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

"Splash—"

Ice shards were scattered all over the ground.

My right hand was completely restored, as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Yaoqing's pupils contracted slightly upon seeing this, and he muttered to himself:

This old guy's Pure Yang Limitless Skill has reached the ultimate perfection.

Old Zhang really knew how to keep things hidden.

In truth, Xiao Yaoqing knew perfectly well that this Wudang patriarch also practiced the Pure Yang Limitless Skill, and like him, had reached the ultimate perfection level. Therefore, he could see through Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation level at a glance.

I remember ten years ago, Zhang Sanfeng's technique was only at the late stage at most. Otherwise, with his perfectly perfected pure Yang true energy, dissolving the Xuanming Cold Poison in Zhang Wuji's body would have been a piece of cake.

Of course, once the Pure Yang Limitless Skill is mastered, it can indeed unleash extremely powerful and yang internal energy to suppress the cold poison. However, in terms of ferocity and dominance, it is still slightly inferior to the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

It's about the same gap between the Xuanming Elders and Zhang Sanfeng.

Speaking of which, either of the Xuanming Elders alone was just one step away from becoming a top-tier master. Together, they were practically on the verge of that level. But with that tiny difference, Zhang Sanfeng could easily defeat them both with a single slap.

At this moment, the two Xuanming Elders were lying at Zhao Min's feet, blood streaming from their mouths and noses, which frightened her pretty face to death.

Both Hebi Weng and Lu Zhangke were filled with terror. Lu Zhangke clutched his chest, his voice trembling as he said to Zhao Min, "Master... he... he wasn't injured at all. He was just... cough cough... faking it..."

"What did you say?!"

Zhao Min's pupils suddenly contracted.

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Zhao Min's mind went blank for a moment.

"Master, Zhang Sanfeng is perfectly fine. He... he was just acting from beginning to end..."

Lu Zhangke forced back the blood that was rising in his throat and managed to utter those words with difficulty.

Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat after hearing this.

"How is that possible?"

Her eyes instantly betrayed her wariness and unease. She inwardly cursed, "This trip to Wudang is probably going to be a disaster!"

She's already considering leaving.

Even though she had anticipated that the Ming Cult would come to Wudang to provide support, she believed that her men could hold them off for a while, enough for her people to deal with Zhang Sanfeng.

Of course, this is all predicated on the previous assassination attempt succeeding and severely injuring the old Taoist priest.

But now, the results of the Xuanming Elders' risking their lives to test him are right here—this old man's sickly appearance was all an act.

In his prime, who could stop Zhang Sanfeng?

Is it Xiao Yaoqing?

Zhao Min subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Xiao Yaoqing beside her.

But immediately, she shook her head fiercely: "No! We can't let Xiao Yaoqing take such a risk!"

She was indeed confident in Xiao Yaoqing. But she wasn't sure who was stronger between Xiao Yaoqing and the old Taoist priest.

Even if there's only a 10% chance that Xiao Yaoqing will get hurt, she can't bear to.

Zhao Min's heart was pounding—after all, this was the man she truly loved.

But Zhang Sanfeng's gaze had already been locked onto Xiao Yaoqing again.

Xiao Yaoqing's heart tightened slightly.

He saw a bright, unwavering fighting spirit in the old Taoist's eyes. This fighting spirit was directed at him.

Does that mean you have to do it yourself?

Xiao Yaoqing was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

As the founder of the Wudang School, is it really necessary for you to look at a young junior like me with such eager eyes?

Zhang Sanfeng's voice rang out, unhurried and unhurried:

"Your Excellency, are you ready?"

This question was clearly directed at Xiao Yaoqing.

In Zhao Min's group, some were injured, others were crippled. Although Yu Chi Feng and Ku Toutuo were still standing, Zhang Sanfeng could tell at a glance that these two were no match for him. Only Xiao Yaoqing showed no signs of internal energy fluctuations, appearing like an ordinary person who knew nothing.

But it was precisely this "ordinary person"

He condensed a sword aura that seemed to have a tangible presence, snatched the Heaven-Slaying Sword right in front of him, and even severely injured Wuji, the one the White-Browed Eagle King had mentioned, with a backhand strike.

Zhang Sanfeng naturally regarded Xiao Yaoqing as his biggest opponent today.

"I……"

Before Xiao Yaoqing could speak, Zhao Min interrupted him, her tone tinged with urgency:

"Master Zhang's skill is indeed profound; we concede defeat in this round!"

"We'll head down the mountain now, so as not to disturb your meditation."

After saying that, she waved her hand, signaling her men to leave immediately.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yaoqing quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He really didn't want to fight Zhang Sanfeng.

He had no idea how capable he was in a fight. Besides, who wouldn't be intimidated by the name Zhang Sanfeng?

Fight? Forget about it.

Not only did Xiao Yaoqing breathe a sigh of relief, but everyone on Wudang Mountain, except for Zhang Sanfeng himself, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the Wudang sect won't suffer the same fate as the Shaolin sect today.

But Zhang Sanfeng's next words made everyone's hearts leap into their throats again:

"You think you can just pretend nothing happened after you hurt someone from Wudang?"

"Um?"

Everyone was stunned, and their eyes immediately fell on Zhang Sanfeng.

Yu Daiyan of Wudang was even more puzzled, staring at his master's retreating figure and muttering to himself:

"Why is Master acting so strangely today? Isn't he usually so peaceful and unassuming? Today... it's the first time he's wanted to cause trouble?"

Even so, he understood that there was nothing wrong with what his master was doing.

After all, it was Zhao Min who first came to cause trouble.

The Wudang sect members were attacked, and several with shallow cultivation levels even lost their lives. Anyone would be furious in this situation.

Think you can just pack up and leave? You're oversimplifying things.

If these words had come from the mouth of the White-browed Eagle King, or from Yu Daiyan, no one would have thought there was anything wrong with them.

But it was Zhang Sanfeng who spoke.

This makes people uneasy.

Zhang Sanfeng's gaze never left Xiao Yaoqing, and his voice drifted over in a moderate tone:

"You stole the Heaven-Slaying Sword right in front of me and injured my Wudang disciples. If you just walk away like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to silence the gossip."

"Make your move."

Zhang Sanfeng's attitude today clearly indicates that he wants to test his skills against Xiao Yaoqing.

He had his reasons for doing this.

Ultimately, it was because of Xiao Yaoqing's sword energy just now—though it was fleeting, it was dazzlingly bright.

Zhang Sanfeng had just figured out the basic form of the Tai Chi sword and was thinking about how to refine this sword technique to make it more perfect.

If I could spar with a swordsman of that caliber, I would surely be able to spot the flaws in my own swordsmanship.

It might even take Tai Chi sword to the next level.

But the problem is... Xiao Yaoqing is hardly a swordsmanship master.

He has never learned any swordsmanship!

But who would believe such a thing if I told them?

Zhao Min panicked, stepped forward to block Xiao Yaoqing, and shouted to Zhang Sanfeng:

"Master Zhang, we've already conceded defeat. Isn't there any need to continue fighting?"

She still wanted to protect Xiao Yaoqing.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't reply to a word. He simply brushed the whisk in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Xiao Yaoqing from afar.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—try taking a step and see?

Zhang Sanfeng's imposing presence was undeniable. None of Zhao Min's people dared to make a move.

Xiao Yaoqing sighed.

He finally understood that this old Taoist priest was determined to fight him to the end.

"All I did was retrieve the Heaven-Reliant Sword from above your head. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

As for it. Absolutely astounding.

Xiao Yaoqing knew in his heart that it was impossible to resolve this matter without taking action today.

Although he didn't know whether he could beat Zhang Sanfeng, the die was cast and he had no choice but to proceed.

He raised his hand and gently patted Zhao Min's shoulder.

Zhao Min immediately understood that Xiao Yaoqing was about to make a move. She frantically grabbed Xiao Yaoqing's hand, shaking her head to try and stop him.

"Xiao Yaoqing, please don't—"

Xiao Yaoqing shook his head before she could finish speaking, interrupting her. It was too late to say anything now.

He gently pushed Zhao Min aside and stepped in front of her.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw this scene, a glimmer of light flashed in his old but still bright eyes.

Xiao Yaoqing handed the sword in his hand to Zhao Min, asking her to keep it for him.

That's right, he can no longer hold this sword.

He has absolutely no swordsmanship skills.

When he fought Zhang Sanfeng, he had to be fully focused, just like when he threw his sword on the ground when he faced the three Shaolin monks last time.

Clutching a sword that's practically useless, and then using one hand to spar with Zhang Sanfeng? That's just too arrogant.

The moment Zhao Min took the sword, she gasped.

"hiss--"

She almost dropped the sword in her hand, wondering to herself: Why is this sword so hot, like a branding iron?

But she had no time to think about that; her eyes were fixed intently on Xiao Yaoqing.

"Xiao Yaoqing, be careful! If you get injured, I'll wipe the entire Wudang Mountain off the face of the earth!"

These words were clearly meant for Zhang Sanfeng.

However, Zhang Sanfeng didn't care who she was at all. Even if he knew her identity, he wouldn't necessarily take the threat seriously.

He was completely preoccupied with Xiao Yaoqing, and looked utterly bewildered.

He took a step forward and asked:

Why aren't you using a sword?

Xiao Yaoqing was taken aback by the question.

If you're going to fight, then fight. Why do you have to use a sword?

They even asked me why I didn't use it?

I have absolutely no skill with a sword!

But can we tell the truth at this point?

Xiao Yaoqing retorted directly, "Why should a fight always involve swords?"

Zhang Sanfeng paused for a moment, then pressed on with another question:

"What if I want to have a sword fight?"

Sword duel?

Xiao Yaoqing gleaned something from those words and replied:

"Why must swords be used in a sword fight?"

"this……"

Everyone in the main hall of Wudang Mountain was stunned.

They looked at each other.

What does it mean to fight with swords and what are the criteria for using swords?

Does that make sense?

If not swords, what else can we use?

Only Zhang Sanfeng, upon hearing this, had a flash of enlightenment in his eyes, and then actually nodded.

"You may not have a sword in your hand, but you have one in your heart! You are truly a master in the art of swordsmanship."

"hiss--"

"What?!"

"this……"

Yu Daiyan, Yin Tianzheng, Zhang Wuji, and the whole room of Wudang disciples heard Zhang Sanfeng praising Xiao Yaoqing like this.

Their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open.

His face was filled with shock!

Do you need to know who Zhang Sanfeng is?

In today's martial arts world, when it comes to swordsmanship, if Zhang Sanfeng claims to be second, who dares to claim to be first?

Zhang Sanfeng lived for 120 years. Looking across the martial arts world, who could make him call himself a "master of swordsmanship"?

These four words?

But now, he's giving such high praise to a young man who's a hundred years younger than him.

The martial arts masters around them were all dumbfounded.