The sun is setting.

On Wudang Mountain, amid the fighting and screaming, a figure wearing a raincoat slowly walked down the mountain.

In the afterglow, one could see that he was tall and tall, with the shape of a turtle and a crane's back, big ears and round eyes, and a beard like a halberd. It was obviously late autumn and it was starting to turn cold, but he was still only wearing a raincoat, and he looked a little out of place in this holy land of the sect.

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But dressed in such a figure, he still exudes an upright, forgiving and calm temperament, quite like an immortal.

This person is surprisingly none other than Taishan Beidou of today's martial arts world, the founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng!

His aura was dark and deep, as if he was integrated with the world. He walked slowly down from the empty mountain top, but no one noticed him.

He walked straight to the mountain gate, looked at the tragic scene outside the mountain gate, and frowned slightly:

"People in the arena involuntarily."

"After decades of purity, I will still be disturbed by the secular world. The grievances, love and hatred, fighting and killing, when will it end... Alas!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed in a low voice, and then began to look at the situation in the field.

At this time, most of the people from the four major forces, including the Money Gang and Ghost Villa, had been killed or injured, but Wudang disciples also suffered many casualties. Some died at the hands of the four major forces, while others were killed by Xichang Fanzi and Jinyiwei.

Killed.

"The Money Gang, the Demon Sect, and the imperial court intervened..."

Zhang Sanfeng frowned and couldn't see the situation clearly for a while.

He glanced around, looking for Song Yuanqiao and other senior Wudang officials, but before he could find Song Yuanqiao and others, his eyes were attracted by a figure in a silver-white python robe.

"What a profound knowledge of martial arts, what a powerful swordsmanship!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly: "Python Robe...when did the imperial court produce such a natural martial arts prodigy?"

What Zhang Sanfeng was talking about was Yuhuatian!

With his eyesight and martial arts background, he can naturally see that Yuhuatian's martial arts background is the strongest in the field at this moment.

Not only does he have deep inner strength, he has reached the level of master perfection, and is only half a step away from the great master, but he is also a master of several martial arts, and the most important thing is that he has all reached the level of perfection!

This shocked Zhang Sanfeng.

At his age, he has seen countless martial arts geniuses like crucian carp crossing the river, but he has never seen anyone with such incredible talent!

He has practiced martial arts to such an extent at this age. Even if this young man started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, he would not be able to practice martial arts so quickly, right?!

Zhang Sanfeng stared closely at the white figure in the field, and the shock in his heart could not be described in words.

Even though he was called a once-in-a-century martial arts wizard, he was still far behind this young man!

And this time.

Being stared at all the time, Yuhuatian was vaguely aware of it.

"laugh--"

He killed the two Ghost Villa masters in front of him with one sword, then turned around and looked up.

The next moment, when he saw the burly figure standing at the gate of Wudang Mountain, his eyes suddenly froze.

Although he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng's true face, Yu Huatian immediately recognized this burly old man who looked like a gangster. He was definitely the founder of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng!——

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