Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Upon hearing Lin Zhiyuan's answer, Duan Zhengchun's face instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "There are actually people who dare to go up the mountain?!"

"Still Mongol Tartars?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly dressed, picked up the broken sword from the table, and rushed out of the back garden.

Outside the gate of the Quanzhen Sect, in front of the guest pavilion at the foot of the stone steps, two figures were trapped in the Big Dipper Formation!

Hao Datong stood on the stone steps, his hands behind his back, coldly watching the two people who were handling the Big Dipper Formation with ease, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

Although the opponent seemed to be trapped by the sword formation, it was impossible to subdue them!

Upon hearing the news, Duan Zhengchun rushed over and leaped onto a large tree. He immediately frowned and squinted at the familiar figure within the sword formation!

【Dalba?!】

[They're from the Vajra Sect?!]

Just then, the person who was trapped in the sword formation with Darba suddenly launched several attacks, directly injuring two disciples who had set up the formation, and easily broke through the Heavenly Dipper Formation!

Seeing this, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect was stunned and looked at the highly skilled young man in surprise.

The two hundred or so people the other side brought all clapped and cheered, boosting the morale of the young man.

"I've long heard that the Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Dipper Formation is unparalleled in the world, but seeing it today, it's nothing special!"

"If you want to trap me with this sword formation, I'm afraid you'll need to practice diligently for several hundred years!"

The young man had one hand behind his back, flicked his wrist to open his folding fan, and looked at Hao Datong on the stone steps with disdain, his face full of sneers.

"You're Huo Du, who claims to be a Mongolian prince?!"

Hao Datong, his face grim, glared and demanded a question.

"It is indeed I, the King! And who are you?! Judging from your furious appearance, it's clear your martial arts skills are not up to par, and your composure is insufficient!"

Huo raised his head, completely disregarding Hao Datong.

"I am Hao Datong of the Quanzhen Sect! Let me see what your skills are like!"

Hao Datong roared, drew his long sword, and leaped toward Huo Du, thrusting the sword toward Huo Du's shoulder!

Huo Du sneered, his folding fan instantly closing and transforming into a sword. He immediately engaged Hao Datong in battle, their attacks flowing smoothly and methodically.

After a few moves, Hao Datong, enraged, was caught off guard and fell into Huo Du's trap. Huo Du struck him in the chest with a palm strike, and Hao Datong groaned as he staggered back several steps before managing to regain his balance.

"Martial Uncle?!"

"Master?!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhijing and the others exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to help Hao Datong.

Hao Datong, who had been struck in the chest, had a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. He glared angrily at Huo Du, who was beaming with pride, his teeth itching with rage.

He never expected to be defeated so easily!

Seeing that Hao Datong was seriously injured by his opponent in just a few moves, the disciples were unwilling, but no one dared to step forward to challenge him. Their expressions were solemn.

"Anyone else who disagrees? Bring it on!"

"I never imagined that even the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's martial arts were so mediocre. How can they be worthy of being called the orthodox sect of the Xuanmen (Taoist school)?!"

"You didn't just bestow that title yourselves, did you?"

Huo Du glanced at them coldly, tapped his palm with his folding fan, and asked with a mocking expression.

Upon hearing this, all of his men burst into laughter.

The Quanzhen disciples glared at Huo Du, and although they were not convinced, none of them dared to step forward easily.

"When did it become the business of Mongolian dogs to criticize my Quanzhen Sect?!"

"Are you worthy?!"

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out, and then Duan Zhengchun appeared like lightning, turning into a blur, quickly circling around Huo Du before coming to a steady stop at the bottom of the stone steps.

"Senior Brother Yin is here!"

"Junior Brother Yin is here!"

Upon Duan Zhengchun's appearance, the Quanzhen Sect disciples' eyes lit up, and their faces were filled with joy.

"And who are you?!"

"Judging from how excited these people are, it seems your martial arts skills are quite good!"

Huo frowned, looked coldly at Duan Zhengchun, and said disdainfully.

"It's nothing special. In our Quanzhen Sect, there are plenty of people with skills like mine."

Duan Zhengchun said nonchalantly, raising his right hand with a cold smile.

At this moment, he was holding a string of jewels in his right hand.

Huo Du was visibly stunned when he saw what Duan Zhengchun was holding. He subconsciously looked down at his neck and realized that the string of jewelry he was wearing had disappeared!

"Your methods are quite impressive! But since you wish to take the lead, then why not simply spar with me? Why resort to such underhanded tactics to steal my personal belongings?!"

Huo gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Duan Zhengchun.

Just as Duan Zhengchun turned into a blur and passed by Huo Du, he had already taken off the jewelry that Huo Du was wearing around his neck without anyone noticing!

"This is just to teach you a lesson. This kind of inferior jewelry is not even worth my attention!"

"The wind is strong in Zhongnan Mountain, so it's best to think before you speak, lest you slip up and say something you shouldn't!"

Duan Zhengchun said coldly and suddenly threw the jewelry in his hand into the air. Huo Du was about to reach out to catch it, but Duan Zhengchun suddenly drew his sword and shattered the jewelry into pieces!

Huo Du stood frozen in place, staring at the shattered pieces of jewelry scattered on the ground, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with rage.

Just then, Darba, who was standing behind Huodu, stepped forward quickly with a solemn expression and whispered a few words in Huodu's ear.

Huo Du's expression changed, and he suddenly looked up at Duan Zhengchun. After narrowing his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "So you are Duan Feng?!"

Duan Zhengchun sneered, looked Huo Du over again, and said coldly, "It seems you are also a disciple of the Vajra Sect. You should be glad you weren't in the Vajra Sect's stronghold at the time, otherwise you might have been killed by me!"

When he was in the Western Regions, he always used the alias Duan Feng. So, although the people of the Vajra Sect knew that he was there to rescue people, they did not know that he was a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

His true identity is known only to those of high status in the Shaolin and Kunlun sects of the Western Regions.

When Hao Datong and his disciples heard that among the people who had broken into the mountain were disciples of the Vajra Sect, their expressions changed drastically, and their eyes were filled with hatred.

In fact, when Duan Zhengchun saw Darba, he knew that his identity could no longer be hidden today. Moreover, Hao Datong was already injured, and if he did not make a move, none of the other disciples would be a match for Huo Du.

Moreover, it has been confirmed that the Vajrayana sect is indeed related to the Mongol Tartars, and has a close relationship with the Mongol royal family!

"In that case, let Xiao Wang experience your superior skills!"

Huo Du stared coldly at Duan Zhengchun, said in a deep voice, and slowly took two steps forward, already assuming a fighting stance.

"Junior brother..."

Darba had fought Duan Zhengchun before and knew his strength. He was about to step forward to stop him, but after being glared at by Huo Du, he had no choice but to take back what he was about to say.

Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Darba was clearly the senior brother, but it seemed that Huo Du was the one giving orders.

"What are you waiting for?! Are you scared?!"

Huo Du sneered and looked at Duan Zhengchun with a mocking expression.

Duan Zhengchun pursed his lips, turned to look at Hao Datong sitting on the stone steps behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Take Uncle Hao back to heal his injuries first, leave this to me!"

Cui Zhifang immediately agreed and, along with several disciples, helped Hao Datong walk towards the mountain gate.

"Zhiping, this man is cunning and treacherous, be careful!"

Hao Datong gave Duan Zhengchun a worried word of advice, his face pale.

Duan Zhengchun nodded, then looked back at Huo Du, who seemed eager to fight him, and the smile on his lips vanished instantly.

Although Huo Du's martial arts skills were indeed superior to Hao Datong's, if Hao Datong hadn't held back and hadn't used his full strength, and if Huo Du hadn't been cunning and deliberately created openings to lure Hao Datong closer, Hao Datong wouldn't have been defeated so quickly.

"Are you ready?"

Duan Zhengchun looked coldly at the confident Huo Du and asked in a deep voice.

"Enough talk! Make your move!"

Huo Du roared and charged directly at Duan Zhengchun, his folding fan aimed straight at Duan Zhengchun's face!

Duan Zhengchun remained motionless. Just as the folding fan was about to touch him, he suddenly transformed into a blur, dodging Huo Du's attack like a ghost, and appeared beside Huo Du in a flash!

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