After that, Zhang Sanfeng pointed to one of them and said, "This is Master Miao Wuji from Shu. He is the best in the world. He is invincible throughout Shu."

Song Yu and Zhang Xuan hurriedly looked over and saw that the person had a beautiful figure, a ruddy haircut, and a sharp gaze that seemed to be able to see through one's heart. Song Yu and Zhang Xuan hurriedly shifted their gazes away because his gaze was too forceful, causing the two of them to be unable to catch their breath.

Zhang Sanfeng then introduced, "This is the Lingnan Heroic Assassin, Elder Lang Piao. He is a good person with two palms and a set of Blue Wave Palm techniques that no one would be able to defeat."

This person was around fifty years old, with jet-black hair at his temples. He had a serious expression on his face, and was not smiling at all. He was seven feet tall, and his breathing was steady and heavy.

Afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng introduced the two to the several seniors in the hall. Although the remaining few were not as strong as the previous four in terms of inner force cultivation, they were still top martial artists. It could be seen that they had attracted quite a few experts.

These people probably had very few opportunities to show their faces in the martial arts world, and they were all in the state of seclusion. If not for the fact that this martial arts competition was a battle between two rarely seen experts, it was likely that they would never see it again in their entire lives.

Yu Lianzhou's heart was also filled with excitement. There were more than thirteen people in the hall, all over half a century old, and according to her master's introduction, they were all top elites in the martial arts world, especially the top four. Their martial arts cultivation was much higher than the rest of the people, and they were all top elites in the martial arts world.

As he thought to himself, ever since the Mongolians occupied the Central Plains, they had repeatedly killed and massacred many Han Chinese. Kublai Lie was especially angry about his brother's death in Yangguo's hands, so he was extremely fearful of the people in the Central Plains martial arts forest. After the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, he ordered the burning of martial arts manuals, forbade the people to practice martial arts, and slaughtered the martial artists on a large scale.

Although the inheritance of martial arts had been persecuted, but the people of the Central Plains were capable of producing generations, and a large number of outstanding people emerged. They created their own cultivation technique to resist the destruction of Yuan Ting, and after decades of experience, the Central Plains had also produced many experts.

Ordinary armies could do nothing to these experts, but to eliminate these people, they would have to mobilize a large number of men, which would take a lot of time and effort. With the fall of the Yuan Court in recent years, they would no longer be able to destroy these people.

The more difficult it was, the greater one's potential would be. Faced with the pressure from the Yuan Courtyard, a group of martial arts geniuses emerged, and the few people in the great hall were the representatives.

Just as the thoughts of the lotus boat spun a hundred times, an old woman's voice suddenly sounded by his ear.

"Grand Master Emei Feng Zhe, disciple Gu Hong Zi, and Fang Ruping pay their respects to Master Zhang."

Although this voice sounded old, it was clear and powerful. It was like a soft voice, like the chirping of birds coming out of a valley. The people in the hall stood up one after another. Zhang Sanfeng took the lead and went out to welcome them. Song Yu and Liu Suifeng hurriedly followed him.

The people on the square had already stood up and wanted to see the Sect Leader Emei's elegance, but they soon saw three people stepping into the square. The person in the lead was holding a great sword and was dressed like a nun, he looked like a beautiful lady, and if it wasn't for the wrinkles on her forehead and the corners of her eyes, people would have believed that she was thirty years old.

Behind him followed a man and a woman. The man appeared to be around twenty years old. He was dressed in blue and looked extraordinary. He had a handsome appearance and was eight feet tall. The woman was dressed in a light green dress. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her features were very beautiful. She was tall and slender, and if one looked closely, they would see her looking out of the corner of her eyes at the man beside her.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward and said, "Emei came from afar, and this old Taoist was unable to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me."

"Sage Zhang, no need to be so courteous. You have a very good relationship with my master, and can be considered to be my senior. I do not dare to accept such a huge gift from you."

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, an image of a young girl appeared in his mind. He remembered that she had left an unforgettable image in his mind with her light yellow dress. He pressed his heart and quickly entered the hall.

He only heard Grandmaster Fengling say, "Slow down, Zhang Zhenren. I ran into Karakorum, Kongtong, Mount Hua, and the Shaolin Sect Leader at the foot of the mountain. I was here to inform you."

Upon hearing that, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly said, "How is this old Taoist able? I have troubled the entire Jianghu to help me. I am ashamed."

Moments

"Huashan Ning Yun Qing, Junior Brother Gao Si Cheng, Fang Dong Bai, Disciple Bai Yuan pays his respects to Dao Master Zhang."

"Bailu Zi from Karakorum, my disciple Ye Wuya, Ban Shushan, He Taichong pays his respects to Dao Master Zhang."

"Kongtong Cang Song Zi, bring disciple Guan Neng, Zong Weixia, Tang Wenliang, Chang Jingzhi, and Hu Bao to greet Dao Master Zhang."

In just a moment, a group of people had arrived. The Hua Shan Sect's Sect Leader was dressed in grey, appearing to be in his forties with light steps and a neat and tidy three-pronged beard. There were three people following behind him. Two of them were around thirty years old, one was tall and thin, the other was short and fat, and the last one was a fifteen to sixteen year old teenager.

One of them was a dignified looking man who looked to be about twenty years old. Presumably, he was the eldest disciple of the Karakorum, Ye Wuya, the other was an ordinary looking girl with a short stature, about eighteen to nineteen years old, who was also an outstanding disciple of the Karakorum, Ban Shushan. The last young man was handsome, around sixteen to seventeen years old, so he must be He Taichong.

Cangtong Zi of the Kongtong Sect was dressed in a daoist robe. His hair was young, his stature was short, and he was over six feet tall. Behind him were five disciples — all outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the Kongtong Sect.

After chatting for a while, they suddenly heard a loud and clear Buddhist chant, "Amitabha", resounding in their ears. Everyone praised it in their hearts as they raised their heads to look down the mountain, only to see several monks ascend the mountain.

The leader was wearing a monastic robe, holding a staff in his hand, he slowly walked over with two middle-aged monks at his side and four disciples in the end. The seven of them walked together, and their auras were consistent, and everyone present felt a strong pressure blowing towards them, the faces of those with weak kung fu skills turned pale, and they all retreated, the Sect Leaders of various sects could only release their auras to protect the disciples behind them.

When Yu Lianzhou felt the aura, it was like a hammer striking down on her heart. She only felt difficulty in breathing and was about to retreat when she felt a gust of wind pass by. She turned around and saw her master holding a horsetail whisk in front of her, blocking the pressure.

"High monk Shaolin has come to visit you in Wudang. This old Taoist is extremely terrified." Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward, his left hand holding the horsetail whisk and his right hand bowing, to welcome the tall monk.

Upon seeing Zhang Sanfeng's movements, the seven Shaolin disciples only felt a surge of pure holy qi flowing in front of them. Immediately, they felt the Qi in their bodies congealing, the seven of them looked at each other, retracting their Qi and taking a step forward.

The monk in front of him did not have a trace of breath left, those with low cultivation were surprised, they did not understand why, only those with high cultivation would feel that Wu Dang had fought with Shaolin just now, and felt that Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation was not as deep as theirs.