's successor is indeed powerful. I admire him!"

An old man with gray hair and white eyebrows said to the young man in front of him, although the opponent's sword had pierced through his chest, the old man's momentum remained undiminished.

"Seventh brother, come back!"

A man from the Wudang Sect, who was standing behind the six major sects, stepped forward and said to the young man, this man was none other than Song Yuanqiao, the eldest disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, and the man he was fighting was none other than the seventh disciple, Mo Shenggu.

As Mo Shenggu returned, Song Yuanqiao came out and said to the old man

"Senior Yin, you have already left the Ming Cult and founded the Sky Eagle Cult. As long as you bring your people down the mountain, our six major sects will never make things difficult for you."

The old man was none other than the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, one of the four Dharma Kings who protected the Ming Cult.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Song. However, I, Yin, am one of the four great Dharma Kings who protect the religion. Although I have my own sect, the Ming Cult is in trouble, so I have to come. Although the Ming Cult has been defeated since Yang Zuo Shi, I, Yin, am not dead yet. Who else will challenge me?"

Although his tone was weak, he was full of vigor and was indeed a hero. The people of the Ming Cult were also moved.

And Xiao Zhao at the top of the mountain asked

"Sir, I have seen Wu Sanren and Wei Yixiao, they are all very powerful, why are they injured?"

"It's very simple. He must have been attacked by surprise. Otherwise, there aren't many people who can injure seven masters at once. Especially since Yang Xiao has already entered the early stage of Grandmaster."

Huang Shaolin said affirmatively that people who are familiar with the plot must know that it was because the Five Scattered People were at odds with Yang Xiao and competed with each other in internal strength, and were ambushed by Cheng Kun, who was disguised as a Shaolin monk, which led to his serious injuries.

"Will the people of the Ming Cult be doomed to die?"

Xiao Zhao said with some concern, after all, he had also been in the Ming Cult for a long time.

"Don't worry, it won't happen. Someone will come out to stop it soon! Look!"

Following Huang Shaolin's words, I saw a young man slowly walking out.

"Wudang is a prestigious and upright sect. How can they be called heroes if they embarrass a seriously injured old man?"

As he spoke, a man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, about 1.7 meters tall, dressed simply, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the gleam in his eyes, he must be a master, and he slowly walked over.

"Yes, I have Wudang's golden medicine and am willing to heal Elder Yin!"

Song Yuanqiao Road.

"No need, I can still hold on! As he spoke, he was about to step forward!"

Yin Tianzheng stiffened his neck and tried to speak, but he started to stagger after taking just two steps and was supported by the young man with quick eyes and hands.

Then the powerful internal force came out from the young man's hands and slowly transferred into Yin Tianzheng's body, quickly repairing his injuries. Yin Tianzheng also looked at this strange young man who appeared out of nowhere in surprise.

"Senior Yin said that you don't have to take action yet. I will take care of this battle. I wonder which sect is here to give you advice!"

Whose boy is this to take the lead? Everyone present was wondering whether he would live or die.