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

Who was Zhang Sanfeng?

He is widely recognized as the leading figure in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

Even this old master said such things himself, even saying that he was not as good as Xiao Yaoqing, and that Xiao Yaoqing was his teacher.

Everyone understood that from this day forward, the martial arts world of the Central Plains was about to undergo a complete upheaval.

Because Xiao Yaoqing is just too young!!

Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his gaze, and in a loud voice, shouted to all the Wudang members present, "Did you all hear what I just said?"

"Well……"

Yu Daiyan, Zhang Wuji, and the Wudang disciples around them all looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

I heard it.

The problem is, I didn't understand a single word!

I just feel like it's incredibly impressive, but I can't quite put my finger on why it's so impressive.

They didn't know how to respond to Zhang Sanfeng's words.

Zhang Sanfeng was not surprised by their reaction at all, and continued, "It's normal that you don't understand now, don't feel bad about it."

"When your martial arts skills reach that level, you'll naturally understand what Master Xiao said today."

Zhang Sanfeng paused here, his eyes sweeping over the Wudang members present, a smile appearing on his face that seemed to be one of relief, yet not entirely relief.

"From now on, this world of martial arts will definitely belong to you young people."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the injured Zhang Wuji on his right.

After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, the others present looked at each other, their faces filled with contemplation and helplessness.

They really couldn't understand what Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Sanfeng had just said.

Originally, everyone thought they would make a name for themselves in the martial arts world.

But now—

"Come on, the future of the martial arts world is probably going to be dominated by that kid named Xiao Yaoqing."

Xiao Yaoqing

These two words instantly transformed into a mountain, pressing down on everyone present, as heavy as a piece of iron.

Zhang Sanfeng had already walked up to Zhang Wuji, his eyes filled with surprise and anticipation.

"You...are you Wuji? My Wuji child?"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Wuji suppressed the shock he felt from Xiao Yaoqing and felt a surge of warmth.

He forced back his tears and shouted:

"Master, it's me! It really is Wuji!"

"He's truly my carefree lad!"

Zhang Sanfeng could no longer hide his joy, and his eyes even welled up with tears.

For Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Wuji was far more than just a master-disciple relationship; it was a bond of kinship.

He looked at Zhang Wuji in front of him. Zhang Wuji had profound internal strength and was not injured at all. The cold energy left by the Xuanming Divine Palm back then had long since dissipated.

Zhang Sanfeng patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction:

"Good! My Wuji is finally back!"

"If your parents knew that you, An'an, also possess this inner strength, they would definitely be happy."

When talking about his parents, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in his eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng continued:

"You are now... the acting leader of the Ming Cult?"

Zhang Wuji nodded emphatically.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled with satisfaction:

"With you leading the Ming Cult, it will definitely change its appearance."

Only Zhang Sanfeng would say something like that.

If someone else had said this, White-browed Eagle King and the Five Wanderers would have been eager to retort long ago.

But it was Zhang Sanfeng who said this, so just listen to what he says.

Zhang Sanfeng looked around with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Wuji, where are your senior and junior uncles? Didn't they come back with you?"

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng mention his eldest uncle, sixth uncle, and seventh uncle, a flash of anger crossed Zhang Wuji's eyes, and he glanced in the direction Xiao Yaoqing had left.

The eldest master and his companions have most likely fallen into the hands of that group.

"What?"

Yu Daiyan immediately exploded, his voice filled with anger: "Senior brothers, junior brothers, and my nephew Qingshu, they've all been captured by them? Wuji, who are those people?"

Zhang Wuji stared at Yu Daiyan and said, word by word, "Third Uncle, they are people from the imperial court."

"The imperial court?!"

Even Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed with a cold glint when he heard this, though he hid it well, it did not escape the notice of those present.

As if suddenly remembering something, Zhang Wuji abruptly turned to Yin Tianzheng and asked, "Grandpa, where is my Sixth Uncle Yin?"

Yin Tianzheng quickly replied, "Sixth Hero Yin is right here—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yin Liting's voice came from behind the Ming Cult members: "I'm here!"

"Master! Senior Brother! Yin Liting, you're useless!"

His voice was filled with despair. Supported by several members of the Ming Cult, Yin Liting lay on a stretcher and was carried to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Liting, what's wrong with you?"

When Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan saw Yin Liting's appearance, their expressions changed simultaneously, and their voices trembled.

Zhang Wuji sighed and recounted the whole story to his grandmaster and third uncle.

After hearing the explanation, Yu Daiyan's eyes turned bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, nearly grinding them to powder: "These beasts! Beasts!"

Yu Daiyan is truly heartbroken.

He lay on that stretcher for a full ten years.

ten years.

Over the past ten years, he has thought about dying countless times.

But even death was beyond his control.

Now, his sixth junior brother has also become this wretched state, and he is so angry that his teeth itch.

A look of sorrow appeared in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, but then, as if remembering something, he said, "Before today, I didn't have any way to treat your injuries."

"But seeing those three people today reminded me of something—your injuries might still be treatable!"

"What?"

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Yu Daiyan, Yin Liting, and Zhang Wuji all cried out in surprise.

Zhang Wuji rushed to Zhang Sanfeng and asked, "Grandmaster, is there really a way to heal my Third Uncle and Sixth Uncle's injuries?"

"Tell me quickly, Wuji will risk his life to help Third Uncle and Sixth Uncle recover!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Wuji and slowly said, "When I was young, I heard that there was a miraculous medicine in the Western Regions that could cure broken bones that couldn't be set. Even if the bones were shattered, they could be made to grow back to their original shape."

"Such a miraculous medicine actually exists?!"

"That's impossible!"

Yin Tianzheng's eyes widened, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

Of all the people present, besides Zhang Sanfeng, he was the oldest. But even after living for so many years, he had never heard of such a medicine.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slowly: "This thing had only appeared in rumors in the martial arts world before, and I didn't take it seriously. But today is different—I saw people from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions."

He paused:

"Those are the three who just fought Wuji."

The old man's eyesight and knowledge were truly admirable. He could discern the opponent's sect and origins from just a few exchanges.

"That legendary miraculous medicine is the unique secret recipe of the Vajra Sect. Its name is—Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment."

"Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment..."

Several people muttered the name under their breath.

However, the surprise on the faces of Zhang Wuji, Yin Liting, and Yu Daiyan had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of worry.

Zhang Wuji's voice was low and deep: "But those members of the Vajra Sect are their subordinates..."

Yin Tianzheng nodded in agreement, uttering two words:

"Xiao Yaoqing".

That's right.

Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San are all Zhao Min's men.

Xiao Yaoqing, whom even Zhang Sanfeng called a master, was also Zhao Min's close bodyguard.

If the Vajra Sect's secret medicine wasn't in Zhao Min's hands, or if Xiao Yaoqing wasn't one of her people, they could still find a way—steal, rob, or even steal.

With Xiao Yaoqing around, even if they had the idea of ​​stealing, what chance did they have of not being discovered?

"Wuji..."

At this moment, Yin Liting's voice rang out, somewhat hoarse:

"Never mind. I'm fine this way. I can keep my third senior brother company, and he won't be too lonely in the future."

He genuinely cared about Zhang Wuji.

He knew how dangerous it would be to go find the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment.

But he didn't understand Zhang Wuji's personality.

Upon hearing this, how could Zhang Wuji possibly hold back?

He immediately raised his voice:

"Uncle Yin! Third Martial Uncle! Don't worry, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, Wuji will definitely bring you back the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment!"

He had originally planned to go to Dadu (Beijing).

It turned out that Song Yuanqiao and the others had been captured by Zhao Min.

Now, things have gotten even worse. Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and even her own sister Bu Hui have all been imprisoned in Dadu by Zhao Min.

Even if he is just the acting leader of the Ming Cult, he still has to go and save his own people!

Otherwise, not only would the people in the sect think of him, but even the elders of Wudang would look down on him from the bottom of their hearts!

Now that there's another Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, which can help Uncle Yin and Uncle Yu stand up again, he absolutely has to go.

Zhang Wuji absolutely must go to the capital of the Yuan Dynasty!

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the Yuan army camp was heavily guarded.

That night, Zhao Min and her party decided to rest there for the night and continue their journey back to Dadu at dawn.

As soon as they entered the camp, Zhao Min pulled Xiao Yaoqing into her tent.

She pressed herself against Xiao Yaoqing's chest, holding nothing back and completely letting go.

There was no way around it; she had long since been unable to suppress that impulse.

In the main hall of Wudang Mountain, Xiao Yaoqing's appearance was simply too captivating.

Even if there was nothing between them before, Zhao Min couldn't care less about that now; she just wanted to lay all her thoughts bare for him to see.

The two embraced, and the heat inside the tent rose higher and higher.

Zhao Min's hand had just touched Xiao Yaoqing's sash—

"Princess! The young prince has arrived and requests to see you!"

Zhao Min paused, her eyes instantly flashing with an overwhelming sense of irritation and disdain, and snapped angrily:

"not see!"

After saying that, she pressed her lips back to Xiao Yaoqing's face.

But a moment later, the sound of teeth chattering came from outside the tent again:

"Minmin! It's a letter from my father!"

Zhao Min's brows furrowed.

At this moment, her expression looked like she was grinding her teeth to powder.

She wished she could rush out right now and split Zha Yadu in two!

But she still let go of Xiao Yaoqing.

Who is Zha Yadu's father? He is the current emperor's uncle, the Seventh Prince!

"Now is not the time to turn against the Seventh Prince." Zhao Min suppressed her anger and asked coldly:

"What is it?"

Upon hearing Zhao Min's reply, Zha Yadu seemed to feel hopeful, his tone carrying a hint of expectation:

"Can I come in and talk to you?"

"No need."

Zhao Min's voice was still as cold as ice, "Just say it outside, I'm already in bed."

Zha Yadu, standing outside the tent, was stunned.