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When Huang Chao saw this great master who was shocking the past and present, his achievements were all part of his fortune, and he was very respectful in his heart and rewarded his true name. He respected Zhang Sanfeng, not because of his excellent martial arts skills, but because of his status, he was able to be humble, treat others equally, be chivalrous and righteous, and kill many evil Mongolians. The reputation of the Wudang Sect is indeed better than that of the Ming Cult.

Zhang Sanfeng was a little surprised. He looked at Huang Chao and was surprised to find that the young man opposite him was full of divine light and his eyes were as bright as jade. He was actually a master with the highest internal cultivation.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and smiled, "It's the old Taoist. Could it be that the young man on the opposite side is SF Express, butterfly Valley Medical Saint, and he is indeed a hero-born boy. I didn't expect that at your age, you have reached the realm of returning to the simplicity of internal strength. I came here to see my disciple Zhang Wuji. Is he okay here?"

"SF Express is declaring a French name. My real name is Huang Chao. Please, Zhenren Zhang." Huang Chao reached out and led Zhang Sanfeng into Butterfly Valley.

When Zhang Wuji saw his grand master coming, he cheered in surprise and threw himself into Zhang Sanfeng's arms. The others also greeted him one after another. Zhou Zhiruo said, "Hello, Master," she had met Zhang Sanfeng in Hanshui, and she also told everyone about this experience.

So everyone else said in unison: "Hello, Master,"

Zhang Sanfeng greeted everyone with a smile, and Huang Chao smiled secretly: "So many juniors, you don't even give me some gifts?" However, Zhang Sanfeng was invisible and probably couldn't bring out six gifts. He met Zhang Wuji and was very happy. Thanks to Professor Huang Chao for his contribution to his martial arts, he went out for a walk with Wuji to reminisce about the past.

After a long time, Zhang Wuji's eyes were slightly red, and he obviously had tears just now. However, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Huang Chao with a smile.

"Master SF Express, the old master wants to talk to you if you have something to do."

Huang Chao and Zhang Sanfeng sat down in the main room, poured tea with Zhou Zhiruo Tiantian and left immediately, and took the door to the sensible door.

Zhang Sanfeng sipped a sip of tea and said, "For you to take care of Wuji during this period. The old Taoist and Wudang Mountain are grateful for their kindness, but there is a saying that the old Taoist will not be happy if they don't speak up. Master SF Express, you are still young and your actions will inevitably go to extremes. I hope you can understand that God has the virtue of being a virtuous person and restraining his anger, it is not too late."

"These old masters have also heard of you. It's a bit too harsh when you get a poisonous needle and don't leave any survivors. Sometimes, why not give others a chance to correct their mistakes?"

Huang Chao stood up and fisted and said, "Zhang Zhenren, my subordinates have many lives, but I only take the initiative to do it. One is the Mongolian soldiers who slaughtered the Han people, and the other is the untrustworthy person who promised me but was traitorous. The former has also killed many people, and the latter has been said first, and it is not considered to be punished without teaching. As for other people who come to take revenge, it is a grudge in the world. When he comes to kill me, I can't be slaughtered. I hope you can't learn from it."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "Your murderous aura is too strong. The lives of your subordinates have accumulated over the years. Although everything you do has reasons, I am afraid there will be evil retribution. I hope you will be cautious. When will the revenge be repaid? Forgive others when you have to fight against the battlefield. There is nothing wrong with fighting life and death. But your martial arts are too easy to kill. I hope you can restrain yourself. You slaughter tens of people with one person, it is real, it is real..."

Zhang Sanfeng pondered and couldn't speak, but Huang Chao continued, "It's going to be punished by God." Zhang Sanfeng's old face turned red. These words were what he thought, but they were a bit too rude. However, as soon as he worked hard on his internal strength, he immediately returned to his usual expression.

"If I kill a Mongolian, I can kill several less Han people. If there is really a punishment from God, I deserve it." Huang Chao said righteously, "In fact, all people in the world are equal. No one in the Mongols or Han people is more noble, or who deserves to die. It's just that our two tribes stand under the sky and cannot coexist because of survival resources, so we have to fight to the point where one side admits defeat. As one of them, it's nothing wrong with destroying the enemies of our tribe as much as possible."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed after hearing this. What Huang Chao said made sense, letting him know the boy's broad vision and firm determination, but he did not achieve his goal.

"Actually, I don't want Wuji to join the Ming Cult. You must know the reason. Although it's presumptuous to say this, it would be great if Wuji could withdraw from the Ming Cult. I would like to exchange Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Arts with all his unique skills."

Huang Chao looked at Zhang Sanfeng seriously: "Old Master, haven't you noticed that Wuji is very happy here? The Ming Cult is not synonymous with bad people, and there are many shameless people in the righteous path. The world will usher in a major change, and the Ming Cult will be reorganized. Please check it out later."

"What's more, although Wudang's unique skills are good, they cannot cure Zhang Wuji's injuries. It's really fair to use it to exchange them?" Huang Chao showed a eager smile and bowed his fists. "I definitely don't mean to look down on Wudang's unique skills. It's just that all the martial arts and professions in the world have their own wonders. I want to ask you for advice."

Zhang Sanfeng stood up and laughed. He was tall and Huang Chao only reached his chest. Zhang Sanfeng looked down at Huang Chao and said, "You young man, have sharp teeth and sharp mouths, making the old Taoist speechless. He was about to teach you a lesson."

The two looked at each other and took a slow step forward. The air seemed to suddenly condense at this moment. Both of them had shiny eyes and burst into powerful momentum.

As their palms and arms touched, a strong wind suddenly broke out between the two, and the windows blew up. Huang Chao and Zhang Sanfeng had no intention of fighting, but only used their hands to understand each other's understanding of martial arts. Although their moves were slow, their every move drove their true qi to the extreme, showing all the magical powers of refining qi and transforming into gods.

Huang Chao has strong true energy, long physical strength, and his physical fitness is far superior to Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng's artistic conception is harmonious, and his skills in the past century are also very terrifying. In addition, Wudang uses the means of fighting power, which often makes Huang Chao feel attacked.

If Huang Chao hadn't had a similar shift in the universe, he would probably have accumulated the general trend by Zhang Sanfeng after a cup of tea and threw it out of the battle circle.

What the two people compete is not martial arts moves, but their own understanding of internal strength and the condensation and development of the spiritual realm. This is where people truly improve the essence of life.

The two of them intertwined their internal forces and brought up storm waves. Although the two of them were unhappy, the strong wind around them rushed forward, and their expressions became more and more serious.

The ground was stepped on by them, and the aftermath was scattered. It was not a strong wind blew out to the surroundings, but instead involved everything around them in the aura of the two fighting.

The teacup was jingling on the table. The water flow did not flow down the table, but was pulled by invisible force, and strangeness was drawn in the air. As the two of them tried their best, the water flowed into a fog, but it was still floating in the air, outlining traces of complex and chaos.
Chapter completed!