After stepping into the hall, Zhang Sanfeng looked around and saw that the first thing he saw was nothing but Zhang Cuishan who had missed for the past decade.

He reached out to wipe his eyes, thinking he had read it wrong.

Zhang Cuishan had already rushed over, his voice sobbing, and he shouted loudly: "Unfilial disciple, pay homage to Master!"

He knelt down with a plop and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Okay...Okay!"

Zhang Sanfeng was so excited that his words were trembling. He quickly helped Zhang Cuishan up, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

Zhang Sanfeng lived for hundreds of years and had been studying martial arts for more than 80 years. He had a clear mind and no longer had everything in his heart. However, he was in love with these seven personal disciples.

At this moment, Zhang Cuishan, who had disappeared for ten years, was suddenly imaginable. He was so happy that his eyes were crying.

When Zhang Cuishan suddenly came back, not only Zhang Sanfeng, but also the other heroes of the Seven Heroes of Wudang were also very excited.

After being excited for a while, Zhang Sanfeng remembered something. He looked up and saw Xiao Ning standing with his hands behind his back, standing aside without saying anything, smiling.

He quickly coughed lightly and said, "Today, I am really happy. The old Taoist recognized a junior brother and even the missing disciple was back. God is not bad to me! Fellow Taoist, come here!"

After saying that, he waved to Xiao Ning.

"Huh!"

Song Yuanqiao followed Zhang Sanfeng's eyes and when he saw Xiao Ning, he showed a look of surprise and suspicion, and exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Ning walked towards Zhang Sanfeng and stood beside him.

Zhang Sanfeng pointed at Xiao Ning and introduced to several disciples: "Disciples, this is the newly recognized junior brother of the old Taoist, named Xiao Ning, you... call him uncle!"

When the six heroes of Wudang heard his words, they couldn't help but look at each other, not understanding why.

Therefore, the scene became deserted for a moment.

After all, Song Yuanqiao is the senior brother and the current head of the Wudang Sect. He stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Report to Master, I'm sorry for the rude disciples. This matter is too ridiculous. I can't obey my fate..."

When the rest of the people heard this, although they did not speak, they all nodded slightly and expressed their agreement with the eldest brother's opinion.

"Um?"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, and instantly pulled down his old face, and said with displeasure: "Why, do you think your wings are hard? I think your master is old? Is it useless to speak?"

As he said that, he laughed furiously and said, "Okay, okay, the old Taoist will leave, it's better not to wait for Wudang Mountain!"

In front of Xiao Ning, his apprentice was contradicted on the spot and could not get out of Taiwan. Where can Lao Zhang put his face?

After saying that, he pulled Xiao Ning's arm and walked out.

"Crash!"

Except for the disabled Yu Sanxia Yu Daiyan, the other six of the seven heroes of Wudang knelt down and begged repeatedly:

"My disciple knows his mistake, please forgive me!"

"Master, calm down! Disciple, damn it!"

"The disciple knows that he is wrong, please calm down your anger!"

Song Yuanqiao burst into tears and kowtowed continuously.

Zhang Sanfeng is not only the teacher of the seven of them, but also the founder of the Wudang Sect, but also the Dinghai Dinghai Needle of the entire Wudang Sect. If he was angry and left his master, what would be the face of Song Yuanqiao to meet his fellow workers in the world?

Seeing this scene, Xiao Ning spoke out and advised: "Please calm down your anger. If it is because of Xiao, you will be punished by your master and disciple, then Xiao will be punished and died!"

Whether Lao Zhang is really angry or shows her, Xiao Ning must give Lao Zhang a step forward, otherwise, their master and apprentice will turn against each other and it will be difficult for them to end.

Hearing Xiao Ning's words, the extremely anxious Six Heroes of Wudang cast a grateful look on him and developed a hint of affection for him.

"snort!"

Hearing Xiao Ning's persuasion, Zhang Sanfeng stopped, but his face was still angry, and he snorted coldly: "You little bastards are really ignorant. Do you think it's amazing to have a little reputation in the world? I think the eldest, the second, and the third, I am really stupid!"

"Why can the old Taoist be powerful in the world for decades without anyone dare to doubt it? Is it because the old Taoist has a high seniority? Is it because the old Taoist is old?"

Zhang Sanfeng's tone was aggressive and he refused to give up: "Not all!"

"Relying on the old Taoist martial arts, his fists are strong enough!"

"Those who are not convinced are scared by the old Taoist!"

"So, the old Taoist can be called the world's number one master by the world!"

"Don't think that I, a young fellow Taoist, have reached the realm of martial arts mythology, even if I am no less than the old Taoist."

Zhang Sanfeng's voice echoed in the Zhenwu Hall, but the words said made the six heroes of Wudang change their faces one by one. They looked like they saw a ghost, and looked at Xiao Ning with disbelief.

"Brother Dao loves you. Xiao's martial arts are far behind that of Brother Dao!"

Xiao Ning smiled slightly, very modest.

"Hiss!" ×6

The six heroes of Wudang took a breath.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was old, he was not confused. On the contrary, he was very smart. As a disciple, he naturally believed what he said.

What's more, Xiao Ning's words also indirectly verifies what Zhang Sanfeng said is not false.

But, how is this possible?

Seeing Xiao Ning's appearance of fuzz and breasts not drying, even if he started practicing from his womb, how advanced can he be?

Moreover, the martial arts myth!

What is this concept?

In the martial arts world, there are not 100,000 or 80,000 formal warriors who have cultivated internal strength in the entire world. However, only masters whose cultivation level reaches the level of martial arts mythology are the only master Zhang Zhenren.

How could Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, gain a false reputation?

Their senior brother Song Yuanqiao has been taught martial arts since he was a child and has been practicing martial arts for more than 40 years, but he is still at the ninth level of acquired cultivation and has not even touched the edge of the innate realm.

Not only Song Yuanqiao, but also many people are there who have the same cultivation level as him in the martial arts world and are stuck at the ninth level of the acquired sky.

From this we can know how difficult it is to break through the innate realm!

As the head of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao knew even more clearly that Xiao Ning was a fireworking Taoist on the mountain. He was taken to the mountain by Junior Brother Yu since he was a child and had never been exposed to martial arts at all. If he had martial arts cultivation in martial arts mythology, it would be a big laugh!

Perhaps seeing the people still having doubts, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xiao Ning and whispered: "Fellow Taoist, why don't you show your nephews bother to open your eyes?"

"No need!" Xiao Ning shook his head and refused.

I, Mr. Xiao, learn martial arts, is used to perform juggling for you? If you like to believe it, you believe it, but if you don’t believe it, you will lose a few bangs!

Hearing Xiao Ning's words, Mo Shenggu, the youngest seventh hero among the Wudang Seven Heroes, spoke out: "What, don't you dare? Isn't it a Xibei product?"

"Seventh brother!" ×5

Song Yuanqiao and the other five knew that they were going to be affected by Mo Shenggu's words. Although they were suspicious in their hearts, they asked directly, which was completely torn apart.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

When Xiao Ning heard this, his face turned cold, and his aura gradually rose up, like a dark cloud covering the top of the Wudang Seven Heroes.
Chapter completed!