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

"You haven't seen it yet?"

Then he glanced at Zhang Wuji standing in the middle of the field and noticed that he was wearing the clothes of a third-generation Wudang disciple.

It seems they are deliberately disguising themselves and don't want to reveal their true colors yet.

Zhang Sanfeng was even more confused by Yin Tianzheng's words.

But the White-browed Eagle King, with a smile in his eyes, leaned closer:

"My dear in-law, guess who the new leader of my Ming Cult is?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and shook his head:

"I've been in seclusion and was just called out. I don't know anything about it."

Yin Tianzheng grinned, his voice lowered but brimming with smugness:

"It's my dear grandson, your adorable grand-disciple—Zhang Wuji!"

"What?"

Yu Daiyan, lying on the stretcher, was the first to cry out, then asked with a look of surprise:

"Wuji is still alive?!"

Yin Tianzheng nodded vigorously, his voice brimming with excitement: "Wuji is not only lively and energetic, but his kung fu skills are so impressive that even I, his grandfather, was shocked!"

"Okay! Okay!"

Zhang Sanfeng uttered two "good"s in a row, his eyebrows trembling with laughter.

You could tell the old man was genuinely overjoyed.

"It's good that Wuji is alive. I think the Xuanming Divine Palm's cold poison on his body must have been completely removed long ago! Good!"

The old man added two more "good"s.

Zhang Wuji stood there, his eyes instantly reddening.

At that moment, for the first time, he felt he had found a home.

All these people on Wudang Mountain are my closest relatives!

He would absolutely not allow anyone to lay a finger on them!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Zhang Wuji suddenly turned to the side, his gaze piercing like a knife as he looked at A'da, who was wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Ah Da raised his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and with a sneer, said, "Have you finished recognizing your relatives? Are you still going to fight or not?"

Zhang Wuji remained silent, but a chilling aura emanated from him.

Ah Da also tensed up, holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword horizontally in front of his chest.

The White-Browed Eagle King spoke up at this point, his tone filled with dissatisfaction: "You guys are really breaking the rules of the martial world!"

"I'm not mistaken, that's the divine weapon, the Heaven-Reliant Sword, in your hand?"

"On our side... uh... this young man is empty-handed. Even if you win, it won't be a fair fight!"

Ah Da listened to Yin Tianzheng's words, his face clearly showing impatience, but he still replied, "Don't you Wudang swordsmanship boast about being the best? What's wrong with giving you a sword?"

Zhang Wuji waved his hand and said, "It's true that I'm from Wudang, but I just joined the sect and haven't learned a single sword move. Let's fight like this."

Just starting out?

Never learned swordsmanship?

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan were even more confused.

He's never even practiced swordsmanship. The Cloud Ladder Leap and the Thirty-Two Forms of Wudang Long Fist are all at a higher level. How could he use them so smoothly?

But no matter how much they wondered, they were certain that this young man was no match for Wudang.

The problem is, he said he didn't know swordsmanship, but the guy opposite him was holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword!

The power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword is something only those who touch it know!

Both Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan couldn't help but feel a little more worried.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He recalled the young man's astonishing comprehension.

Having learned Tai Chi before, Zhang Sanfeng felt confident and beckoned to him, "Child, come over here."

Just as Zhang Wuji was about to make a move, he heard this voice, quickly turned around, strode up to Zhang Sanfeng, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting: "Grandmaster!"

Zhang Sanfeng patted his shoulder and said softly, "Watch carefully."

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow, feeling genuinely excited.

Here it comes, here it comes, the iconic scene is about to unfold—a live swordplay demonstration on Mount Wudang.

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he casually raised his hand, and the swords at the waists of the three Wudang disciples beside him flew out on their own as if being pulled by something, landing steadily in Zhang Wuji's hand.

Zhang Wuji caught the sword, paused for a moment, and looked up at his master.

Zhang Sanfeng switched the whisk to his left hand, and with a flick of his right index and middle fingers, a visible stream of air condensed between them, as if it had come to life, and directly formed a long sword.

The sword formed from true qi actually exuded a chilling sense of oppression, and it could vaguely rival the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Everyone around was stunned.

Xiao Yaoqing couldn't help but nod: "Old Zhang is really something."

He could do that if he wanted to, but he hasn't tried it yet.

Besides, is it even worth it? He doesn't even know proper swordsmanship, and who knows when he'll be able to use that broken sword anymore. What's the point of getting a sword with true qi? To cut fruit?

Ah Da gripped the Heaven-Slaying Sword, frowned as he looked at it for a while, then glanced back at Zhao Min.

Zhao Min waved her hand at Ah San and lowered her voice: "Let him teach me. I don't believe he can learn anything fancy with such little skill."

Once the master has spoken, Ah Da can't stop him.

Xiao Yaoqing inwardly scoffed: Zhao Min is still too green; she has no idea how outrageously gifted Zhang Wuji is. Sometimes he even wondered if that guy had secretly used some kind of cheat code.

In just a short while, sword light flashed wildly and sword energy surged in the main hall of Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng lightly swung his True Qi Sword, the movement appearing weak and lacking power.

Following his rhythm, Zhang Wuji slowly began to dance as well.

Sword energy crisscrossed the main hall, and the oppressive feeling made one's scalp tingle.

Everyone could smell the scent of death in that chilling aura.

Even Zhao Min had to admit that Zhang Sanfeng was indeed quite capable.

The one who is suffering the most at this moment is Ah Da, who is holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

He looked at Zhang Wuji, who was still practicing sword moves, and his heart pounded with anxiety.

"We absolutely mustn't let this kid learn this sword technique..."

"If he really learns it, even with the Heaven-Slaying Sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand more than a few of his moves!"

The power of Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi sword technique is evident.

Xiao Yaoqing stood to the side, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He wasn't envious that Zhang Wuji had someone to teach him.

He was just envious of Zhang Sanfeng's swordsmanship!

He wants to learn too!

Not long after, Zhang Sanfeng stopped his attack.

The sword of true energy gathered at his fingertips vanished instantly.

The main hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were on Zhang Wuji, who had his eyes closed, as if he was still savoring the sword move he had just made.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't urge him; he just stood there and waited.

After a while, Zhang Sanfeng spoke:

"How are you feeling?"

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes, his expression hesitant, and shook his head:

"It seems... I've forgotten about 30%."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Tianzheng and Yu Daiyan's expressions changed drastically, their faces filled with anxiety.

But no one noticed that the curve of Zhang Sanfeng's lips actually widened.

"And now?"

"I've forgotten about 50%!"

Zhang Wuji's voice had a touch of lightness to it.

Yin Tianzheng was so anxious that he stamped his feet and started shouting:

"My dear in-law! Why don't you demonstrate it again? We haven't even started fighting yet, and you've already forgotten half of it. How are we going to fight later?"

Zhang Sanfeng completely ignored him, still smiling as he looked at Zhang Wuji:

"It's quite surprising that he could grasp this level in such a short time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wuji suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Grandmaster! I've forgotten everything!"

"good!"

Zhang Sanfeng's shout of "Good!" was full of energy.

"What's so good about it!"

Yin Tianzheng's face turned red with anxiety. "How can we fight if we've forgotten everything? Isn't this just suicide?"

Everyone on Zhao Min's side, except for Xiao Yaoqing, breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Ah Da.

His eyes flashed with disdain again as he looked at Zhang Wuji's simple-minded expression and chuckled softly.

But Zhang Wuji didn't care at all.

He walked onto the stage with his Wudang sword in hand, looking very confident.

He slashed his longsword diagonally, pointing it directly at the man opposite him, and shouted, "Come on!"

"snort!"

Ah Da snorted coldly, touched the ground with his toes, and pounced forward in a flash.

Zhang Wuji remained calm and raised his sword to meet the attack.

"clang--"

The two swords collided.

Everyone present thought that Zhang Wuji's ordinary iron sword from Wudang Mountain would definitely break in two if it met the Heaven Sword!

Who would have thought that this broken sword would actually clash with the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which can cut through iron like mud?

Just as the two swords clashed, Ah Da's expression suddenly changed.

He felt as if his Heaven-Slaying Sword was being held tightly by something, and a strange suction force came from the sword, almost pulling him in!

He quickly exerted his strength to pull back.

How could Zhang Wuji let him escape?

With a quick movement of his feet, Wudang footwork followed, directly trapping A'da within the sword circle of the Tai Chi sword.

Standing in that circle of swords, Ah Da was like a small boat in a storm, swaying left and right, unable to keep his footing, and could only be led by the nose by Zhang Wuji.

He who was just taking the initiative to attack has now become a target to be hit.

When Zhao Min's group saw this, their brows furrowed in worry.

The two elders of Xuanming leaned close to Zhao Min's ear and whispered, "Master, A'da can't hold on any longer."

The voice just fell.

"ah--"

A scream rang out.

Ah Da coughed up blood and flew backward, the Heaven-Slaying Sword slipping from his hand.

The sword drew a beautiful arc in mid-air. Zhang Wuji looked up and sent a gust of wind through his palm.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword obediently flew backward.

As if they had planned it beforehand, Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk lightly.

"Canglang"

With a thud, the Heaven-Slaying Sword struck the stone platform directly behind Zhang Sanfeng. He said in a deep voice:

"This Heaven-Slaying Sword is the most prized treasure of the Emei Sect. No matter how you obtained it, from now on, Wudang will keep it for them."

Isn't this just blatantly trying to confiscate it?

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "I can't let the old man swallow the Heaven-Slaying Sword. I'm still waiting for Lianxing to take it back to Yihua Palace and have a showdown with Bixue Zhaodanqing."

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand.

As Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he casually raised his hand and said, "Wudang will accept this Heaven-Slaying Sword for now."

Yu Daiyan, lying on the stretcher, Zhang Wuji, and Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King beside Zhang Sanfeng, all wore smug expressions.

That's quite a boast. The opponent was wielding the genuine Heaven-Slaying Sword, yet he couldn't even defeat a third-generation Wudang disciple, who had only learned a few sword techniques.

Not to mention, even the swords were confiscated.

This move by the other side was a complete disaster, a double loss. Just imagine the expressions on Zhao Min and her group's faces right now; they must be feeling worse than if they'd swallowed a fly.

Several people couldn't wait to turn around and mock the other side.

But the smiles on their faces hadn't fully bloomed yet—

"warehouse--"

A clear, sharp sword rang out.