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

Xiao Yaoqing stood to the side, a hint of disdain on his lips.

He remembered clearly that back then, when Zhang Sanfeng brought the young Zhang Wuji, who had been struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, to Shaolin Temple for help, they wouldn't even let him in.

Now look what's happened, we're the ones asking people to come to us?

If I were Zhang Wuji, I would definitely make Shaolin suffer.

After finishing his speech, Kong Wen turned to the people from other sects and spoke:

"Our Shaolin skills are inferior to theirs, so we will not get involved in the siege of Bright Peak. Anyone else who wishes to join in, please do so!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Wen retreated back into the crowd of Shaolin monks.

Seeing this, Xiao Yaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the old monk didn't intend to cause me any trouble.

But that's fine too. What does the siege of Bright Peak have to do with him?

He was eager for these people to be captured by Zhao Min and taken to Wan'an Temple, so that he could sneak from the first floor to the sixth floor.

Huashan, Kunlun, and Shaolin all withdrew, and the remaining three sects looked at each other.

The five elders of Kongtong exchanged a glance and were about to take a step forward.

As a result, Abbess Miejue spoke first.

She gripped the Heaven-Slaying Sword, her voice cold and clear: "Gentlemen, haven't we missed the point?"

"Oh?"

The six major sects and the Ming Cult were all stunned for a moment.

Only Xiao Yaoqing felt a sudden unease, sensing something was wrong.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Abbess Miejue's gaze slowly swept over him and landed on him.

Xiao Yaoqing's heart sank: "They really came!"

Abbess Miejue stared at him, her eyes sharp as knives, and then said:

"Our six major sects' siege of Bright Peak is, in the end, a matter for the martial arts world of the Central Plains itself."

"Have you all forgotten that there are a few outsiders standing here?"

As soon as she said this, everyone's eyes turned to Xiao Yaoqing once again.

Xiao Yaoqing's face immediately darkened.

He cursed inwardly, "What bad luck! That old nun is so heartless!"

He went to great lengths to draw everyone's attention to Zhang Wuji by using the Yuanzhen incident.

But to my surprise, she was brought back to her senses by a single sentence from Abbess Miejue.

With just one sentence from the old nun, they were able to draw everyone's attention back to the group.

Xiao Yaoqing had already cursed Abbess Miejue's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Aren't you Emei and Ming Cult sworn enemies? Didn't you swear to destroy Ming Cult? Now that Ming Cult is right in front of us, why are you staring at me like that?!

Abbess Miejue wasn't actually fixated on the identities of Zhao Min and her group; she was eyeing Xiao Yaoqing.

First of all, Xiao Yaoqing actually knows the Emei Nine Yang Skill and the Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm. Even if he didn't learn them by stealing, she wouldn't allow someone like that to live in this world.

Besides, when this kid sparred with her before, his internal strength was terrifyingly deep.

Now it's been revealed that Xiao Yaoqing and his group killed members of the Emei sect in the past.

In addition, Abbess Miejue had long since realized that Zhou Zhiruo, whom she valued most, had developed feelings for Xiao Yaoqing.

How could she possibly tolerate Xiao Yaoqing?!

The destruction of the Ming Cult is not urgent; all of the Ming Cult's masters are crippled. In front of Xiao Yaoqing, the Ming Cult's affairs must take a backseat.

Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple had already retreated to his own camp, but now he remembered that there was still a young man to deal with.

He then emerged from the Shaolin formation, carrying his monk's staff, and addressed Xiao Yaoqing:

"If it weren't for the nun's reminder, this old monk would have almost forgotten."

"Esteemed benefactor, you've been standing here for so long, yet you haven't introduced yourself."

"May I ask your honorable name, benefactor?"

Kong Wen's gaze was entirely fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

He didn't even glance at the others. He recognized the Xuanming Elders, but the others were too weak to be worth mentioning.

Now only Xiao Yaoqing remains, having defeated three top masters with two slaps.

Xiao Yaoqing felt incredibly frustrated!

He thought to himself, "If I had that ability, I could smash that old nun Miejue into mincemeat with a single slap!"

With everyone's eyes on him, Xiao Yaoqing had no choice but to step forward.

Looking at Kong Wen in front of him, he glanced at Zhang Wuji, who looked bewildered, not far away.

Xiao Yaoqing's heart skipped a beat, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke to Abbot Kongwen:

"Master Kongwen, this junior is Zhang Wuji!"

The Wudang members: !!

Zhang Wuji: !!

Abbess Miejue and Zhou Zhiruo: !!!

In short, there should be exclamation marks where exclamation marks are needed, and question marks where question marks are needed.

The question mark is clearly above Zhao Min's group's heads.

However, after a moment of stunned silence, Zhao Min's expression turned strange.

I almost burst out laughing.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at the receding figure, a smirk playing on his lips, and muttered to himself:

"This guy is really interesting when he's being bad; the more I look at him, the more I like him."

On the Ming Cult's side, Yin Tianzheng jumped up immediately upon hearing that Mo Shenggu had been slashed.

His face showed no anger, but rather an barely suppressed excitement.

Zhang Wuji, that's his own grandson!

But upon closer inspection, there was an inexplicable confusion hidden in his eyes.

Indeed, the man standing in front of you, Xiao Yaoqing, doesn't resemble his daughter or son-in-law at all.

Yang Buhui, supporting Yang Xiao, was completely stunned.

She stared at Xiao Yaoqing, then turned to look at Zhang Wuji, a thought slowly forming in her mind:

"So...which one is really my Wuji brother?"

Not only her, but Xiao Zhao was also completely puzzled.

She always knew that Zhang Wuji was connected to the Dragon-Slaying Saber, which was why she took the initiative to approach him in the first place.

Her eyes were now darting back and forth between Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Wuji, unable to stop.

Xiao Yaoqing announced "Zhang Wuji".

This name was purely a spur-of-the-moment decision.

He didn't really intend to keep up this fake identity for long; he just felt that Abbess Miejue was constantly bothering him, so why should he be the only one suffering?

He glanced at Zhang Wuji, who looked completely bewildered, and chuckled inwardly.

"Brother Wuji, why did you have to pretend to be Zeng Aniu?"

Zhang Wuji was getting anxious, and he kept shouting in his heart: I am the real Zhang Wuji!

When Abbess Miejue heard Xiao Yaoqing introduce himself, she suddenly felt a sense of realization.

She whirled around, glaring at her apprentice Zhou Zhiruo with wide eyes, her voice rising:

"No wonder I always noticed the strange way you looked at him!"

"So he's that bastard Zhang Wuji?!"

"you!"

The real Zhang Wuji was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode, and he wanted nothing more than to rush up to her and explain things to her.

But he held it in.

He genuinely wanted to see what this person was up to by impersonating him.

The reason he dared not reveal his real name was "Zhang Wuji".

These three words are tied to the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and the people standing below are all his enemies who killed his parents.

So he chickened out and didn't dare reveal his identity.

But this guy in front of me is really going all out and dares to impersonate me?

On the Wudang side, Song Yuanqiao took the lead and shouted at Abbess Miejue:

"Master, watch your mouth! That's Wuji, my son from Wudang!"

Xiao Yaoqing suppressed a laugh and added a special comment:

"That's right, I am the bastard Zhang Wuji you mentioned..."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the room was stunned.

Zhao Min's shoulders trembled from holding back her laughter, while Lianxing, standing in the woods, couldn't help but chuckle.

He burst out laughing.

The moment Abbess Miejue's question landed, Zhou Zhiruo, still reeling from her shock, hurriedly waved her hands, "Master, he's not—"

Before he could finish speaking, Abbess Miejue abruptly interrupted him: "Enough! No need to say more!"

Song Yuanqiao stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Xiao Yaoqing, his voice tinged with urgency: "You... are you really my Wuji child?"

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at him, his face filled with genuine emotion, and his voice deepened: "Senior Uncle, it's me! It's Wuji!"

"Is it really Wuji?"

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu rushed out almost simultaneously, their eyes fixed on Xiao Yaoqing, their eyes red-rimmed.

The real Zhang Wuji stood in the corner, his heart aching as if pierced by needles. He longed to rush forward and shout, "I am the real Zhang Wuji!"

But now all I can do is grit my teeth and watch others recognize my relatives. That feeling is even worse than being hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yaoqing looked at Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu, his voice filled with excitement: "Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, it really is me!"

This scene was so captivating that Zhao Min couldn't hold back any longer. She turned away, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Whether she was laughing or convulsing, it was hard to say.

Song Yuanqiao steadied himself and spoke again, "Wuji, it's been ten years. You've grown so much!"

He paused abruptly, as if remembering something, and then changed the subject: "The Xuanming Divine Palm's chilling poison on your body..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

The "Zhang Wuji" in front of me

Standing behind him were none other than the Xuanming Elders—the people who had given Zhang Wuji those gifts back then.

This is not reasonable.

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu also realized what was happening at the same time. The smiles on their faces froze instantly, and their eyes became sharp and alert.

Xiao Yaoqing hadn't actually intended to keep up the act for long; he just wanted to disgust these people. But the act was still going on, so he didn't stop and continued, "Senior Uncle, the cold poison has been cured. I've mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

Zhang Wuji suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened uncontrollably.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill? This martial art was lost before he was even born, and he was the only one in the world who had ever mastered it. He had never mentioned this to anyone, not even his parents. The only one who knew about it was the monkey in the mountains, but monkeys can't speak. The valley where he practiced was remote and rarely visited; he had even deliberately buried the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Logically, no one in the world should know that he had mastered this skill.

But how could this person impersonating him know such a secret?

Zhang Wuji stared at Xiao Yaoqing, his eyes filled not only with shock and wariness, but also with a hint of fear. People are always afraid of the unknown. This Xiao Yaoqing seemed to see right through him; standing before him felt like he was naked. How could he not feel a chill run down his spine?

Abbess Miejue suddenly spoke, her tone filled with realization: "No wonder! No wonder you possess the true energy of my Emei Nine Yang Skill. It turns out that the Emei Nine Yang Skill originated from the Nine Yang Divine Skill!"

The people of Wudang were not so easily convinced; their eyes remained full of wariness.

But the people from other sects were different. Apart from Emei, Wudang, and Mingjiao, the other four major righteous sects looked at Xiao Yaoqing as if he were a treasure trove, their greed written all over their faces. Even Kongwen and Yuanyin from Shaolin made no attempt to hide their fervent desire.