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

A faint worry appeared in everyone's eyes.

The three heroes of Wudang and Abbess Miejue of Emei breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the Five Elders of Kongtong were not dead.

But when he looked at Xiao Yaoqing again, his gaze became even more somber.

Song Yuanqiao and Abbess Miejue exchanged a glance.

Abbess Miejue's voice was deep:

"I've fought him before. But he is, after all, Zhang Wuji of your Wudang Sect, so—Master Song."

That's where the conversation ended.

The meaning is already very clear.

Song Yuanqiao naturally understood.

But he still slowly shook his head:

"This child may not be my Wuji."

He said that, but his hands were not idle—he gave Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu a wink.

The three heroes of Wudang drew their swords at the same time and stepped out of the formation.

Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu.

These three people combined constitute the strongest fighting force on Bright Peak at present.

Of course, Xiao Yao must be eliminated.

The three of them working together would be a match even for Abbess Miejue, who wields the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Xiao Yaoqing's gaze also darkened.

The three drew their longswords, the tips pointing directly at Xiao Yaoqing.

Although no one spoke, the meaning was crystal clear—they were about to take action.

Xiao Yaoqing sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness:

"Eldest Uncle, Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, what are you doing?"

He also knew that his performance was about to end.

But we need to ease the tension a bit, right?

Zhang Wuji, who was standing next to him under the alias Zeng Aniu, gritted his teeth and was furious.

Song Yuanqiao stared intently at the young man opposite him, his lungs practically bursting with rage.

He really wanted to rush up and tear off the fake's disguise.

But now is not the time to turn against each other.

Mo Shenggu spoke first, shouting at Xiao Yaoqing, "You say you're my Wuji's nephew? Then explain yourself, how come you're hanging out with people like the Xuanming Elders?"

"You want us to believe you? Fine—turn around right now, slap those two old bastards to death, and we'll acknowledge you!"

After listening, Xiao Yaoqing spread his hands indifferently.

"Since you've put it this way, I have no choice but to comply."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and slammed a palm at the two Xuanming Elders behind him.

Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng, who were watching the commotion from the sidelines, suddenly felt a chill creep up from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

Without even thinking, the two instinctively dodged to the left or right.

"Boom!"

The rubble exploded, creating a large crater in the ground.

Crane-pen Elder and Deer-staff Guest were sweating profusely, looking at each other in disbelief.

If I hadn't dodged just now, I'd probably be lying on the ground by now.

Everyone present was stunned.

Does this guy really just start fighting like that? He even attacks his own people?

The three heroes of Wudang were also taken aback.

Is he really Wuji?

Crane-Pen Elder, that dim-witted brute, was so shocked that he blurted out, "Master Xiao, are you serious? You really want to kill us fellow disciples?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

Song Yuanqiao's eyes instantly changed, and he questioned sharply, "Your surname is Xiao?! Then why are you impersonating my nephew, Wuji?"

Xiao Yaoqing slowly turned around and glanced at Hebi Weng indifferently.

Zhao Min rolled her eyes as well.

When Hebi Weng saw the look in their eyes, he suddenly covered his mouth.

Oops, I let it slip!

Oh no, I hope Master Xiao won't beat me up when he gets back.

Actually, Xiao Yaoqing never intended to continue acting in this play.

Being caught out doesn't matter to him.

The three heroes of Wudang were now completely certain that this person was not Zhang Wuji at all.

Enraged, the three men simultaneously drew their longswords, the blades pointing directly at Xiao Yaoqing.

Song Yuanqiao shouted in a deep voice, "I don't care why you impersonated my nephew Wuji, but today you won't be able to run rampant in the Central Plains martial arts world!"

"Take this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three sword lights flashed like lightning and rushed towards Xiao Yaoqing at the same time.

Zhang Wuji, who was using the alias Zeng Aniu, stood nearby and shouted anxiously, "Hero Song, be careful!"

After all, he was the real Wuji's nephew.

It's unclear whether the three heroes of Wudang heard Zhang Wuji's words of concern.

At this moment, all their attention was fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing stared at the three menacing Taoists, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

What do the Three Heroes of Wudang represent?

That's Wudang swordsmanship!

Xiao Yaoqing had long coveted this sword technique; it had become a thorn in his side.

So, without much thought, he took the Free and Easy Steps copied from Fan Yao and charged towards the Three Heroes of Wudang.

The sword formation of Wudang is all about the mysterious and profound.

Even with just three people, they can form a formation that is unpredictable and seems to have almost no flaws.

The stronger their swordsmanship, the more excited Xiao Yaoqing became.

As he plunged into the sword formation, he kept repeating to himself:

"Please, give me a set of sword techniques! Please, give me a set of sword techniques!"

Humble Xiao Yaoqing, seeking a sword online?

But as soon as he stepped into the sword formation, Xiao Yaoqing felt a sense of vigilance.

He was surrounded by sword energy and light, forcing him to be on high alert.

He used half of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge with all his might, narrowly missing one person's sword tip each time before crashing head-on into another person's sword.

The power of the Wudang sword formation can be seen from this.

This meant that Xiao Yaoqing didn't even have a chance to use the Quiet Lotus Palm to slap the three people in the face.

Since he couldn't slap them, he could only try to work on the hands of these three people.

While using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge the crisscrossing sword energy, he also looked for an opening.

Just as Song Yuanqiao's longsword was about to pierce his throat, Xiao Yaoqing changed his footwork, switching from Lingbo Weibu to Xiaoyao Bu. He shifted his body and moved forward, slamming a palm hard on Song Yuanqiao's right wrist, which was holding the sword.

"clang!"

The longsword was knocked away, just in time to block Yin Liting's deadly attack from the side for Xiao Yaoqing.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the top-tier internal skill, Pure Yang Limitless Skill!]

"It's not swordsmanship."

"But this Pure Yang Limitless Skill is still usable, I suppose."

Xiao Yaoqing muttered something to himself.

If those Taoist priests from Wudang knew about their treasured "Pure Yang Limitless Skill"...

In Xiao Yaoqing's eyes, it was just "makeshift".

I wonder what they think in their hearts when they receive such comments.

This Pure Yang Wuji Gong is the essence of Taoist kung fu, created by Zhang Sanfeng himself. It can be considered the highest internal energy cultivation method of the Wudang School, and it is also a compulsory course for them to protect their bodies and lives.

In terms of power, it ranks first among all factions!

Xiao Yaoqing dismissed this level of internal skill with a casual "barely passable".

They dismissed him.

If Zhang Sanfeng himself heard this, he would probably break out of his cultivation and come to have a good talk with Xiao Yaoqing.

The power of this Pure Yang Limitless Skill is no exaggeration.

If Zhang Sanfeng hadn't used this internal energy technique to suppress the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm for Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji would have been dead long ago.

However, judging from Xiao Yaoqing's expression, this Pure Yang Limitless Skill clearly didn't stir up any waves in his heart.

Song Yuanqiao's gaze darkened, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

Mo Shenggu lowered his voice: "Senior Brother, he could clearly escape the formation, why did he insist on coming in?"

Yin Liting frowned as well: "Could it be... that he's secretly learning our sword formation?"

The three people stood back to back, their eyes fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

But Xiao Yaoqing didn't listen to a word they said.

He stood three zhang away, slowly raising both palms.

A layer of earthy yellow light emanated from his palm, and true energy surged throughout his body along his meridians.

The surrounding air felt as if it had been sucked out, making one's chest feel stuffy.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms – Shocking the entire region!

He had used this trick once before, and that time it directly blew up the Ming Cult branch altar, turning a bunch of Yuan soldiers to ashes.

Song Yuanqiao's pupils contracted sharply: "Retreat!"

But it was too late.

Xiao Yaoqing pushed out with both palms, and a visible shockwave exploded out from the ground.

The ground was cracked, and gravel flew everywhere.

Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu had no time to dodge and could only take the hit head-on.

The palm strike collided with the sword light, creating a deafening boom.

The three of them flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood trickled from the corner of Yin Liting's mouth as he leaned on his sword hilt to stand up: "So...so domineering palm strike!"

Song Yuanqiao coughed twice, his face pale: "This is not the Wudang way."

Mo Shenggu gritted his teeth: "Just who is this kid?"

Xiao Yaoqing dusted off his hands and asked indifferently, "Finished? Want to continue?"

The three of them looked at each other and saw the same answer in each other's eyes.

We can't beat them.

Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you for your mercy, young hero."

Xiao Yaoqing waved his hand: "Don't thank me, thank yourselves for being lucky."

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

The three people behind him looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

Only Yin Liting muttered softly, "This palm technique... why does it remind me of the legendary Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

The air trembled violently, as if it had been torn apart by something.

Then, a deep rumble exploded from mid-air, as if a dragon was roaring.

A gust of wind, carrying true energy, slashed towards the three heroes of Wudang like a knife.

This moment—

Abbess Miejue, Yang Xiao, the White-browed Eagle King, and Abbot Kongwen all changed their expressions almost simultaneously and shouted in unison:

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?!"

Zhang Wuji—who was still using the name Zeng Aniu at this time—had no idea just how powerful the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms really were.

But he could see how terrifying the force hidden in that gust of wind was.

His heart tightened suddenly. His eldest grandmaster and two uncles would definitely not be able to withstand this move!

Overwhelmed by anger, Zhang Wuji could no longer stand.

A loud shout:

"Watch out!!"

The person had already taken off and landed directly in front of the three heroes of Wudang.

The three heroes of Wudang also recognized this long-lost palm technique.

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and just as they were about to fight to the death, a tall figure blocked their way.

"Young Master Zeng?!"

Zhang Wuji had no time to pay them any attention.

"ha--"

The internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill surged into his palms like a flood.

That violent power erupted suddenly, crashing straight into Xiao Yaoqing's "Shocking Hundred Miles" attack.

.

The instant the two forces collided.

The entire Bright Summit seemed to have its throat choked, and all sound disappeared.

It was eerily quiet.

Then--

"Bang!!"

A loud bang.

Everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and the rocks beneath their feet were trembling.

Strangely, the two forces did not create any terrifying shockwaves after they collided.