The Wudang Junior Master

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The wind blows and the rope swings.

Zhang Chulan was hanging on the rope like a big monkey, climbing carefully to the other side.

The most important thing is that Xu Si's movements are not much better, almost like a dog crawling.

On the contrary, normally only Xu San and Feng Baobao would walk along the rope.

When I walked to the middle, a wheat-colored young man with red hair suddenly flew over.

When he passed Feng Baobao, he stopped and looked at her carefully. "I'm from the west, my name is Jia Zhengliang."

"I have a good-for-nothing brother. Not long ago, he was beaten up by a girl from Nadutong. I heard she had long hair and dressed very fashionably..."

Feng Baobao didn't say anything, just blinked and stood on the rope as still as a mountain.

Seeing this, Jia Zhengliang continued, "Feng Baobao, no matter how much of a piece of shit my brother is, he's still my brother. I look forward to officially fighting you at the conference. Then I'll avenge that idiot in front of everyone."

After saying this, Jia Zhengliang just flew away without causing any trouble.

Several people continued walking along the rope and finally reached the other side safely.

Zhang Wuling saw everything that happened just now, but didn't say anything. After all, Jia Zhengliang, who made five hundred dollars a night, could not pose any threat to Feng Baobao.

Beat Feng Baobao? No chance.

The rest of the journey was smooth. We didn't meet anyone and didn't encounter any strange terrain.

Soon, they saw a building with high walls and wide gates from afar. When they got closer, they could hear all kinds of conversations and discussions.

There were a lot of people, and they all looked quite strange.

Zhang Wuling took a quick glance, lingering on a few familiar faces for a moment, then silently withdrew his gaze.

"Hey! Master Zhang! Everyone who knows everything!"

Hearing someone calling them, everyone turned around and saw Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan, a brother and sister, coming towards them.

Zhang Wuling greeted them and said, "Are you two also attending this conference?"

Feng Xingtong nodded, "Yes." Then, as if thinking of something, he asked cautiously, "Master Zhang, you're not...going to participate too, are you?"

Zhang Wuling smiled and said, "Yes, I am running for election too."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan's expressions instantly fell, and they even looked depressed.

To be honest, no matter how optimistic they were, they did not think they could defeat Zhang Wuling.

But soon, the two adjusted their mood. After all, they were not aiming for the first place this time. The important thing was to participate.

Feng Xingtong regained his optimism and looked at Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao beside him.

"Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao! Are you two contestants for the "Everywhere Can Go" contest this time?"

Zhang Chulan replied: "Yes."

"Then you better be careful this time." Feng Xingtong put his hands in his pockets and walked forward. "We are here purely to show our support. We have no intention of taking the position of Heavenly Master or Master Lu's Tongtian Scroll."

"Zhang Chulan, you are the protagonist this time..."

"Everyone in the alien world knows that you have never been to Longhu Mountain, yet you are proficient in the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method, and you are also a descendant of the Qi Body Source Stream user from back then."

"Everyone wants to meet you!"

Just one sentence made Zhang Chulan break out in a cold sweat. He seemed to be able to feel the gazes coming from all directions.

This feeling of being the center of attention made him feel uncomfortable. If possible, he just wanted to keep a low profile and not attract anyone's attention.

Zhang Wuling ignored Feng Xingtong's words. He had already seen the bright white hair in front of the crowd.

In front of Zhang Lingyu, there stood a man with squinting eyes and a small wolf's tail, who looked very handsome.

Zhang Lingyu, who was talking to Zhuge Qing, noticed Zhang Wuling's figure and chuckled, "Brother Zhuge, you don't have to underestimate me, Zhang Lingyu. There are really many hidden dragons and crouching tigers on Longhu Mountain right now."

"Oh?" Zhuge Qing followed Zhang Lingyu's gaze and caught sight of Zhang Wuling at a glance.

As for the others, they were subconsciously ignored - including Lao Wang.

"Could he be... Zhang Wuling of Wudang?"

Zhang Lingyu smiled and said, "Exactly. If Brother Zhuge wants an opponent, he is more suitable than me."

Zhang Wuling just happened to walk over and laughed out loud, "What opponent? Senior Brother Lingyu, are you saying something bad about me?"

Zhang Lingyu replied, "This is Zhuge Qing from the Zhuge family. I was just introducing you to him."

"Oh?" Zhang Wuling looked at Zhuge Qing and extended his hand. "Wudang Zhang Wuling."

"Zhuge Qing."

The two men shook hands. Zhang Wuling was about to introduce his future good friend Wang Ye to Zhuge Qing, but he suddenly noticed something behind him and turned around to look.

I saw three men and women wearing clothes with the same pattern walking towards this side. Wherever they passed, the crowd was intimidated by their momentum and took the initiative to make way.

Of course, it was also because everyone recognized the identities of the three people through the patterns on their clothes.

These three people, two men and one woman, were dressed rather strangely.

The tallest one was bald, over two meters tall, strong and sturdy, but his eyes were covered with a cloth, making him look like a blind man.

The other man, carrying two swords on his back, had a grim expression and could not detect any movement when he walked. He had a very high level of Qinggong skills.

The last woman wore a black iron mask, had fiery red eyes, a slender figure, and carried a steel gun on her back. She looked heroic and brave.

Zhang Wuling looked at the patterns embroidered on the three people's clothes and turned to ask, "Yihe Society? Are they joining too?"

Zhang Lingyu nodded. "Yes, Master said it was the president of the Yihe Society who specifically sought him out for the talks. He was very sincere."

Zhuge Qing spoke from the side, "The Yihe Society has been quite quiet in the past two years. Perhaps because of their reputation, their momentum of development has been astonishing, and they have become the dominant force in the region."

"Across the southern region, including Southeast Asia and Southeast Asia, there are Boxer Society martial arts schools or companies. It's said that in addition to providing security, they also operate as mercenaries overseas. They're also present in the underworld, and their reach is quite extensive."

Zhang Wuling asked Zhang Lingyu, "Do you know what these three are like?"

"I know." Zhang Lingyu said, "The leader of the Yihe Society told Master that he would send three of his disciples over to exchange ideas and show his support. The tallest one is called Yuan Renjia, the one with the two swords is called Yan Ziqi, and the woman doesn't seem to have a name, only known as the Iron-faced Woman."

Zhang Wuling touched his chin and said, "These three are masters... The old master is really generous."

Although they had not fought, with Zhang Wuling's keen eyesight, he could already analyze a person's strength through some situations.

For example, breath, eyes, and posture when walking, sitting and lying down.

Previously, Zhang Wuling could say that most of the people attending the conference were basically not much different from little Karami.

Not to mention the strength of Zhang Lingyu and Wang Ye, many people can't even beat Zhang Chulan, who has had a ten-year gap.

Of course, the premise is that the grandson doesn't pretend. Otherwise, with Zhang Chulan's strength, there aren't many things he can't defeat on the spot.

I thought that the Luotian Grand Ceremony would proceed normally, but unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest actually let the Yihe Society, a catfish, into the ceremony.

Are you thinking the conference isn't lively enough and want to add some fuel to the fire?