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

Xiao Yaoqing looked at the group of people in front of him and was speechless.

This is clearly a scene where Zhang Wuji wants to show off and become famous in the martial arts world, so what does it have to do with him?

He cleared his throat and addressed the people from the six major sects:

"I have an idea, and I wonder if you would be willing to lend me your support?"

Everyone was stunned. They looked at each other, none of them understanding what he was up to.

He Taichong continued in a cold voice:

"Speak quickly!"

Xiao Yaoqing took two steps forward, stopped, and then slowly said:

"We didn't want to get involved in your mess. You should fight it out."

"Look, isn't that kid over there just jumped out and challenged all six of your sects to a one-on-one fight?"

"You guys spar with him first, then we'll talk about other things, okay?"

"Who agrees with my proposal, and who disagrees?"

The moment the words were spoken, everyone from the six major sects was stunned.

Even Xiao Yaoqing himself was taken aback.

He was starting to have doubts:

"hiss--"

"This 'who's in favor, who's opposed' phrase sounds so familiar... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before. Why did it just pop out of my mouth?"

To be honest, what I just said touched on the question of "whether it will work out or not".

It would be best to stop here. He himself didn't understand why he had to add that last sentence.

The members of the six major sects all turned their heads to look at Zhang Wuji, who had just jumped out.

Zhang Wuji was staring intently at Xiao Yaoqing, his eyes filled with hostility.

He had absolutely no good impression of the people from the Yuan Dynasty.

But he knew very well that Xiao Yaoqing was no pushover.

He knew the Seven Injury Fist and was also familiar with the Emei Sect's kung fu, something Zhang Wuji couldn't understand at all.

At this very moment—

Suddenly, a figure darted out from the Huashan Sect's formation, landing a few steps away from Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing recognized him at a glance; this was none other than Xianyu Tong, the notoriously treacherous leader of the Huashan Sect. In the original story, wasn't this guy the one who ambushed Zhang Wuji with hidden weapons?

As soon as Xianyu Tong steadied himself, he let out a strange, sarcastic voice and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I won't agree!"

"You—"

The conversation was cut off before the speaker could finish.

Because as soon as Xiao Yaoqing heard "I won't agree,"

These three words ignited a strange anger within me.

Without thinking twice, his right hand rose up on its own.

A faint sheen appeared on my palm.

Then, without any hesitation, he slapped Yu Tong across the cheek.

"Snapped!"

After that crisp sound, Xianyu Tong was slammed headfirst onto the stone platform of Bright Peak.

His eyes rolled back, blood was gushing from his nose and mouth, and he immediately passed out.

A bloodstain was clearly visible seeping from Xianyu Tong's ear as he lay on the ground.

The moment the slap landed, Xiao Yaoqing suddenly understood.

He understood now why he had asked, "Who agrees, who disagrees?"

It feels so familiar.

Your body's reactions don't lie.

"Sect Leader!"

The Huashan Sect was in an uproar.

Two elderly men of different heights rushed out from the crowd and squatted down on either side of Xian Yutong, quickly checking his injuries.

Looking at this scene, Xiao Yaoqing sighed inwardly.

He really had no intention of taking action.

But things have already come to this point, what else can be done?

Xiao Yaoqing's expression changed.

With a gentle wave of his hand, an aura he had never shown before burst forth from his body.

This is the aura of a true master.

Then, Xiao Yaoqing surveyed the powerful figures from the six major sects and slowly spoke:

"I'll ask you one more time—"

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

This time, Xiao Yaoqing was completely different from the Xiao Yaoqing who had proposed peace talks earlier.

He looked exactly like an ordinary commoner from the streets.

But at this moment, he exuded an aura of domineering superiority.

The contrast came too suddenly and too intensely.

However, the experts from the six major sects, especially He Taichong who had just stepped forward, all unconsciously took a small step back.

Everyone's eyes were filled with solemnity and shock.

They clearly felt the terrifying force contained in that slap.

He Taichong stared intently at the two elderly men, one tall and one short, before him, and asked in a deep voice, "How is Xianyu Tong now?"

The old man's face showed a hint of surprise as he raised his head and replied, "The sect leader suffered a severe head injury. If it weren't for your exceptional skill protecting your head, your brains would have been splattered out, and you would have died on the spot!"

"What?!"

On Bright Summit, exclamations rose and fell.

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To put it bluntly, the old man's claim of "profound skill" was just empty talk.

It's nothing more than gilding the lily.

The real reason was that Xiao Yaoqing showed mercy.

If he hadn't held back a bit, that palm strike would have landed squarely on Jinglian. Even if Xianyu Tong had practiced Iron Head Kung Fu and his skull could withstand it, his brain would have been shattered.

Moreover, he doesn't know any Iron Head Kung Fu at all.

Even so, everyone present was stunned.

How terrifying must that force be?

Can you smash someone's head with a casual slap?

How is this possible?!

Is this kid in front of me really without any internal energy?

He Taichong felt a wave of fear wash over him.

When he rushed up just now, he didn't take Xiao Yaoqing seriously at all, treating him as a reckless fool who didn't know his place.

They didn't really get serious at all.

If he had recklessly charged forward, facing Xiao Yaoqing's thunderous attack, he himself would probably be the one embedded in the stone wall of Bright Peak now.

"Gulp."

He Taichong swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine.

The experts from the six major sects who had not yet shown themselves were all secretly alarmed.

Abbess Miejue stood in the crowd, staring at Xiao Yaoqing with eyes as cold as knives, thinking to herself, "This kid's strength has actually increased again?"

"How is this possible?"

"How can his cultivation progress so quickly?"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she turned her head and gave Zhou Zhiruo a cold glance.

That's right.

When I pulled the sword out of Zhou Zhiruo's hand, this girl mentioned it briefly.

There is a kind of evil skill in the world that can make people young again; practicing it for one day is equivalent to someone else practicing for a year.

It's called something like "Eternal Youth and Longevity Technique," or "The Supreme Technique of the Eight Desolations and Six Directions."

Abbess Miejue couldn't remember his original name, but seeing Xiao Yaoqing now, and recalling Zhou Zhiruo's absent-minded appearance before, plus Ding Minjun's words just now, how could she not understand?

This brat is the man Zhou Zhiruo met back then.

Abbess Miejue's gaze toward Xiao Yaoqing grew increasingly cold.

She just couldn't understand it—her own apprentice was keeping it from her? What could possibly be something shameful between them, master and apprentice?

But Zhou Zhiruo saw Xiao Yaoqing in a completely different light. Not only her, but even Zhao Min, standing behind Xiao Yaoqing, had a gleam in her eyes, unable to hide her admiration.

The two girls' minds were filled with the scene from just now.

Xiao Yaoqing stepped forward, facing the experts from the six major sects, without any panic, and said in a clear voice, "Who agrees with this proposal, and who disagrees?"

Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, jumped out and shouted, "I object!"

Without a word, Xiao Yaoqing raised his hand and slapped Xianyu Tong across the face. The slap sent Xianyu Tong sprawling to the ground, severely injured.

Then Xiao Yaoqing stood there, looking down at everyone, and coldly asked: Is there anyone else who objects?

That domineering aura made the two girls' hearts pound.

To be honest, this kind of scene was really too much for the little girl.

Not to mention them, even Xiao Zhao, who was mixed in with the crowd, and Yang Buhui, who was next to Yang Xiao, looked at Xiao Yaoqing with wandering eyes.

In the distant mountains, where no one was watching, Lianxing's beautiful eyes shone as she stared at Xiao Yaoqing's retreating figure, murmuring, "Xiao Yaoqing...brother..."

That's right, Lianxing is back.

She had just revealed Zhao Min and the others' location with a wave of her hand, and was about to turn and leave. But then she suddenly realized—hadn't she just put Xiao Yaoqing in danger?

Although Lianxing didn't take the experts from those six major sects seriously at all, she couldn't overcome their sheer numbers.

If a group of people were to rush at him all at once, could Xiao Yaoqing withstand it?

The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it, inwardly scolding herself for being so naive. She turned back and hid in the shadows, keeping an eye on him. Thinking that if Xiao Yaoqing was in danger, she wouldn't hide anymore and would directly help him out.

When he returned, he happened to witness that scene.

That scene—it was so manly.

It tastes amazing.

Lianxing felt she was about to lose control.

But Xiao Yaoqing had no idea what was churning in the hearts of these girls.

What do you mean by dignified bearing, or looking down on the world? He was just trying to keep to himself, but who knew that in these people's eyes he would become a tough guy who is neither humble nor arrogant?

But now that things have escalated to this point, there's no way things can end peacefully.

He estimated that he wouldn't live to see Zhang Wuji in his most majestic and powerful state.

But—without the Great Shift of the Universe, can Zhang Wuji still be so imposing?

Also, how exactly did he get out of the secret passage?

He Taichong charged forward, sword in hand, and the middle-aged Taoist priest behind him followed. The two of them moved quickly, one on the left and one on the right.

Xiao Yaoqing looked at them, his eyes lighting up.

He wasn't afraid.

He was envious.

These two were using the Kunlun Sect's signature technique—the Yin-Yang Sword Formation. Back in the book, even Zhang Wuji had a headache with this sword formation, and in the end, he only managed to break it by forcefully suppressing it with the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

The thought that had been on Xiao Yaoqing's mind suddenly popped into his head.

He wanted to learn this sword technique.

The sword in his hand was impossible to pull out; it was driving him crazy.

"Boy, draw your sword!"

He Taichong let out a cold shout, his sword tip pointing directly at Xiao Yaoqing's throat.

The Taoist Master Yuxu beside him also drew his sword and approached. The two men's auras were intertwined, exuding a murderous intent.

Xiao Yaoqing sighed and shook his head: "No need."

Upon hearing this, He Taichong's face darkened.

Master Yuxu exploded: "You're courting death!"

Two sword lights slashed down simultaneously, their moves fierce and their coordination perfect, clearly indicating that this was not the first time they had joined forces.

Xiao Yaoqing took two steps back, dodging a sword strike, and muttered, "I really don't mean to look down on you..."

He really doesn't know how to use a sword.

But he didn't say he wanted to use it himself.

He Taichong and Master Yuxu met.

That's enough.

He watched the two men's movements, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Why not just copy it?

The moment the thought crossed Xiao Yaoqing's mind, a smile crept onto his lips.

He spread his legs slightly to steady himself.

Zhao Min and the others could tell from behind that this guy was going to use that weird footwork again!