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

But reality is just that ironic.

However, Xiao Yaoqing breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

No need to fight Zhang Sanfeng?

That's wonderful!

He was fully aware of his own abilities.

In his eyes, Zhang Sanfeng was still the invincible being.

He had absolutely no intention of fighting this old immortal.

But if a real fight broke out, Zhang Sanfeng's attitude probably wouldn't be as polite as it is now.

Although Xiao Yaoqing felt at ease, he still had to maintain the airs of a superior person.

His face was expressionless; he simply nodded slightly, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Zhao Min and her group's eyes were all fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

Seeing him turn to leave, the group snapped out of their daze and quickly followed.

Zhao Min pounced on Xiao Yaoqing like a swallow, grabbing his arm tightly, her voice crisp and clear:

"Xiao Yaoqing, you're amazing!"

"Xiao Yaoqing, you're amazing!"

Xiao Yaoqing glanced down at Zhao Min, who was clinging tightly to his arm. Seeing her slightly flushed face and eyes full of adoration, he coughed lightly.

"There are so many people, stop making a scene."

Zhao Min couldn't help herself just now because she was excited.

Only now did I realize that there was a large group of Yuan soldiers around.

He quickly released Xiao Yaoqing's arm.

But her bright eyes remained fixed on Xiao Yaoqing, filled with unyielding affection.

Xiao Yaoqing led Zhao Min and her group out of Wudang Mountain.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was still immersed in what had just happened.

My brain just can't process it.

After watching Xiao Yaoqing leave, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes dimmed instantly.

He stood still, motionless.

He looked like a stone sculpture.

After a long silence in the main hall, the Wudang disciples finally reacted.

They all looked bewildered, exchanged glances, and no one spoke.

Yu Daiyan and Yin Tianzheng also recovered from the shock they had just experienced.

Zhang Wuji, clutching his still-bleeding hand, quickly cried out, "Grandmaster, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yin Tianzheng covered his mouth and whispered, "Don't make a sound, Master Zhang is comprehending the Dao!"

Speaking of "enlightenment"

When he uttered those two words, Yin Tianzheng's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

He immediately covered his mouth.

Those who practice martial arts understand that if someone is interrupted while trying to comprehend the Dao, the consequences are unimaginable.

At best, all previous efforts will be wasted; at worst, one will suffer a qi deviation and become possessed!

The hall fell silent again.

After an unknown amount of time, a series of rapid footsteps came from outside.

Leading the group were the Five Wanderers of the Ming Cult, followed by a large number of Ming Cult members, who were walking towards the main hall.

As soon as Zhou Dian stepped inside, he was about to speak when Yin Tianzheng glared at him and made him turn back.

Only then did the Five Wanderers notice that Zhang Sanfeng's condition was not right.

But they had absolutely no idea what had happened.

Just then, Zhang Sanfeng's robes, long hair, and white beard suddenly fluttered without any wind.

A faint yet dazzling light slowly emerged from his body.

In that instant, everyone in the hall felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Splash! Splash!"

Those Wudang and Ming Cult members with shallow cultivation levels were unable to withstand the pressure and fell to the ground one after another.

The Five Wanderers, Yin Tianzheng, Zhang Wuji, and the others quickly mustered their inner strength to withstand the attack.

Zhang Wuji didn't forget Yu Daiyan, and stepped aside to shield his senior brother, sharing most of the pressure for him.

The eyes of everyone looking at Zhang Sanfeng were filled with shock and fear.

A storm raged within Yin Tianzheng's heart: "Just how far has this in-law relationship gone?"

Fortunately, the oppressive force did not last long.

If this continues, those who are weaker will likely suffer serious injuries and even cough up blood.

All the oppressive feeling receded like the tide.

The aura emanating from Zhang Sanfeng gradually faded.

At this moment, he looked like an ordinary, kind old man.

There was not a trace of a martial artist's aura.

But everyone knew that Zhang Sanfeng had reached the state of returning to simplicity and authenticity!

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, which had been dormant, lit up again.

A kind and gentle smile returned to the corners of his mouth.

He glanced at the five extra faces of the group and asked in a gentle tone:

"Who are you?"

The five wandering men exchanged glances, then cupped their hands in a respectful gesture and shouted loudly:

"The five wandering disciples under Zhang Wuji, leader of the Ming Cult, congratulate Master Zhang on his enlightenment!"

"Master Zhang's martial arts have improved even further!"

"Yes, yes, I think they wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from Master Zhang!"

"..."

The five wandering men showered Zhang Sanfeng with praise.

This is genuinely my happiness for him.

After all, their current acting leader, Zhang Wuji, is Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple.

In a way, Zhang Sanfeng was one of their own.

But soon, the five wandering men realized that something was wrong.

Why is it that none of the Wudang people, including their acting leader, the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, have reacted?

The Laughing Buddha couldn't help but approach the White-Browed Eagle King directly and ask:

"Eagle King, Master Zhang's enlightenment is a tremendous event, why are you all looking so stern?"

A stern face?

That's called being dumbfounded!

The White-browed Eagle King, startled by the shout, finally snapped out of his daze and rolled his eyes.

"Do you know how Master Zhang attained enlightenment?"

The five wandering men were taken aback.

What's so special about enlightenment?

They looked at each other and shook their heads.

The White-browed Eagle King continued:

"Do you remember that kid surnamed Xiao from Bright Summit?"

Monk Peng Yingyu immediately chimed in:

"Is that the brat in his early twenties with terrifyingly high martial arts skills?"

"What does his enlightenment have to do with Zhang Zhenren?"

The White-Browed Eagle King glanced at him with the same look he gave a fool:

"Master Zhang only realized this after hearing just one sentence from that brat you mentioned!"

"What?!"

The five scattered men shouted in unison, their mouths agape wide enough to fit a fist.

When others are seriously injured, they bleed from all seven orifices.

The five of them were shocked; their seven orifices were completely round!

Zhou Dian's face twitched, and his voice became dry:

"Eagle King, you're not kidding us, are you?"

Before the White-browed Eagle King could speak, Zhang Sanfeng spoke first.

His gaze passed over the five wandering men, fixed on the road below Wudang Mountain, as if he were chasing after someone's retreating figure, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"I am far inferior to Master Xiao in swordsmanship."

"Achoo!"

Xiao Yaoqing was walking down the mountain when he suddenly sneezed loudly.

"That's strange, did I catch a cold? That shouldn't be the case."

Little did he know that the people in the Wudang Hall were completely dumbfounded.

The five wandering souls had only one thought running through their minds—was that Xiao Yaoqing really that wicked? Could a single sentence make Master Zhang suddenly understand?

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He flicked the whisk in his hand lightly.

"Whoosh!"

The bluestone platform where the Heaven-Slaying Sword had been stuck had suddenly split open cleanly in the middle. The cut surface was so smooth, as if it had been slashed by a divine weapon, without even a single burr.

The White-Browed Eagle King's eyelids twitched as he exclaimed, "This is sword energy? Sword energy without any moves or trajectory? And... there's absolutely no fluctuation of true energy?"

He jerked his head around, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Master Zhang, how did you do that?"

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Among all those present, in terms of swordsmanship, aside from Zhang Sanfeng himself, the White-browed Eagle King was the strongest.

After all, Yu Daiyan had been crippled for many years, and his skills were far inferior to what they used to be.

Yin Tianzheng immediately recognized the terrifying power of this sword strike.

Zhang Sanfeng had indeed demonstrated his ability to transform true qi into a sword before. Yin Tianzheng also believed that the sword Zhang Sanfeng condensed with true qi could do the same, and could also unleash sword energy.

But regardless of whether you use a real sword or a sword of qi, you have to rely on internal force to unleash sword qi.

But Zhang Sanfeng's attack just now didn't have the slightest fluctuation of internal energy.

It's as if you can do it just by thinking about it.

Zhang Sanfeng had a sudden thought, and the stone split open on its own.

If this kind of sword energy could be mastered, wouldn't it be as simple as thinking about it? The opponent wouldn't even have a chance to defend themselves.

Seeing Yin Tianzheng's excitement, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said slowly, "These skills were all taught to me by Master Xiao just now."

"What?"

"this……"

The people in the hall had just recovered from their previous shock when they heard Xiao Yaoqing's name again.

Yin Tianzheng's swordsmanship was not bad, but he didn't use a sword much usually. However, after thinking about what Xiao Yaoqing had said just now several times, he didn't find anything particularly special about it.

That was like a tongue twister; it sounded like someone was just being sarcastic.

But Zhang Sanfeng said that the invisible and unintentional sword energy he had just generated was all taught to him by Xiao Yaoqing.

How is that possible?

Zhang Sanfeng slowly turned around, his gaze following Xiao Yaoqing's departing figure, his eyes revealing an indescribable depth.

He began by saying, "A sword, whether it's sharp enough to cut through iron like mud or rusted and broken, is ultimately just an external possession."

"Master Xiao once told me that the highest level of true swordsmanship is to have no moves that are better than moves, and to have no sword that is better than a sword."

"Because there are no moves, others can't break them. Without a sword in hand, the enemy doesn't know where to start. And he himself has long since become a sword. In his eyes, there are no secrets in the world of martial arts; he can learn what he wants and understand what he wants."

As soon as he said that...

Whether it was Yin Tianzheng, Yu Daiyan, or even Zhang Wuji, who had just grasped the basics of Tai Chi swordplay, their pupils instantly went blank.

His mouth was slightly open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Their first reaction was that they simply couldn't process what Zhang Sanfeng was saying.

But deep down, I know exactly how much weight these words carry.

Has Xiao Yaoqing, who is only in his early twenties, really reached this level?

All martial arts in the world have no secrets before him; he can learn whatever he wants.

Doesn't that mean... that young man in his early twenties is already invincible?!

Zhang Sanfeng showed no sign of stopping; his eyes remained deep as he continued, "To him, all the martial arts in the world were no longer something worth hiding."

"No sword...no moves...no sword in hand, no sword in mind..."

"Master Xiao, I finally understand!"

It's unclear whether his words were praising Xiao Yaoqing or expressing his relief at finally figuring something out.

In any case, Xiao Yaoqing has been elevated to a height that is unprecedented and probably will never be surpassed in the future, according to Zhang Sanfeng.