Comprehension Is Against The Heavens: Creating The Burning Sun Nine Yang Kung At The Beginning

The ninth day of April.

This day is Zhang Sanfeng’s 100th birthday.

A large number of people from the martial arts community went to Wudang Mountain, and it was extremely lively and noisy.

Around the steps in front of Zhenwu Hall.

Various decorations with yin and yang fish patterns have already been arranged.

Even the steps were wiped repeatedly by the disciples, making them spotless and smooth as a mirror.

Wudang disciples wearing brand-new Taoist robes stood on both sides, heads held high and chests high, full of energy.

Because there are too many people coming this time.

The banquet was specially set up in the martial arts field in front of the Zhenwu Hall.

The area here is vast and flat.

With the addition of tables, chairs and benches, even if it can accommodate thousands of people, it will not feel crowded at all.

Song Yuanqiao, as the current leader of the martial arts, is the most senior person among the second generation disciples.

At this time, he was standing under the Zhenwu Hall, welcoming heroes from all walks of life.

Next to them, the remaining Wudang Seven Heroes lined up to help greet acquaintances.

As for Song Qingshu, he stood behind the seven and acted as the face of Wudang.

As the gatekeepers at the foot of the mountain sang in harmony, teams arrived one after another.

"Master Yin, please come in quickly!"

"Brother Wang, long time no see. You've been looking as charming as ever lately!"

"Master Zhou, farewell to Taihua Mountain. We haven't seen each other for several years, please!"

"Hey, this must be Song Qingshu, the son of Daxia Song. He is really a young hero. No wonder he is ranked second on the list of geniuses at such a young age!"

Song Yuanqiao and others returned the greetings one by one, unable to find any fault.

What no one noticed was.

An inconspicuous corner next to Zhenwu Hall.

Wanwan, with a delicate face and wearing a Wudang Taoist robe, stood there with a proud look on her face.

"Hey, what about the righteous party? I haven't sneaked in yet!"

Under the steps of Zhenwu Hall.

A group of people were strolling over.

The person in charge has five willow whiskers under his cheeks, his face is like a crown of jade, and he looks upright.

He is the leader of the Huashan Sect, and is known as Junzijian, Yue Buqun.

Behind him are a group of young disciples.

Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong, and Lin Pingzhi are among them.

Looking around, Yue Lingshan could not help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Brother, the Wu-Tang Clan looks really impressive."

"That's Song Qingshu, right? It's indeed a jade-faced Mengchang, he's so good-looking!"

Linghu Chong curled his lips in amusement.

"What's the point of looking good? It's probably a silver pewter spear head!"

Yue Lingshan rolled her eyes at Linghu Chong and said in a teasing tone.

"He is second on the list of geniuses, and he has defeated a master-level expert!"

"Compared with him, who is the silver pewter spear head?"

Linghu Chong's expression froze, and he shut up and stopped talking.

The other disciples also whispered.

The general meaning is basically how Wudang looks and how majestic it is, and how Wudang disciples are so mighty.

Yue Buqun, who was walking at the front, listened to everyone's conversation.

There was a hint of displeasure deep in his eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

He looked in the direction of Zhenwu Hall, his eyes lingering on Zhang Cuishan for a while.

Then he put a smile on his face and congratulated Song Yuanqiao.

"Yue Buqun and his disciples wish Wudang Master Zhang his 100th birthday!"

Song Yuanqiao bowed his hand in return.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Yue. Come on, please take a seat!"

Wait until Yue Buqun and others are seated.

Zhang Cuishan spoke in a low voice.

"Brother, I just noticed that Yue Buqun's eyes seemed to stay on me for a while longer. This person may have evil intentions."

Song Yuanqiao frowned and said.

"It's okay. Yue Buqun's strength is only at the level of a master, and he can't make any waves."

at this time.

The loud singing of the gatekeeper disciples at the foot of the mountain rang out again.

"Master Kongwen from Shaolin Temple has arrived!"

"The Emei Sect's Miejie Shitai has arrived!"

"The Holy Maiden of Cihang Jingzhai has arrived!"

Instantly, it attracted the attention of many people.

Even some martial arts people who were climbing the steps stopped, turned around and looked back.

Needless to say, Shaolin Temple’s status in the world is one of the top sects.

It’s no joke that the world’s martial arts comes from Shaolin.

Even the founder of Wudang sect, Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren, once studied in Shaolin.

The Emei Sect is also famous.

Hundreds of years ago, the founder Guo Xiang was also a powerful person on the God List, leading Emei to become a super first-class sect.

It's a pity that after Guo Xiang's death, the Emei disciples were not very successful, and no more powerful people emerged.

But its strength cannot be underestimated.

The current leader, Master Miejie, is a powerful person at the Grand Master level.

Holding the divine weapon Yitian Sword, he has great fighting power.

As for the last Cihang Jingzhai, he is now the leader of the righteous path in the Jiuzhou arena and has the strongest strength.

The contemporary saint Shi Feixuan is ranked fourth on the rouge list and is famous all over the world.

In the eyes of everyone.

Three huge teams appeared one after another and climbed up the stairs.

Shaolin Master Kongwen has a majestic appearance, shrouded in Buddha light, and has extraordinary momentum.

The Shaolin disciples beside him are also very energetic.

He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, mingled among the Shaolin troops and kept a low profile.

Emei Master Jiejie's face was serious, revealing a temperament that did not allow strangers to enter.

Even though the Yitian Sword in his hand has not yet been unsheathed, it still exudes an extremely sharp aura.

If you get too close, you may even feel a tingling sensation on your skin.

There was a low-pitched discussion.

"Is this the Yitian Sword? A divine weapon that can be compared with the supreme dragon-slaying sword in martial arts is indeed extraordinary!"

"That's natural. Master Miejie once killed a strong man of the same level with the Heavenly Sword. It was very powerful!"

Song Qingshu, on the other hand, stared closely at the Yitian Sword in Master Miejue's hand, with a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Shen Wen, aren't they just coming to your door?"

The appearance of the last team immediately attracted the attention of almost everyone present.

This team is full of graceful and good-looking women.

Pick one out at random and it will be an object of competition in the world.

But the grace of the figure at the front of the team overshadowed everyone else.

Wearing a light green gown that flutters in the wind, it feels indescribably elegant. Looking down at the clear stream, she feels calm and composed.

The face is half covered with gauze.

But just the exposed pair of eyes made countless people fall in love with him.

Song Qingshu glanced at Shi Feixuan from a distance and cursed secretly in his heart.

"No matter the figure or appearance, she is not as good as the little witch."

Gudong! Gudong!

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard from time to time.

But whether it was Master Miejie, Master Kongwen or Master Feixuan.

The eyes of these three people met at the same place.

It was Zhang Cuishan, the Five Heroes of Wudang, in front of the Zhenwu Hall!

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