Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

Her words were actually a way of exaggerating Zhang Sanfeng's greatness.

To be honest, according to the original script, Zhang Sanfeng shouldn't have made a move today.

But now that the old Taoist priest has no injuries at all, things are hard to say!

Zhao Min didn't give Zhang Sanfeng much time to think, and continued:

"Master Zhang, I have a few servants who have long wanted to experience your skills!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San stepped out from the crowd.

They stood side by side in front of Zhao Min and Xiao Yaoqing, their imposing presence was astounding.

Only then did Zhang Sanfeng shift his gaze from Zhao Min and properly examine the three people.

Upon seeing it, he was slightly startled.

Such profound internal strength!

Zhang Sanfeng was indeed a bit surprised; he hadn't expected this "Zhang Wuji."

There was actually a master of this caliber hidden among us.

But it was just an accident.

Shocked? Afraid?

That is impossible.

Even if ten more masters like Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San came, Zhang Sanfeng would still be confident of taking them all down with a single move.

This is the gap in strength, an insurmountable chasm.

Zhang Wuji also noticed the three people at this moment.

He had never seen these faces before.

At this moment, I understood – the cultivation levels of these three were only slightly lower than those of the Xuanming Elders.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Where did Zhao Min find so many skilled fighters?"

Ah San had already stood up from the ground, bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Master Zhang, please enlighten me!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at him, his eyes flickering.

Then, he swayed his body casually.

Xiao Yaoqing could tell at a glance that this swaying was intentional and an act.

But Zhang Wuji, standing behind, immediately frowned, his eyes filled with worry.

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was about to leave the stage, Zhang Wuji suddenly spoke up:

"Grand Master!"

The sound carried throughout the entire hall, and everyone turned to look.

Zhao Min looked in the direction of the voice, her pupils shrinking slightly: "Zhang Wuji? He's at Wudang Mountain too?!"

Xiao Yaoqing had seen Zhang Wuji long ago, and even without looking, he knew that Zhang Wuji would be there.

However, this good-for-nothing who greatly disappointed Xiao Yaoqing was not worth a second glance.

Zhang Sanfeng also turned around and looked at the "young Taoist priest".

He began to wonder, "Is this kid going to make a move?"

He had already secretly gathered his inner energy.

But Zhang Wuji stepped out from the crowd and respectfully clasped his hands in a salute to Zhang Sanfeng:

"Greetings, Grand Master!"

Then, he looked up at Zhao Min, then turned to Zhang Sanfeng, his tone very serious:

"Grandmaster, these bandits have come up the mountain to cause trouble. This third-generation scion should hold them off first. It's not too late for you to intervene after they've been defeated!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Sanfeng raised an eyebrow, his surprise impossible to hide.

He had always thought that this kid was also an assassin who had infiltrated the group.

But now, this kid is actually offering to play in his place?

"Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

Zhang Sanfeng had a question mark in his mind.

However, he didn't show it on his face, and nodded naturally:

"Very well. It'll be a good opportunity for your grandmaster to see how much your kung fu has improved over the years."

Zhang Wuji gave Zhang Sanfeng a confident smile, strode confidently into the hall.

When Ah San saw this, he was surprised to find that Wudang Mountain had only sent a third-generation disciple to meet his challenge.

A hint of contempt, and even a touch of annoyance, immediately appeared on his face.

Zhang Wuji clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ah San, but before he could speak...

The Indian guy on the other side let out a loud shout and charged towards Zhang Wuji like a cannonball.

Zhang Wuji remained calm and composed, assuming a starting stance.

The two bumped into each other in the blink of an eye.

The dull thuds of fists hitting his body echoed incessantly.

Lying on the stretcher, Yu Daiyan nodded with a satisfied look in his eyes and said, "This is my Wudang Thirty-Two Forms Long Fist. This kid has mastered it!"

Zhang Sanfeng's surprise deepened, and he secretly wondered, "How does he know the Wudang Thirty-Two Forms Long Fist? Could he really be from Wudang?"

"When did such a figure emerge from among the three generations of disciples of Wudang?"

The reason Zhang Sanfeng felt that Zhang Wuji was extraordinary was because the boy's internal energy seemed to flow out endlessly, as if it were free.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Zhang Wuji use Wudang's Zhenshan Palm and Tiyun Zong.

Zhang Sanfeng was now even more certain that the young man in front of him was definitely one of his Wudang disciples.

His previous wariness of Zhang Wuji gradually relaxed, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan's eyes widened simultaneously, a look of disbelief flashing in their eyes.

The two then exchanged a glance, and Yu Daiyan couldn't help but ask, "Master, isn't this... isn't this the Tai Chi you just demonstrated?"

"He learned it after only watching it once?!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes also showed joy. He nodded and lowered his voice, saying, "You were able to grasp half of the cooking technique after just one look. This reminds me of your fifth brother."

Indeed, at that very moment, Zhang Sanfeng saw the shadow of his beloved disciple Zhang Cuishan in Zhang Wuji.

After all, this is Zhang Wuji.

You should be able to learn about 70-80% of the original Zhang Wuji from watching it once.

Their comprehension is on a superhuman level.

However, when Zhang Sanfeng was demonstrating, he was still thinking about Xiao Yaoqing's "Transplanting Flowers and Jade" technique.

So I spaced out for a moment.

Even so, if someone can understand even 50% of it, they would definitely be a genius among geniuses.

The moment Zhang Wuji unleashed Tai Chi, Ah San suddenly felt a strain and was completely unable to defend himself.

Indeed, the profound and unpredictable skill of Tai Chi caught the Indians completely off guard.

"puff"

With a loud thud, Ah San was struck hard in the chest and flew backward.

Seeing this, Ah Er didn't say a word and pounced on Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji showed no fear whatsoever when facing his new opponent.

This wasn't because he was particularly confident in himself, but rather because he had confidence in the Tai Chi style created by his master.

Seeing that his second brother had already started fighting with Zhang Wuji, Ah San, who had fallen to the ground, rubbed his chest, got up from the ground, and rushed back into the battle.

Tai Chi is a profound martial art, and when combined with the Nine Yang True Qi within Zhang Wuji's body, its power is multiplied several times over, making it impossible for Ah Er and Ah San to withstand.

Not long after, there was a "click-clack" sound.

Several crisp cracking sounds were followed by heart-wrenching screams.

Zhang Wuji broke both of Ah San's legs, and Ah Er's arms were also completely crippled.

Zhang Wuji tossed the two people into the crowd behind Zhao Min like trash.

"you!"

Ah Da stared at the scene so hard his eyes almost bled.

But he didn't rush in like Ah Er did.

He was waiting for Zhao Min's orders.

After all, his mission today isn't here.

Zhang Wuji glanced at the unconscious Ah Er and Ah San on the ground, a contemptuous smile on his lips, then turned to Zhao Min, his tone mocking:

"Is that all you've got? You think you can cause trouble for my grandmaster?"

"Girl, your men's kung fu skills are still lacking."

Zhao Min frowned, glanced at the two good-for-nothings on the ground, and muttered to herself:

"What a useless thing."

Then, Zhao Min looked at A'da and waved her hand:

"Ah Da, kill him for me!"

Ah Da had been waiting for those words. Then, with a clang...

With a whoosh, the longsword was drawn, its cold light flashing.

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan's pupils contracted simultaneously:

"The Heaven-Slaying Sword?!"

They hadn't noticed what kind of sword Ah Da was holding; their minds were entirely on Zhang Wuji.

I'm still wondering when Wudang produced such a powerful third-generation disciple.

Now Ah Da stepped forward, and the moment his sword was drawn, the imposing aura of it forced them to take notice of this peculiar sword.

The two recognized it at a glance—it was the Heaven-Slaying Sword of Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect!

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan exchanged a glance, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts at the same time.

Judging from this situation, the Emei Sect has probably suffered the same fate as the Shaolin Sect.

Zhang Wuji stared at the Heaven-Slaying Sword, his heart filled with more vigilance.

After all, like Xiao Yaoqing, he still doesn't know how to use any weapons, let alone those profound sword techniques.

But before Ah Da could charge up, a hawk's cry suddenly came from outside the main hall.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful voice boomed:

"The Ming Cult's White-Browed Eagle King has arrived to lend his assistance!"

The sound of clothes rustling through the air rang out, and a figure swept past Zhao Min and the others, landing directly in front of Zhang Sanfeng with a whoosh of wind.

The visitor was none other than Zhang Wuji's maternal grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng.

Yin Tianzheng clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Sanfeng and said—

"My dear in-law, it's been so many years, you still look so energetic!"

Yin Tianzheng greeted him with a big smile.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the White-Browed Eagle King and smiled gently, replying:

"Eagle King, are you still in good health?"

Zhang Sanfeng had always had a good impression of this in-law.

Back then, everyone said that Yin Susu was a witch, but Zhang Sanfeng never thought that way.

The fact that Yin Tianzheng dared to establish his own sect when the Ming Cult was at its most chaotic and infamous shows that he still had righteous intentions in his heart.

Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng always held him in high regard.

White-browed Eagle King laughed heartily:

"My dear in-law, I have come to support Wudang on the orders of the acting leader of the Ming Cult!"

"These imposters are causing trouble everywhere under the banner of our Ming Cult. We must teach them a lesson today!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan, who was standing next to him, were both stunned.

The White-browed Eagle King was a well-known figure in the martial arts world, so they naturally recognized him.

But the group on the other side clearly said they came to avenge the loss at Bright Peak.

The White-Browed Eagle King said that they were sent by the sect leader to save Wudang.

It also pointed out that the guys on the other side were imposters?

If they're not from the Ming Cult, then who are they?

Just then, a cacophony of shouts and cries of battle suddenly erupted from the foot of Wudang Mountain.

The people in the hall all looked puzzled.

White-browed Eagle King explained:

"They are the Five Wanderers of my Ming Cult, brothers with the Five Elements Flag. They're probably already fighting with those imposters' henchmen."

Hearing Eagle King's words, Zhang Sanfeng breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with some curiosity:

"Eagle King, from what you're saying, your Ming Cult has found a new leader?"

The White-browed Eagle King was taken aback for a moment by the question, and subconsciously muttered something: