Yitian World, Wudang Mountain.

In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng, wearing a brand-new Taoist robe, sat at the head of the table. He was tall, energetic, and had a youthful face.

When his strength reached the fourth-level martial arts golden elixir realm, Zhang Sanfeng got a chance to rejuvenate himself, but he didn't use it.

Therefore, on the surface, his appearance has not changed much, but in fact, his current strength has already exceeded the limit that the world can bear.

Zhang Sanfeng once tried to break the space with a single punch, revealing a dark hole.

Thinking about Lin Pingzhi's experience, he did not dare to take the last step easily, and stretched out his hand to smooth the entrance of the hole again.

"Welcome everyone to watch the live broadcast. Veteran Wudang Taoist Zhang Sanfeng will live broadcast Lao Tao's 100th birthday for everyone today!"

While thinking deeply, Zhang Sanfeng saw the group members entering the live broadcast room one after another, and greeted the camera.

After starting the group live broadcast, the anchor can speak with just a thought and does not need to speak. There is no need to worry about being discovered by outsiders.

"A centenarian was besieged by hundreds of people. Is this a loss of humanity or a loss of morality?"

At this time, a barrage flashed across, and the spokesperson was Ye Fan.

"Congratulations to Lao Zhang on his 100th birthday!"

"Congratulations to Lao Zhang on his 100th birthday!"

"Happy 100th birthday to Mr. Zhang."

Immediately afterwards, another barrage flashed by, all of which were members congratulating Zhang Sanfeng on his 100th birthday.

"Thank you everyone. I live a hundred years in vain. I feel ashamed."

Zhang Sanfeng clasped his fists and expressed his gratitude to everyone for their congratulations.

"People from the five major sects are here. Lao Zhang, you should not take this opportunity to torture them for their secret books. You can use them to exchange for spiritual resources from real people."

Ye Fan said with a smile.

"It seems that the Emei Sect will not be exterminated. The Yitian Sword cannot be obtained, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword is far away on the Ice and Fire Island overseas. The martial arts of other sects may not be of use."

Lin Meng thought about it and said.

"Whether it contains Hongmeng Purple Light depends on how involved they are in the plot. Kongtong School's Seven Injury Fist, Kunlun School's Zhengliangyi Sword Technique, and Huashan School's Eagle-Snake Life-and-Death Fight, the plot participation should be enough.

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Kou Zhong continued.

"Huashan Sect... didn't Brother Lin wipe out all the Huashan Sect last time? There shouldn't be any omissions, right?"

Qiao Feng said doubtfully.

"If the old man remembers correctly, by the time it was passed down to Mr. Lin's time, many of the Huashan sect's martial arts had been lost."

Yaochen interjected.

"Haha, even if everyone doesn't tell them, the old Taoist is still going to torture them all about their martial arts. It can be considered as waste."

"Otherwise, what kind of place do they think of Wudang Mountain? How can we allow them to run wild?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly and said.

"Beat, beat, beat them all to death."

The little baby waved his fist and said excitedly.

"Little baby, please calm down."

Li Changsheng appeared and posted a barrage.

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In the field.

"Master, people from all sects celebrating birthdays should be ready to go up the mountain. Otherwise, my disciple will arrange for people to go to the bottom of the mountain to greet them?"

The third youngest, Yu Daiyan, has become the busiest person in Wudang Mountain since he recovered from his injury.

After lying in bed for ten years, he could no longer sit still. As long as he could do anything, he was willing to help...

"Yes, the third junior brother is right. Otherwise, I can take all the junior brothers down the mountain to greet them in person."

Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao nodded and agreed with Yu Daiyan's words.

Everyone else nodded.

"Welcome? What kind of welcome? Do you think they are really here to celebrate the old Taoist's birthday?"

"They are called Birthday Blessings, but in fact they are here for Cuishan. To be more precise, they are here for the dragon-slaying knife in Xie Xun's hand."

Zhang Sanfeng came to his senses and shook his head.

"But, Master, as a great sect in Wudang, on the occasion of Master's 100th birthday, I cannot lose my etiquette and make others laugh."

Zhang Cuishan, the fifth child, took over the conversation and looked at Yu Daiyan with eyes full of guilt.

After Zhang Sanfeng's narration, their senior brothers realized that Yin Susu was the indirect murderer of Yu Daiyan's injury.

Faced with this fact, although Yu Daiyan did not say it on the surface, he naturally had some opinions about the couple in his heart.

Zhang Cuishan even felt guilty for Yu Daiyan, burst into tears, kowtowed to him, admitted his mistake, and apologized.

Fortunately, the master found black jade intermittent ointment and cured the third senior brother's injury, otherwise Zhang Cuishan would not have the dignity to live in this world.

Now, whenever he has free time, he follows Yu Daiyan and is busy.

In his words, he tried his best to make up for his guilt towards his third senior brother.

"Huh, what nonsense etiquette? Do you really think that I, Zhang Sanfeng, am a person who talks about etiquette?"

"Besides, when friends come, they are treated with food and wine, and when enemies come, they are served with swords."

"They have made it clear that their intentions are not pure. What etiquette should be taught to this group of people?"

Zhang Sanfeng puffed his beard and said with eyes wide open.

"Master is right. When fifth junior brother comes back, they will definitely take the opportunity to inquire about Xie Xun's whereabouts."

When Yu Daiyan heard this, he couldn't help but feel enlightened. He recalled the bright swords and hidden swords he encountered along the way when he welcomed Zhang Cuishan back.

"Sworn brother... In this case, wouldn't it mean that the disciple's return to the mountain would make it impossible for the master to practice cultivation?"

"My disciple's sin has disturbed Master's spiritual practice, and even this happy day of his 100th birthday has been made unpleasant."

"Disciple... Disciple, it's better to just die."

When Zhang Cuishan heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he knelt down with guilt on the spot.

He even swallowed hard and kowtowed to Zhang Sanfeng three times, then slapped him in the chest with his palm.

"Fifth brother, no!"

"Fifth Junior Brother is confused."

"Fifth brother!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu all exclaimed.

"snort!"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, waved his sleeve, and immediately touched Zhang Cuishan's acupuncture points, unable to move.

"Fifth Junior Brother, are you confused? Do you think that we junior brothers have grown up on hard work? If the major sects dare to be rude, seven of us junior brothers will form a Zhenwu Seven Section Formation and let them see how powerful they are."

Song Yuanqiao quickly stepped forward to take Zhang Cuishan and said to him heartbroken.

The relationship between the seven senior brothers has always been very good, and they are closer than real brothers.

If they had to watch Old Five commit suicide and die, wouldn't the remaining six of them have to regret it for the rest of their lives?

The Zhenwu Seven Intercept Formation is a combined attack formation created by Zhang Sanfeng many years ago when he was observing the Turtle and Snake Mountains under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

Together, the seven of them can exert a full sixty-four times attack power, which can be said to be a fierce one.

"Elder brother is right. We Wudang Seven Heroes have always been on the same page. If anything happens, we brothers will naturally handle it together!"

Yu Lianzhou comforted him.

"Fifth Brother, we have something to talk about, but don't seek death at every turn."

The youngest Mo Shenggu supported Zhang Cuishan and comforted him.

"Yes, can death solve the problem? We still have to rely on our fists to speak. If you want to know the whereabouts of Xie Xun, you must first ask us about the sword in the hands of the Seven Heroes of Wudang."

While Yin Liting was talking, he looked outside the palace from time to time, but he was thinking that the Emei Sect would also come to celebrate his birthday today, and wondered if his fiancée Ji Xiaofu would come.

"Master, brothers and sisters, I..."

After some persuasion from his fellow apprentices, Zhang Cuishan could not help but lower his head in guilt.

"Okay, don't act like a child!"

After Zhang Sanfeng saw that his mood had calmed down, he waved his hand to relieve his acupuncture points and patted his shoulder.

"This time, you don't need to take action. I will sit in Wudang Sixty as my teacher."

I haven't moved for a long time. I am very quiet and think about moving my hands and feet."

Then, he glanced at the seven disciples and smiled.

"Ah? Master, did you personally take action?"

The Seven Heroes of Wudang were all shocked.
To be continued...