The white-browed Taoist stood in the wind, his clothes were urging, and his breath was like a sea and everyone present was silent.

In the Kunlun School, Mr. Tieqin, He Tai rushed forward, clasped his fists with both hands, and said in admiration to Zhang Sanfeng:

"The world's number one, Zhenren Zhang deserves it!"

"My Kunlun Sect came to celebrate the 100th birthday party for Zhenren Zhang, but he didn't want to make such a fuss. He was no longer ashamed to be stunned. Now he is ready to resign from Zhenren Zhang and say goodbye to Zhenren!"

After saying that, He Taichong carefully glanced at Zhang Sanfeng's expression, and saw the Taoist nodding slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief and took the disciples under his sect to go down the mountain in shame.

Seeing He Taichong, all large and small sects such as Kongtong and Huashan who were hurriedly leaving Wudang Mountain, they all rushed to say goodbye to Zhang Sanfeng, for fear that after staying, Zhang Sanfeng would be angry and slapped it out casually and died here.

That would be too unfair.

As soon as Kongtong Huashan was leaving, small sects such as the Divine Fist Sect, Haisha Sect, Giant Whale Gang, Wushan Sect, etc. also followed closely and left Wudang Mountain.

The Wudang Golden Top, which was originally full of hundreds of people, instantly became free.

Only Emei, headed by Master Jingxuan, came to celebrate Zhang Sanfeng's birthday sincerely, and the two Shaolin sects that had just been taught by Zhang Sanfeng were left.

Kong Wen saw the empty sects before a moment, and sighed inwardly, his face full of helplessness.

These people come for profit and cannot rely on them in the end.

When things are not good, they run away faster than anyone else.

When they came, they rushed forward, rushing to the top, fearing that they would not get any benefits when they were behind. As a result, after Shaolin and Wudang fought, they were all scared and did not even dare to tell the truth about their purpose.

"What a...a bunch of snobs!"

Thinking of this, Kong Wen was so angry that he coughed twice, covered his chest with one hand, and his face turned pale.

"Abbot's senior brother!"

Kong Zhi Kongxing, who was next to him, saw his senior brother's appearance and hurriedly stepped forward to support Kong Wen. Seeing Kong Wen seriously injured by Zhang Sanfeng, Kong Zhi looked angry and took a step forward, and wanted to attack Zhang Sanfeng again to avenge his senior brother.

After seeing this, Kong Wen quickly raised his hand and pulled his junior brother. Then he passed by the two monks, slowly walked towards Zhang Sanfeng, and performed the Buddhist rituals.

"Amitabha!"

"Zhang Zhenren's martial arts cultivation is really profound and extraordinary. Even the three of us and our brothers attacked together, they were captured by Zhenren in one move."

"Since that's the case, Kong Wen continued to stay, and it was just a joke, so he said goodbye and came to Wudang to visit him again!"

After hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng also replied with a gift.

In any case, Shaolin is at least a martial arts master. Today's dispute, Wudang Mountain is really untenable. Since Shaolin already has the intention to retreat, of course it would be great.

When he came here, Shaolin returned empty-handed and didn't get any benefits. Before leaving, the abbot Kong Wen could still maintain his etiquette. Zhang Sanfeng naturally would not have sweared to him, so it would be okay to be polite with him.

"The three monks walked slowly, and the old Taoist and the earthly affairs were plagued by the old people, so I will send it to you soon. I'm sorry!"

Looking at the smiling white-browed Taoist in front of him, Kong Wen was stuffy in his throat. He wanted to have an attack several times, but he endured it.

After calming down, Kong Wen stopped talking. After just nodding his head slightly and saying goodbye, he took his subordinates down to Wudang Mountain and returned home.

If you are not as skilled as others, you will only increase your ability!

It came and left in a hurry, leaving only a bleak place.

Seeing the sects that were leaving in a hurry, Zhang Sanfeng then took his eyes back and smiled at Master Jingxuan, Emei next to him and said:

"It makes all the friends in Emei laugh. I wonder if the respect for the teacher is going to be good lately?"

After hearing this, Jingxuan did not dare to neglect at the moment. After all, whether in terms of cultivation or seniority, Zhang Sanfeng was more than one step ahead of her. He hurriedly clasped his fists and said respectfully at Zhang Sanfeng:

"The teacher has been doing well recently and is in high spirits. I'm so worried about it."

"This is my Emei Sect offering to celebrate the birthday of Zhenren Zhang. Please accept it by all my fellow Wudang."

After Jingxuan finished speaking, he presented the congratulations brought by his disciple.

In addition to the sixteen-color precious jadeware, there is also a big red brocade Taoist robe, embroidered with a hundred different characters of "Shou" with gold thread. From the needle and thread, it can be seen that the effort of the flowers is quite good.

These objects are enough to reveal the birthday gift prepared by Emei for Zhang Sanfeng, and they are really attentive.

The Taoist smiled below and called his disciple to take it over, saying:

"I'm interested."

"Thank you all for coming to celebrate your birthday this time. If there is any trouble in Emei in the future, you can tell me a word to me. After the old man knows, he will definitely come to help me!"

After hearing this, Jingxuan hurriedly bowed to Zhang Sanfeng. After the ceremony, Song Yuanqiao led the way and took the disciples of Emei to the guest room to rest.

After seeing that the Emei Sect had gone far away, Zhang Sanfeng showed nostalgia on his face, left the eyes of the disciples, took a few steps forward alone, and reached the edge of the cliff, falling into memories.

The breeze blows on the temples, and it brings up all sadness.

The Emei School was founded by Guo Xiang back then.

Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng always had a natural favor to the Emei School.

I will never forget you when I miss you from the end of the world, and the pines and cypresses on the top of Wudang Mountain are long.

You have your Fenglingdu, and I guard my Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng did not regret meeting Guo Xiang, just as he never met Guo Xiang again after founding Wudang.

"I missed my life when I saw Yang Guo..."

Zhang Sanfeng whispered softly while pinching the floating fallen leaves.

You advised me to go to Xiangyang to find your father Guo Jing, but how can you feel comfortable and comfortable if you live under someone else's roof? As a man who stands tall, I, Zhang Junbao, of course, have to prove to you with my own strength. In my life, I have never been weaker than others!

"pity..."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head gently, after all, fate was shallow.

Just when Zhang Sanfeng was in a daze, Zhang Cuishan suddenly hugged Zhang Wuji and ran over with anxiety.

"Master, please take a look, what's wrong with Wuji!"

Hearing Zhang Wuji's call, Zhang Sanfeng quickly retracted his mind, turned his head and looked at Zhang Wuji in his hand.

Zhang Wuji was trembling all over, his face gradually became blue and purple, and his body temperature was like ice.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's appearance, Zhang Sanfeng quickly took a step forward and slowly inserted the strong pure yang true energy into Zhang Wuji's body.

If Zhang Sanfeng had been the previous one, even if his true energy was strong, he would have a headache for a while when facing the Xuanming Divine Palm created by the Taoist Baishu.

But now it is different. Zhang Sanfeng entered the Tao with martial arts, improved the Wudang Nine Yang Gong, and successfully created the Pure Yang Wuji Gong. In addition, Zhang Jiao Taiping wanted some magical techniques to solve the cold poison on Zhang Wuji, which did not take too much effort to solve the cold poison on Zhang Wuji.

The pure yang true energy is as hot as fire, but extremely gentle. It is slowly introduced into Zhang Wuji's limbs and veins. After a while, waves of sweat evaporated from Zhang Wuji's body, and cold air is revealed, and his rosy face is restored.

Seeing that his disciple recovered, Zhang Sanfeng gained his skills, stroked his beard and smiled, and said to Zhang Cuishan:

"Cuishan, in recent days, I have successfully created a new method in my Wudang Nine Yang Gong. After you settle Wuji, you will find your fellow disciples and brothers."

"I will teach you officially, Chunyang Wuji Gong!"

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he turned toward the hall with his hands behind his back in response to Zhang Cuishan.
Chapter completed!