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

Instead, they seemed to bite each other, and simultaneously dissipated into the air.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Ta-da!"

Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Wuji each took two steps back.

Xiao Yaoqing stared at Zhang Wuji, his gaze darkening, inwardly cursing:

"It really is Zhang Wuji."

"The internal energy of this Nine Yang Divine Skill is truly powerful."

Zhang Wuji also looked at Xiao Yaoqing, his shock impossible to hide.

His mind was also in turmoil:

"He actually managed to withstand my Nine Yang Divine Skill head-on?! Even Master Kongwen couldn't withstand that palm strike!"

"What kind of martial arts does he practice?!"

The summit of Bright Peak was eerily quiet.

Everyone stared blankly at the two people opposite them.

Two young people, both in their early twenties.

At that moment, they were in a daze.

It seems that the two people standing there are not two young people.

Instead, they are two legends who have long stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

The three heroes of Wudang were still in shock at what had just happened.

Xiao Yaoqing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was a lost art that had been passed down for many years. When the palm wind swept across, the oppressive feeling made everyone in their hearts clear that if they were to go up there, they simply wouldn't be able to withstand it.

But the young man named Zeng Aniu unleashed his inner strength, which completely neutralized the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, even dispersing the residual force in the air.

Even if he started practicing martial arts from the womb, he couldn't possibly have reached this level, right?

This world is about to be turned upside down.

Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu were also stunned and stood there for a long time before they came to their senses.

Finally, Song Yuanqiao steadied himself, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhang Wuji's retreating figure, and said:

"Thank you so much, Young Master Zeng, for saving my life!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji snapped out of his reverie and quickly turned around.

Upon seeing Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu about to bow to him, he quickly reached out and took Song Yuanqiao's arm, saying urgently:

"Eldest Uncle, Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, it's me, Wuji!"

The three heroes of Wudang were completely dumbfounded.

Abbess Miejue and Abbot Kongwen both stared wide-eyed.

Yang Xiao and the White-browed Eagle King were even more dumbfounded.

"Wuji?"

"How come another Wuji has suddenly appeared?"

Having witnessed Xiao Yaoqing impersonating Zhang Wuji before, the three heroes of Wudang were still wary, staring at Zhang Wuji as they asked:

"Are you really so unscrupulous?"

Zhang Wuji knew what they were worried about, and nodded vigorously:

"I really am Wuji!"

"How are Third Master Uncle's hand and foot injuries now? And..."

He rattled off a long story about his childhood on Wudang Mountain, and told many things that only people from Wudang knew.

After listening, the three heroes of Wudang finally made up their minds.

"You really are Wuji? Our Wuji nephew!"

The four of them hugged each other excitedly.

The Abbess Miejue looked at this scene with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She turned her head to look at Zhou Zhiruo beside her, and a thought popped into her mind.

If this person isn't Zhang Wuji, then what is the relationship between Zhou Zhiruo and that person surnamed Xiao?

Abbess Miejue couldn't figure it out for a while, and her gaze fell on Xiao Yaoqing, her eyes growing increasingly serious.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

I remembered.

"This Xiao Yaoqing possesses the Emei Nine Yang Skill and the Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm!"

That's right. They had fought before, and Abbess Miejue knew very well that Xiao Yaoqing knew at least two of the inner sect martial arts of Emei.

Zhou Zhiruo, on the other hand, had been practicing martial arts on Mount Emei since she was five years old and had never come down the mountain.

The Abbess Miejue's mind raced for a while.

"Could it be that that brat surnamed Xiao has been hiding on Mount Emei all along, and that girl Zhiruo has known him for a long time? Are they seeing each other behind my back?"

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she shook her head.

wrong.

If Xiao Yaoqing really hid in Emei to secretly learn kung fu, how can his profound internal strength be explained?

If it were truly as she imagined, some kind of martial art that could reverse aging, then someone who could master it to this level would be at least a top-tier expert. How could such a person possibly be interested in the Emei Nine Yang Skill or the Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm?

After much thought, even someone as old as Abbess Miejue was completely caught up in the situation.

Every guess sounds plausible, yet every guess has its flaws.

That leaves only one answer—all of these guesses are wrong.

nonsense.

Little did Abbess Miejue know that Xiao Yaoqing had a system in his head.

Even if Xiao Yaoqing honestly told her that something lived in his head, Abbess Miejue would probably still not know about the "system".

I couldn't understand either of the words.

On the other side, Zhang Wuji and the three heroes of Wudang finally finished catching up.

He took the hands of several senior and junior disciples and lowered his voice to say:

"Eldest Uncle, Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, now is not the time for idle chatter. We need to take care of the matter at hand first."

Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu exchanged glances.

This was, of course, referring to the young man surnamed Xiao on the other side.

Song Yuanqiao stared at Zhang Wuji, his eyes filled with worry:

"Wuji, are you confident in your abilities?"

Zhang Wuji slowly shook his head.

"It's hard to say. However, I have confidence in my Nine Yang Divine Skill."

The three heroes of Wudang were stunned when they heard this.

"You really mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill?"

Zhang Wuji nodded.

"If it weren't for the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting me, I would have died from the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm long ago."

Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu's eyes lit up immediately, their faces filled with surprise and joy.

The three people spoke almost simultaneously:

"Great! That's wonderful!"

He said "okay" twice.

You could hear the genuine joy in their voices.

After saying this, Zhang Wuji slowly turned around, his gaze darkening as he stared at Xiao Yaoqing from afar.

He was still a little unsure.

Having only recently emerged from seclusion, he was still unsure of his own abilities and had no idea whether his skills were enough to overpower the young man opposite him.

What he didn't know was that the young man opposite him was even more flustered than he was.

That's right.

Zhang Wuji didn't know, but Xiao Yaoqing did!

In this world, the person before you is one of the strongest at the very top.

Of all the top martial arts masters still alive today, there are probably only three left.

Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Sect, the rarely seen woman in yellow in the Ancient Tomb, and Zhang Wuji himself—these three are basically the top combat forces in the martial arts world today.

As for the three eminent monks of the Du generation who are in seclusion in the Shaolin Mausoleum, they have long since withdrawn from worldly affairs and are not considered important.

Going back further, the previous leaders of the Ming Cult, such as Yang Dingtian and the monk Kongjian, were all no longer alive.

Zhang Wuji himself wasn't sure just how strong his skills were, and Xiao Yaoqing was even more confused.

He had absolutely no idea what the fifty years of refined internal energy within him meant.

Adding to his preconceived notions, Xiao Yaoqing was truly unsure how many rounds he could last against Zhang Wuji.

But that doesn't mean he's going to back down.

Ultimately, the Nine Yang Divine Skill that Zhang Wuji possessed was the very martial art that Xiao Yaoqing coveted.

Once you master the Nine Yang Divine Skill to its ultimate perfection, you will achieve a pure Yang body.

With a pure yang body, many messy things naturally fall into place.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yaoqing stared at Zhang Wuji's expression, his face gradually becoming serious.

Zhang Wuji spoke first:

"I came to Bright Peak only to resolve the grievances between the six major sects and the Ming Cult."

"But you've already injured many experts from the six major sects while you're here. I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I had to step forward."

"Today, we will not allow you to continue to run rampant in the Central Plains martial arts world."

These words were spoken with righteous indignation and an aura of great integrity.

For a time, people even felt that he was the savior of the Central Plains martial arts world and that they were in the right.

The three Wudang heroes listened, looked at Zhang Wuji's retreating figure, their eyes full of satisfaction, and slowly nodded.

On the other side, Zhao Min and the others were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Min burst out laughing.

Laughter echoed across Bright Peak, leaving the righteous Zhang Wuji somewhat bewildered.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Zhao Min behind Xiao Yaoqing, and asked with a puzzled expression:

"Young master, what are you laughing at?"

To be honest, Zhang Wuji didn't realize at first that Zhao Min was a woman disguised as a man.

In the original story, didn't someone else remind him before he realized it?

Upon hearing Zhang Wuji's question, Zhao Min slapped him.

With a flick of his wrist, he swiped his folding fan aside, put one hand behind his back, walked to stand beside Xiao Yaoqing, and smiled as he spoke:

"Young Master Zhang, you spoke very eloquently."

"Please recall, we said from the beginning that we just wanted to observe from the sidelines and not get involved."

"But you people from the six major sects insist on sticking to your guns and are determined to make the first move."

Zhao Min *slap*

He closed his fan, leaned forward, and stared into Zhang Wuji's eyes, asking, "Young Master Zhang, don't you find your words laughable?"

"this……"

Zhang Wuji was so speechless that his face turned red, and he couldn't find the words to refute her for a moment.

Upon closer reflection, that's indeed the case.

The young man surnamed Xiao never made a move; it was all the people from the six major sects who rushed up to cause trouble.

Zhao Min is Zhao Min, and Zhang Wuji is Zhang Wuji.

With his brain, how could he possibly argue with Zhao Min?

At that moment, a cold laugh came from the Emei Sect.

It's Abbess Miejue again.

"What a silver tongue!"

woman?

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, then looked Zhao Min up and down, thinking to himself: No wonder she looks so pretty and has such delicate skin, she's actually a woman disguised as a man.

Abbess Miejue snorted coldly, then said, "This is our Central Plains martial arts territory! Even if the six major sects want to destroy the Ming Cult, our common enemy is the tyrannical Yuan!"

"You come from the Yuan Dynasty, you definitely have ill intentions towards the martial arts world of the Central Plains, everyone has the right to kill you!"

"They say they're just watching the show, but who knows what they're really thinking about – wiping us all out?"

Believe it or not, Abbess Miejue actually guessed Zhao Min's thoughts.

Zhao Min's trip south this time was to quell the rebellion.

If she could wipe out the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains, her mission would be complete.

But Zhao Min still shrugged, looking completely innocent: "Master, you've seen it yourself, I only brought this many people today. There are countless masters in the Central Plains martial arts world, even if I wanted to wipe them all out, I wouldn't have the ability."

Upon hearing this, people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult couldn't help but twitch their lips.

Look over there at Mount Hua, Kunlun, and Kongtong, at the sect leaders and elders who are still lying on the ground, not yet awake.

Let's take a look at Xiao Yaoqing.

Okay, you didn't bring many people.

But that one is enough to rival a thousand troops.