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

The name Zhang Wuji is inherently linked to the Dragon-Slaying Saber. With the Dragon-Slaying Saber unleashed, it commands the world; who wouldn't want to possess it? Now he claims to have mastered the lost Nine Yang Divine Skill? That's a peerless martial art that was completely severed after Master Jueyuan's death! If one could obtain the Nine Yang Divine Skill, their cultivation would skyrocket, and they'd eventually reach the pinnacle of the martial arts world!

But Song Yuanqiao and the others weren't fools. The initial joy they felt upon seeing Wuji had long since faded, replaced by deep suspicion. Yin Liting frowned and asked in a low voice, "You say you are my Wuji, then why are you now mixing with the Yuan people? Could it be that you've also become a lackey of the tyrannical Yuan?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji's face turned deathly pale, and his mind raced with turmoil.

"Sixth Uncle, it really wasn't me! I truly didn't serve as a lackey for the imperial court!"

But just then, a whooshing sound suddenly came from mid-air.

Five figures shot out simultaneously, and those present immediately recognized them as the Five Elders of Kongtong. Then, the five old men's voices boomed down:

"Zhang Wuji is just like his father, spineless!"

"If Wudang can't discipline this junior, then we, Kongtong, will take care of him for you!"

"Zhang Wuji, prepare to die!"

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Over here, Zhang Wuji, who was using the alias Zeng Aniu, instinctively tensed up upon hearing the shouts of the Five Elders of Kongtong.

But he soon realized that the five old men were not heading in his direction at all.

Although he breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of coldness still flickered in his eyes.

Indeed, the excitement and greed on the faces of the Five Elders of Kongtong were impossible to hide.

If the experts from the Huashan and Kunlun sects hadn't already been slapped bloody and paralyzed on the ground by Xiao Yaoqing, unable to get up, those two sects would probably have jumped out to snatch the man from the Five Elders of Kongtong.

Whoever snatches Zhang Wuji will be one step closer to obtaining the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

Besides, Zhang Wuji still possesses the lost supreme internal skill—the Nine Yang Divine Skill!

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Behind Xiao Yaoqing, Zhao Min couldn't help but shout urgently:

"Xiao Yaoqing, be careful!"

Then she frowned, turned her head and shouted at the two elders of Xuanming:

"What are you all standing there for? Get up there!"

There were five people on the other side, and she wasn't sure what to do.

But Xiao Yaoqing smiled indifferently and waved his hand:

"No need."

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing wasn't even sure how capable he really was.

Are the Five Elders of Kongtong?

Let's not even mention that Xiao Yaoqing has already mastered the Seven Injury Fist of Kongtong to its pinnacle.

The technique he used to transfer flowers and jade was exactly the same as the method of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

In the original story, Zhang Wuji used the Qiankun Great Shift to redirect the force of the Five Elders of Kongtong's fists, and then used the power of the Seven Injury Fist to strike back.

Moreover, the Five Elders of Kongtong couldn't even defeat Mo Shenggu of Wudang.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't really take them seriously at the moment.

Add to that that old nun who relentlessly turned the tables on herself.

Xiao Yaoqing knew in his heart that he couldn't avoid this matter today.

It's better to be decisive and take action when necessary.

He directly refused Zhao Min's offer of help.

Then, looking at the five elders of Kongtong rushing towards him, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he uttered:

"Is this what they call a prestigious and righteous sect?"

The moment those words were spoken, the sarcasm was palpable.

Xiao Yaoqing could clearly see the greed in the eyes of the Five Elders of Kongtong.

But when faced with the heavy punches thrown by five people, he not only didn't dodge, but instead stepped forward and met them head-on.

The five old men were secretly amused to see this young man so audacious.

Even the high-ranking monks of Shaolin would have to give way to their Seven Injury Fist.

This kid is something else, he just went straight for it?

The five men smirked and uttered two words:

"court death!"

Just as they approached Xiao Yaoqing, the five suddenly scattered.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yaoqing was surrounded.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of violent true energy surged from the five men's stomachs to their fists, which they then slammed down hard on Xiao Yaoqing.

The skill of "transferring flowers and replacing jade" is similar to the method of "shifting the universe."

But the "Transplanting Flowers and Jade" technique is ultimately a palm technique, and what is most similar to it is actually the Tai Chi Chuan that Zhang Sanfeng was working on.

So Xiao Yaoqing wasn't as reckless as Zhang Wuji; he simply used his body to take the hit.

He gently pushed it out with both hands, his movements as soft as water.

The person directly opposite was about to punch Xiao Yaoqing.

Suddenly, an inexplicable pulling force abruptly grabbed him.

His fist, though clearly carrying a fierce force, softly veered to the side.

Before he could even react, he discovered that his other four brothers had also completely gone astray in their punching techniques.

Five people surrounded Xiao Yaoqing, their fists outstretched, their bodies uncontrollably circling around him.

To outsiders, Xiao Yaoqing appeared to be standing still, waving his arms back and forth.

The five elders of Kongtong had their feet off the ground.

His fist was pointed firmly in Xiao Yaoqing's direction, but his body floated up into the air.

It's like a spinning top.

The people from the six major sects stared wide-eyed at the astonished expressions on the faces of the Five Elders of Kongtong, and at their desperate struggles that were utterly futile.

"What...what kind of evil skill is this?!"

Yin Liting lowered his voice and muttered something.

Song Yuanqiao, standing beside him, twitched his eyelids, his voice filled with shock:

"I think I sensed a very strong current of air emanating from that kid!"

"This airflow isn't very powerful, yet the Five Elders of Kongtong can't even control their own bodies?!"

"This tastes..."

Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at Mo Shenggu.

"Seventh Brother, do you remember when Master demonstrated a set of punches before we went down the mountain, the kind that wasn't finished yet?"

Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting were taken aback at first, then almost simultaneously blurted out:

"You mean...Tai Chi?"

Song Yuanqiao's eyes darkened, and he slowly nodded.

Mo Shenggu frowned:

"It does resemble it. But what this kid is doing is even smoother than Master's Tai Chi."

That's right, Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi was still being developed and was far from being fully formed.

But at this moment, they no longer regarded this young man as Zhang Wuji.

After all, even if they hadn't seen the child for ten years, they would never believe that Zhang Wuxia's son from Wudang would work for the imperial court.

Of course, Xiao Yaoqing wasn't a member of the imperial court. No one could possibly guess what was going on in his mind.

On the other hand, using the alias "Zeng Aniu"

Zhang Wuji watched the battle from the crowd, his fists clenching silently.

His eyes lit up; he had never seen such a mysterious skill before.

His gaze swept across the room, desperately trying to remember every move Xiao Yaoqing made and every change in the flow of air.

With his extraordinary intelligence, he always learns martial arts incredibly quickly.

For example, the Dragon Claw Hand technique from Shaolin.

But right now, he has absolutely no idea how this palm technique works.

It looks messy and disorganized, and you can't grasp the key points.

Yet there was a strange pattern: the force was terrifyingly strong, but the airflow was soft and gentle, without a trace of killing intent.

On the Ming Cult's side, Yang Xiao suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Is this some kind of 'Great Shift of Heaven and Earth'?!"

"The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?"

The White-browed Eagle King, the Green-winged Bat King, and the Five Wanderers were all startled.

They all knew that Yang Xiao had reached the second level.

When it comes to this skill, Yang Xiao's words carry the most weight.

The Blue-Winged Bat King is quick to speak:

"Left Envoy Yang, have you spotted it? Is it truly the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?"

Yang Xiao squinted, first nodding, then shaking his head:

"It's hard to say."

The Blue-Winged Bat King's expression also changed.

Yang Xiao continued:

"He transferred all the power of the Five Elders of Kongtong's fists into the air. The force formed by those air currents is entirely based on the Seven Injury Fist."

"This is indeed the method of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth."

"But his method of channeling energy is completely different from the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth."

Yang Xiao's mind was in turmoil.

He couldn't figure out what kind of kung fu the young man was using.

He didn't know, but someone else did.

The skills of the Kongtong Sect are hardly worthy of being called the Seven Injury Fist.

If the Golden Lion King were alive, you guys would scare him back to life.

The people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult couldn't figure out Xiao Yaoqing's methods, but the people hiding in the distance recognized him at a glance.

The Second Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace, Lianxing, was hiding in the shadows, her beautiful eyes slightly wide open.

She murmured to herself:

"Transplanting flowers and grafting jade... can you even fight like that?"

That's right.

This is precisely the secret technique of the Yihua Palace, the "Transplanting Flowers and Jade" technique.

Lianxing was very familiar with this move.

In her mind, this was nothing more than a palm technique that used the opponent's force against them; the moves were gentle, but they could cause internal injuries.

But now, Xiao Yaoqing actually used this move to keep five martial arts masters firmly in mid-air.

The five people could only circle around Xiao Yaoqing as his palms turned, unable to break free.

Sometimes, creating this kind of pressure on your opponent is more effective than simply knocking them down.

Lianxing's gaze sharpened:

"The power has reached its critical point; Xiao Yaoqing is about to make his move."

She knew all too well the limits of manipulating things.

This move can store the opponent's power, but it's not an unlimited supply.

The size of the bottle determines how much water it can hold.

Just as Lianxing had predicted, Xiao Yaoqing's eyes darkened.

He pushed both palms outwards with a sudden force.

The originally gentle airflow exploded instantly.

The five elders of Kongtong felt as if they had been hit hard from their chest to their stomach.

"boom!"

"ah--!"

All five people screamed at the same time, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

The aftershocks swept outwards like a whirlwind.

The two elders of Xuanming narrowed their eyes and flashed to block Zhao Min.

"Waaah—"

A strong wind howled past, making the clothes on the two people flap loudly.

The wind was so strong that it even blew my eyes open.

"Ouch--"

"Oh my god!"

Those juniors with lower cultivation levels from the six major sects were directly overturned to the ground by this gust of wind, rolling everywhere.

Abbess Miejue and the three heroes of Wudang immediately stepped in front of them, using their inner strength to protect the people behind them.

Mo Shenggu, the weakest of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, lost his footing and took a step back.

Although the eight masters of the Ming Cult blocked the wind, their faces were even paler than before.

The five elders of Kongtong were already seriously injured, and this only made their injuries worse.

Zhang Wuji didn't care, after all, the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill was terrifyingly profound. Apart from Xiao Yaoqing, probably no one present could compare with his internal energy.

But the five elderly people were different—their eyes were filled with shock.

That's right, the gale that blew on them was actually weakened. The real power was directed at the Five Elders of Kongtong.