Not long after, Mo Ziming drove away in a carriage at night.

Wangcai and the other two were lying in the woods forever...

Mo Ziming did not use any Wudang Sect moves, so naturally he didn't have to worry about his identity being seen through.

But the subsequent itinerary is more low-key and careful to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Fortunately, the next trip was quite smooth.

In the morning of that day, the family finally arrived at a small market town at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

"Farewell finally arrived."

Yin Susu couldn't help lifting the curtain and looking at Wudang Mountain near her, and said happily.

"Mom, I want to get off the car and take a look."

After all, Zhang Wuji was still a child, and he couldn't sit still when he heard the noisy sound outside.

"No, don't get out!"

Mo Ziming immediately turned around and slapped in a stern tone.

"Mom..." Zhang Wuji was startled and tears fell to his mother's arms.

"My husband, don't scare the child. This has already arrived in Wudang Mountain, so there should be no problem..."

"Even if you get there, you can't take it lightly."

Upon hearing this, Yin Susu couldn't help but sigh, patted her son's head and comforted him: "Wuji, my father is right. Those people can do anything for your adopted father's sword."

"Why did they steal the sword of their adopted father?"

"Wuji, don't ask so much, you just need to remember that no one can reveal a word when anyone asks about your adopted father's whereabouts, no matter how he forces you."

"I know, my father said that even if you die, you can't betray your friends, otherwise you will be unfaithful."

"Good son~"

Mo Ziming nodded with relief.

At this time, an accident suddenly began...

It is in line with the ancient saying: If a son wants to avoid it, he will encounter it.

“Hahahahaha~”

"Zhang Cuishan~Zhang Cuishan~"

Suddenly, a cold wind blew everywhere in the sky, accompanied by a sound of ghosts and howling, which made people feel pain in their eardrums and dizzy.

For a moment, the bustling small town became chaotic.

The people panicked, either hugging their heads or covering their ears and fled in scattering.

"No, it's Xuanming ghost crying at night."

Yin Susu was knowledgeable and suddenly realized the other party's origin.

The Xuanming ghost crying at night is a unique skill of the famous "Xuanming Two Elders" in the world. It belongs to a sound wave attack, similar to the Buddhist lion's roar.

The two elders of Xuanming, one is called "Lu Zhangke" and the other is called "He Biweng".

The two are top experts in the world, and their unique skill is the "Xuanming Divine Palm", which makes countless people in the world frightened.

Made, why did these two old guys appear in advance?

What exactly went wrong?

At this moment, Mo Ziming's face was as ugly as it was.

But now he plays Zhang Wuxia, who loves his wife and children, can't leave his wife and children and run away alone, right?

It seems that a fierce battle is inevitable.

"Which master is this? Show me up, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Mo Ziming pretended to be ignorant and raised his head and shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew over in the air...

The other party is good at the extremely vicious Xuanming Divine Palm, so Mo Ziming naturally won’t be so stupid that he fights the other party’s palm.

When he shouted, he was already holding the sword in his hand.

Since your identity has been exposed, there is no need to hide it. Naturally, you have to use Wudang sword technique to face the enemy.

The one who took action this time was He Biweng.

"Su Su is careful, they are the two elders of Xuanming, and one of them has not appeared."

Mo Ziming reminded him, and at the same time he held the sword and faced his opponent.

"Bang~bang~"

The two of them took two moves in the air and fell to the ground.

At this time, you can see the advantages of both sides.

He Biweng was leisurely and looked at ease, but a trace of blood surged from the corner of Mo Ziming's mouth.

Although his strength is higher than the real Zhang Cuishan, the two elders Xuanming are today's peerless masters, and there are only a few people who can compete with him.

Otherwise, how could the two elders of Xuanming be invited by King Ruyang of Dayuan and, under the leadership of Princess Zhao Min, speak wildly: Kill Shaolin first, and then destroy Wudang?

"Haha, I heard that Zhang Wuxia is Zhang Sanfeng's most proud disciple, and his martial arts are nothing more than that."

He Biweng's tone was sarcastic and smiled coldly at Mo Ziming.

Mo Ziming was lazy and talked to him, subconsciously glanced at him, and said, "I guess you are one of the two elders of Xuanming, and the other one, why don't you dare to show up?"

"What, are you afraid? Hahaha! Don't worry, it will appear when it should."

After saying that, He Biweng waved his palm again and attacked him.

In desperation, Mo Ziming could only use Wudang's unique skills with all his strength and fight with Tiyunzong's light skills.

He is not an opponent at all, if he accidentally falls into Xuanming Divine Palm, the consequences will be even more serious.

“Cuishan…”

Yin Susu stood on the carriage with an anxious look on her face, neither helping nor helping.

After all, her son is still in the carriage, so she can't leave her son alone.

"Don't worry about me, take care of my son, be careful of another old guy's sneak attack."

Unfortunately, the result was arguably.

At this moment, the deer walker suddenly appeared and slapped Yin Susu with a palm.

"Su Su, don't go against him!"

Mo Ziming couldn't help but shout.

Unfortunately, it's still one step late.

Because the deer walker was too fast, Yin Susu was caught off guard and subconsciously raised her palm to block it...

"Bang~"

Needless to say, he was slapped away by a palm.

Once you exercise your skills, your palms will immediately turn black and condense a layer of frost.

This is the evil point of Xuanming Divine Palm.

Its palm is cold and contains a strange poison. The more you use your energy to resist, the faster it will occur, and may even cause blood to freeze and die.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Jianke smashed the carriage with one palm and grabbed Zhang Wuji in his hand.

"Let my son be released!"

Yin Susu exclaimed sadly.

Mo Ziming said with a gloomy face: "After all, you are famous seniors in the world, and you actually do something to hold children hostages. Are you not afraid of laughter from all over the world?"

"Zhang Cuishan, don't show off your quarrels here. If you want your son, hurry up and tell me the whereabouts of the Golden Lion King Xie Xun."

"Don't think about it!"

"Haha, you've thought about it. What would happen if we put a Xuanming Divine Palm on your son?"

"Don't hurt my son..." Yin Susu said hurriedly: "Children are innocent.

If the two seniors are willing to give up their hands and let my children go, the Wudang Sect and the Ming Church will be grateful for their great kindness."

"Hahaha!" Lu Zhanke laughed arrogantly: "I want to use Wudang and Ming Cult to suppress me? Do you think we will be afraid?"

"Isn't you really afraid?"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the sky.

Then he saw a fat, white-bearded and white-haired old Taoist flying down from the sky.

“Master~”

“Master~”

Mo Ziming and Yin Susu were very surprised and both came forward to greet each other.

"Yeah~"

Zhang Sanfeng responded, then stepped forward and bowed: "I, Zhang Sanfeng, please ask the two of you to let go of my little disciple."

As a result, the two elders Xuanming looked at each other and smiled sarcastically: "I didn't expect that Zhang Zhenren, who is famous all over the world, is just a fat man with a bad appearance..."
Chapter completed!