"Enjoyed Father, is the martial arts of the Three Persians really weird? Wuji has never figured out the mystery." Thinking about the battle just now, Zhang Wuji was secretly upset. If it weren't for Bai Xiaosheng's guidance, he would probably have worshipped the leader of the Ming Cult.

Xie Xun did not fight with them, but he could not hide from them. He shook his head secretly and his brows frowned.

On the side, Bai Xiaosheng snorted and said, "That's your stupidity! Martial arts are the first priority. Once you have achieved internal strength, all martial arts in the world will be used by me. If you have the Nine Yang Divine Arts to protect you, they will not hurt you at all, so why should you hide? What's more, the holy fire of Huoshan, an old man in the mountain, makes martial arts and the Great Transfer of the Universe come out of the same lineage. If you have learned the Great Transfer of the Universe for so long, have you not had any understanding?"

Uh! Zhang Wuji was dumbfounded and thought to himself, but this kid is not a martial artsman, and he can't even think of many of them.

Seeing Zhang Wuji look embarrassed, Zhao Min quickly said, "Senior, you have always said that the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order are they engraved on the Holy Fire Order?"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded and said, "That's right! When it comes to martial arts of the Holy Fire Order, we have to mention Huo Shan, the old man in the mountain. Back then, Huo Shan learned from the command of the Persian great philosopher Yemang, who was fond of martial arts and had great ambitions. He was unwilling to live under the people for a long time and conspired to rebel. After the defeat, he formed a party to the mountain and became a leader of a sect that was intimidating the world. The sect focused on killing people, and was named Ismeiliang Sect. When the Crusaders, all the names of Huo Shan mentioned the name of Huo Shan, the "old man in the mountain", were shocked. At that time, countless kings of the Western Regions were killed under the command of the "old man in the mountain". The six Holy Fire Orders were cast by Huo Shan, the Persian "old man in the mountain", and engraved the essence of his lifelong martial arts. When Huo Shan was in the western frontier, he relied on two great magical skills, one was the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order, and the second was the great shift of the universe."

Speaking of this, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly sneered and said, "The Great Transfer of the Universe is indeed good. Its ability to develop the potential of the human body and reverse the Yin and Yang energy of the Universe are also outstanding. Unfortunately, this skill lies in the wonderful use of the internal strength, but it is quite inferior to that of the internal strength. Compared with the Great Transfer of the Universe, the Holy Fire makes the martial arts more exquisite. To put it bluntly, it is just a small path to fight. It is far worse than the Nine Yang Divine Arts you learned, Tai Chi skill."

Zhang Wuji laughed awkwardly. The martial arts path in Bai Xiaosheng's eyes was so embarrassing that it was extremely embarrassing.

At this time, Xie Xun suddenly said, "Wuji, is the patriarchal color of the Persian Three Envoys different from the Ming Cult in the Middle Earth?"

Zhang Wuji said: "They are all wearing white robes, and red flames are embroidered on the corners of the robes... Well, the white robes have black edges rolling on them, which is the only small difference."

Xie Xun slapped the table and said, "Yes. The leader of the arch sect passed away. People in the Western Regions used black as mourning clothes and black robes were inlaid with black edges. That was mourning. They wanted to choose the new leader, so they came to Middle-earth thousands of miles to track down the whereabouts of Mrs. Han."

Several people didn't understand why, Zhao Min asked, "Lion King, what does this have to do with Mrs. Han?"

Xie Xun explained: "Mrs. Han's real name is Daiqisi, and he was originally a member of the Persian throne. Twenty years ago, the Ming Cult was prosperous under the command of the Yang Cult. Three Persian Hu people suddenly came to the top of the sunlight, holding the handwritten letter of the Persian throne and met with the Yang Cult. The letter said that there was a Chinese envoy of Pure Good. After arriving in the Persian throne for a long time, he lived in the place of Ming Cult. He made great contributions and married a Persian girl as his wife and gave birth to a daughter. This envoy of Pure Good died a year ago. When he died, he was in love with his hometown and left his will to ask his daughter to return to Zhong.

The head of Hua. The chief of the sect respected his intention and sent someone to send his daughter to the top of Guangming, hoping that the Ming Cult of Zhongtu would take good care of him. The leader of Yang agreed and asked the woman to come in. As soon as the girl entered the hall, the hall was full of brightness, but she saw that her face was shining brightly and bright. When she bowed to the head of Yang, the envoys of the light, the three Dharma Kings, the five scattered people, and the five elements flags, were all shocked. The three Persians who escorted her to stay on the top of Guangming for a night and bid farewell the next day. The Persian girl Dai Qisi stayed on the top of Guangming."

"Old man, then Dai Qisi is still a great beauty." Zhao Min said in confusion.

Xie Xun said: "The Purple-clothed Dragon King is as beautiful as a fairy. He was the number one beauty in the martial arts world more than 20 years ago. Even though he was old at this time, his charm still seemed to be preserved... Alas, I will never see you again."

Zhao Min and others looked at each other, and they couldn't tell what kind of beauty they were when they looked like Grandma Jinhua.

Xie Xun could not see it, and some people were confused, so he explained the grievances that year one by one, and finally said, "Wuji, Mrs. Han is not kind to me, but I cannot be unrighteous to her. This time, the Persian archdiocese will not let her go."

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "Entertainment Father, don't worry."

"Okay, okay. You are still worried about others. Let's think about how to deal with that weird martial art." Bai Xiaosheng glanced at the few people speechlessly.

Zhao Min's eyes turned and said, "Senior, you just gave me some advice and let those three people run away. Why not, please give Wuji a few more tips so that he can teach the Persians a lesson."

Bai Xiaosheng gave her a look in anger. Just as she was about to speak, Xiao Zhao suddenly exclaimed. She kept looking outside, and suddenly saw the fire flashing in the northwest corner. She couldn't help but think of Xie Xun's words just now, worried about her mother.

The people in the room followed her gaze and were slightly stunned. Xie Xun said, "What's wrong?"

"Old man, there is a fire in the northwest direction. There seems to be where Grandma Jinhua lives." Zhao Min explained in a low voice. Xie Xun immediately said, "Wuji, go and save Mrs. Han immediately."

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji could not refuse, and everyone immediately stood up and walked towards the fire. As they got closer, they saw many Hu people gathering together, with a grass and wood platform in the middle, and a wooden pillar was tied with Daiqi silk.

When Xiao Zhao saw that, his expression was pale, his body shaking, his legs became weak, and he fell down. Fortunately, Zhang Wuji was quick in his hands and held her. Seeing that Xiao Zhao looked ugly, he said with concern: "Xiao Zhao, what's wrong?"

"I... I think I'm going to burn people to death, and I'm scared." Xiao Zhao endured his grief. Zhang Wuji comforted her a few times and looked at the field. Among the Persian Hu people, the twelve people were the leading ones, and the clothes were slightly different from those of the others. This is the Twelve Treasure Tree King who came to the Central Plains this time.

After hearing the words of several people, Xie Xun said again: "There are twelve great sutra masters under the head of the Persian priest, called the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, and their status is equivalent to the four* kings of the Ming Cult of Middle Earth. The twelve Treasure Tree Kings are the most powerful saints of the two, the wisdom of the two, the three, the ever-present victory of the three, the five, the diligent practice of the six, the equality of the six, the faith of the eight, the eight, the uprightness of the nine, the ten, the merits of the ten, the eleven, the heart of the twelve, the twelve, the twelve, the twelve, the twelve, the twelve, the twelve, the twelve kings are mainly engaged in studying doctrines and proficiency of the classics. I heard that it is not necessarily a strong martial arts."

"set fire!"

Two big words came into everyone's ears, and the blazing fire rose into the sky. Xiao Zhao's face turned pale, and he grabbed Zhang Wuji and said, "Young Master..."

Zhang Wuji flew upwards, and the others jumped out one by one. Only Bai Xiaosheng didn't move and stood there watching the show. After a battle with the Three Persian envoys, Zhang Wuji became much smarter and was not so difficult to deal with when facing Persian weird martial arts.

He quickly rescued Dai Qisi, grabbed one of them with his hand, and shouted: "Stop, otherwise don't blame me for being so mean!"

"King of Equality!" The Persian Hu people exclaimed and stopped one by one.

Bai Xiaosheng felt annoyed when he heard them talking. In the original work, Zhang Wuji was afraid of the cannons on the Persian Ming Cult ship, which made Xiao Zhao return to Persia. Although he became the leader of the Persian Ming Cult, it was really unpleasant.

Besides, Xiao Zhao took the method of moving the universe back. As the leader of the Ming Cult, he actually saved it with a woman and moved the universe to others. He was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed that he was home.

"Hmph!" Bai Xiaosheng snorted coldly, and slowly stepped forward.

He was not fast, stepping firmly on the ground step by step, and stepping into people's hearts. Dong, Dong... This seems to be the beating of a person, and the beating makes people feel panicked.

Zhang Wuji and others looked at Bai Xiaosheng who was walking slowly, and their hearts became cold. Zhang Wuji said, "Senior..." As soon as he said, Bai Xiaosheng's right hand was on the platform, his sword was pointed, and the invisible waves of air rolled and surged. Everyone was shocked, and Xie Xun felt the threat of life and roared: "Retreat!" Zhang Wuji and others retreated one by one. The Hu people knew it was not good, so they retreated quickly, but when they moved, the grass under their feet seemed to have life, rose up from the ground, turned into sharp swords, and instantly stabbed the dozens of Hu people through.

The blood dyed the grass red, and the red and green intertwined together. The pungent smell of blood made people feel that this was hell.

"Gurl!"

The few people who could see swallowed their saliva secretly, and they didn't dare to look at the dead Hu people. They occasionally glanced at Bai Xiaosheng's eyes, and they were also frightened.

This man raised his hand and killed all the Hu people!

"Ah..." Xiao Zhao screamed next to Zhang Wuji, frightened Zhang Wuwai and others trembled all over. They looked down and found that Wang Pingyi, who was held hostage by Zhang Wuji, had already lost his breath.
Chapter completed!