"Junior Sister Zhiruo is a disciple of her senior. The master punished her. Originally, I didn't dare to interfere, but Wudang and Junior Sister Zhiruo have an old age, so I was not good at not stopping her. And I could see that the master just wanted to scare Junior Sister Zhiruo, not intentionally hurt her, otherwise the ten Song Qingshu would not be able to block the master's sword power." Mu Yang moved him with emotion and reason, and with flattery, he finally made the scene come true.

How to leave the deepest impression on the beautiful woman is nothing more than a hero to save the beauty. This move has been used from ancient times to the present, but it is definitely the most classic move.

Mu Yang's great cause of saving beauty was successfully concluded.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Mu Yang with a hint of gratitude, which was a good beginning.

By the way, Miss Zhou's slender waist feels really good when she holds it.

Mu Yang retreated to the Wudang Sect square formation and looked at the broad sword in his hand. An extremely obvious gap had appeared on it. It seemed that the sword produced by modern metallurgical technology could not stop the sharpness of the Yitian Sword. If Mu Yang had not considered this and used the broad sword, the Qingfeng Sword might have been cut off directly.

However, judging from the performance of this sword, it is definitely a good weapon. After all, it is rare that it has blocked the Yitian Sword and was not cut off by the old nun.

The competition continued, and in the end, Master Mie Jue suffered a great loss under Zhang Wuji's hands. Then everyone looked at the Wudang Sect, the leader of the six major sects.

The Wudang Sect discussed Yu Lianzhou's departure, but Mu Yang stood up and said, "Father, master, let me do the first round."

"Qingshu, you are no match for this young man." Yu Lianzhou said.

"I just want to see more heroes in the world, and I won't care about winning or losing." Mu Yang said.

Song Yuanqiao thought for a while and said, "Okay, you come to the first game, but be careful."

Mu Yang raised his hand and bowed, then took out his Qingfeng sword and walked into the field.

"Junior Brother Wuji, Senior Brother Qingshu asks you for advice." Mu Yang said loudly. But with this sound, everyone present was shocked, especially the Wudang Sect, and the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng of the Tianying Sect.

"What, this young man is actually Wuji, the fifth junior brother's child."

"Is this young man who protects the Holy Church Susu's son and my grandson?"

"So there is still this relationship here. No wonder the Wudang Sect is not doing its best. Humph, if you are involved with the Demon Sect, you will definitely become like this in the end."

Everyone present was bustling and talking nonstop. Zhang Wuji said embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Qingshu, we should not compete. I just want to stop this dispute. No one will suffer casualties."

"I know your heart, junior brother, follow me to pay homage to my uncle." Mu Yang said.

"OK."

Zhang Wuji followed Mu Yang to the Wudang Sect. Zhang Wuji's eyes turned red and he knelt down directly, "Wuji paid homage to all the masters and uncles. Wuji just hid his body out of helplessness. I just hope that all the masters and uncles will not blame him."

Everyone can understand that during the war, such a person who blocked the six major sects was so embarrassing that he was afraid of causing misunderstandings from other sects, so Zhang Wuji had no superficial identity, and everyone in the Wudang Sect understood it very much.

"Wuji, get up. You have no news for so many years. That day, we heard the owner of Zhuwulianzhuang say that you fell off the cliff and died, and they were still secretly sad. Now that I see you coming back, my injuries have healed and I have practiced martial arts. The fifth junior brother has a spirit in the sky, so I will be happy for you." Song Yuanqiao pulled Zhang Wuji and said.
Chapter completed!