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

Zhang Wuji stomped his foot, and his body shot straight into the sky—

It was Wudang's unparalleled lightness skill, the Cloud Ladder Leap.

Zhang Wuji certainly would.

He learned the martial arts techniques of Wudang from his father, and Zhang Sanfeng even personally instructed him.

Aside from swordsmanship, Zhang Wuji was probably even more adept at Wudang's unique skills than Yin Liting.

It's quite interesting, actually.

Zhang Wuji, despite being a third-generation member of the Wudang Sect, can't seem to wield a sword. He's just like Xiao Yaoqing, who treats his sword like a decoration all day.

Kong Wen could no longer find Zhang Wuji.

He played by himself for a while, but then got bored and stopped.

His eyes darkened, and his expression became extremely serious.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji was slowly floating down from the sky, his posture quite elegant.

Kong Wen stared at him, his tone heavy:

"Benefactor Zeng's lightness skill is indeed impressive. However, this humble monk feels that there is no need for us to waste any more time."

Zhang Wuji's lips curled into a smile, the kind of smile reserved for protagonists, and he slowly replied:

"Abbot Kongwen's Dragon Claw Hand is indeed impressive, but in my opinion, you still have much to improve upon."

These words are exactly the same as what Xiao Yaoqing said earlier!

Even Zhang Wuji noticed?

Zhao Min and the others turned to look at Xiao Yaoqing, but said nothing and didn't seem particularly surprised.

After all, Xiao Yaoqing had already pointed this out, so Zhang Wuji repeating it again was nothing new.

But the experts from the six major sects and the Ming Cult were all stunned.

This kid's got way too much nerve!

How dare you say that Abbot Kongwen's Dragon Claw Hand technique is not up to par?

Who gave him that confidence?

The same thought popped into everyone's mind.

However, since Zhang Wuji is the one fighting Kong Wen now, they have no right to interrupt.

Kong Wen's face darkened after hearing Zhang Wuji's words:

"Benefactor Zeng, stop with the nonsense and get to work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Wen rushed out.

Zhao Min's eyes lit up, and she blurted out:

"Master Kongwen is about to get serious!"

Xiao Yaoqing nodded.

Then he turned to look at her and casually asked, "Want to learn?"

"Uh-huh!"

Zhao Min nodded her little head like a rattle drum.

The two elders of Xuanming shook their heads and sighed as they watched the scene.

They taught Zhao Min martial arts since she was a child, but when has this girl ever given them such a kind look?

That voice and that expression actually make him seem quite well-behaved?

You don't know until you compare, and once you do, it's infuriating.

Indeed, good looks are everything.

Well, compared to Xiao Yaoqing, the Xuanming Elders are indeed a bit ugly.

Seeing Zhao Min nod, Xiao Yaoqing's lips curled up slightly as he stared at Kong Wen's powerful and imposing moves.

With each move Kong Wen made, Xiao Yaoqing would mutter a phrase:

"Catching shadows and rumors, playing the zither and the lute, criticizing the weak and attacking the weak, clinging to the old and guarding the new—eight moves in a row!"

While imitating Kong Wen's movements, Zhao Min also listened intently to the kung fu techniques that Xiao Yaoqing was reciting.

Her eyes darted around quickly, and her little hands, hidden in her sleeves, secretly followed along with the gestures.

She tried her best to memorize every move Kong Wenshi made and every incantation Xiao Yaoqing uttered.

The two elders of Xuanming and the Bitter Monk listened from the side, their breathing becoming heavy.

Xiao Yaoqing, that kid, can recite the incantation of Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand just by watching Kong Wen fight once.

Could he really know this skill?

Knowing the Flower-Picking Grappling Hand is one thing, but also the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand? Coupled with the Shaolin skills he showed earlier, the three of them had the same thought at the same time—could this kid have learned all seventy-two Shaolin arts?

The thought of this made them feel as if they had been punched in the chest, leaving them feeling suffocated.

I really can't understand how a young kid could master all these things.

Yu Chifeng stood behind, his eyes fixed on Xiao Yaoqing's back, practically radiating arrogance: "The gang leader is indeed the gang leader!"

Zhao Min, however, grew a little anxious and clenched her small fist, slamming it into the air: "Too fast! I didn't remember them all!"

"If he plays it again, I'm sure I can keep up!"

Xiao Yaoqing smiled and said unhurriedly, "Don't rush, take a look at Zhang Wuji."

"Um?"

Zhao Min paused for a moment, then turned to look at the field.

Zhang Wuji had already parried eight of Kong Wen's consecutive moves. With a smirk, he shifted his stance and completely changed his attack method.

Zhao Min's eyes lit up: "He also knows the Dragon Claw Hand?"

Xiao Yaoqing shook his head: "He shouldn't have been able to do that. Wasn't this what Kong Wen just taught him?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Wuji moved.

Catching the wind, grasping at shadows, playing the zither, playing the se, criticizing the arrogance, striking at the weakness, embracing the remnants, guarding the deficiency—eight moves in a row, executed in one breath.

He returned the Dragon Claw Hand technique that Kong Wen had just used to him exactly as it was.

Kong Wen's entire face changed color.

He never expected that the young man surnamed Zeng opposite him would also know the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.

Caught off guard, he almost fell into Zhang Wuji's trap.

However, Zhang Wuji did not intend to hurt him. He withdrew his strength and simply pushed the man away.

Kong Wen staggered back five or six steps before regaining his footing, staring at Zhang Wuji in utter shock, his voice trembling slightly: "Benefactor Zeng, how...how do you know my Shaolin's Dragon Claw Hand?"

Zhang Wuji smiled calmly, with the composure befitting a protagonist: "Wasn't this what Master Kongwen just taught me?"

Kong Wen stared at him, her eyes darting back and forth several times, her mind racing with only one thought—

This benefactor's comprehension is simply superhuman.

I only taught him once, and he learned it all?

Are there really martial arts geniuses like this in the world?!

Zhao Min's eyes sparkled as she stared at Xiao Yaoqing and said, "Xiao Yaoqing, I've got it."

"But I can't do it yet. You'll have to teach me yourself later, okay?"

She spoke with a hint of coquetry, her eyes gazing at him with a pitiful, watery look.

They're unbelievably cute.

Xiao Yaoqing looked at her, smiled, nodded, and didn't say anything.

The two elders of Xuanming beside him had complicated expressions.

To serve as a teacher to this princess to this extent is truly unprecedented!

From the distant woods came a disgruntled shout: "That little vixen!"

Well, Lianxing hasn't left yet.

At that moment, "Whoosh!"

Kongwen had already pulled the staff off the ground.

"Switch the attack!"

Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Wuji both saw through his tactics.

But Zhang Wuji remained completely calm. Facing the fiercely approaching staff, he straightened his chest and stood firm against the powerful attack.

A golden aura of internal energy appeared around him.

"ha!"

Zhang Wuji suddenly let out a low roar.

The moment the staff struck his shoulder, the energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill erupted.

Kong Wen was sent flying.

He jabbed his staff into the ground so hard that sparks flew out.

This time, however, he had to take more than twenty steps back to regain his balance.

Looking at Zhang Wuji again, he stood still, not moving an inch.

"What?!"

"this……"

"impossible!!"

The entire Bright Summit erupted in exclamations.

It was all the six major sects shouting.

Abbot Kongwen, a martial arts master, was still holding his staff when he was actually sent flying by a mere youth's internal force.

Does it have to be this messy before it can stop?

The way these people looked at Zhang Wuji changed completely.

"This kid, is he really that strong?!"

That was the thought in everyone's mind.

But then, they all turned to look at Xiao Yaoqing.

"I wonder, between this young man and that guy surnamed Bao, who is stronger?"

That's right, this group of renowned masters were secretly comparing Zhang Wuji and Xiao Yaoqing.

Is it really the young people who call the shots in this world?

Xiao Yaoqing noticed the stares, quietly took a step back, and muttered to himself with a strange expression, "Damn it! What the hell are you all looking at?!"

Xiao Yaoqing rolled her eyes and muttered, "Where did I show off? Zhang Wuji was the one who was stealing the spotlight, what does it have to do with me!"

Fortunately, Xiao Yaoqing didn't hear the surrounding whispers, otherwise he would have definitely retorted, "I'm not a Yuan Dynasty person!"

Meanwhile, Zhao Min's team was in an uproar.

Zhao Min's eyes darkened, and she said in a low voice, "Is Zhang Wuji really that fierce? Even Master Kongwen of Shaolin couldn't withstand him?"

Xiao Yaoqing thought to himself, "Isn't that obvious? Don't you understand the protagonist's halo? He starts out at max level, is there any doubt about his strength?"

Zhao Min lowered her voice even further: "With him here, the plan for the six major sects to besiege Bright Peak is probably doomed."

"Among all these people present, is there really no one who can take down Zhang Wuji?"

That's a valid question. Kong Wen is indeed the toughest opponent present.

However, Xiao Yaoqing shook his head and slowly said, "Actually, there is someone who can kill him."

"Oh?"

Zhao Min raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her.

She paused, then added, "You don't count; I'm talking about that group of people."

Xiao Yaoqing's lips twitched.

When did you start having so much confidence in me?

"I'm not talking about myself, I'm talking about Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect."

"Zhou Zhiruo?!"

Zhao Min was stunned, her face filled with disbelief.

She glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, then at Zhang Wuji, and sneered, "No way, Xiao Yaoqing, have you lost your mind? Zhou Zhiruo can at most fight me to a draw, how could she possibly kill Zhang Wuji?"

Xiao Yaoqing smiled slyly, shook his head, and said, "Girl, some things can't be solved with fists. Didn't you notice that Zhang Wuji's gaze towards Zhou Zhiruo was a little different?"

"what?"

Zhao Min was stunned.

She shifted her gaze to Zhang Wuji again.

Sure enough, when that guy wasn't fighting, his eyes would always wander towards Zhou Zhiruo, intentionally or unintentionally.

That look in his eyes... it's exactly the same as when I secretly glanced at Xiao Yaoqing before?

Depend on.

Zhao Min's face flushed, and she cursed herself for thinking such a thing.

But she still became interested and turned to Xiao Yaoqing, winking at him: "Hey, Xiao Yaoqing, aren't you jealous that your fairy sister is being stared at like that?"

Xiao Yaoqing had three black lines on his forehead.

Zhao Min found it quite amusing to see his frustrated expression.

Xiao Yaoqing muttered to himself, as if he felt that one of the troublesome guys was gone.

He didn't take Zhao Min's words to heart at all.

Over there, Kong Wen finally managed to steady himself.

He gave Zhang Wuji a deep look, then put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Master Zeng's skills are truly remarkable, and his internal strength is profound. I admire him greatly."

After saying that, Kong Wen casually praised Zhang Wuji's talent a few more times, and finally invited him to come to Shaolin Temple to exchange skills sometime in the future.

Zhang Wuji quickly clasped his hands in return, politely saying, "It is my great honor."