Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

He Taichong silently gave a thumbs up in his heart.

The other people watching the show were all secretly amused, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud, so they had to hold it in.

"A yellow-mouthed kid with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!"

Nun Miejue snorted coldly, looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and said, "Master Zhang, Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Sword must not fall into the hands of this person."

Zhao Wuxian said, "Master, you are sick!"

"Sick? Master is sick?" The Emei disciple was surprised.

Ji Xiaofu couldn't help but worry and asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Zhao Wuxian said, "Your master has too much anger and is too nosy. You should find a man to calm him down. Otherwise, he will get sick."

Ji Xiaofu and the Emei disciples were immediately angry.

Unfortunately, they couldn't win and could only watch helplessly.

Wang Yuyan gently poked Zhao Wuxian and rolled her eyes at him, thinking that the words were a bit vulgar.

Mu Wanqing was watching with great interest.

This old nun chose to target Your Highness. I'm afraid she is the same kind as those monks. She really deserves to be punished.

Yin Susu glanced at him and found it amusing. He was such a mean person.

Nun Miejue kept talking about the Dragon Slaying Sword and Xie Xun, so I'm afraid she is the one with bad intentions.

This Wudang disciple is really pedantic.

His Highness's ability in responding to emergencies is not even one tenth of his.

"You brat, you're looking for death!"

Nun Miejue was repeatedly insulted and could not suppress her anger.

She roared, and the sword came out of its sheath, shining brightly, and was about to chop towards Zhao Wuxian.

"stop!"

Zhang Sanfeng shouted softly, without any movement, he flicked his sleeves, and the sword that Master Miejue had drawn returned to the scabbard.

Nun Miejue took a step back and glared at Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "Master Zhang, this guy has insulted me time and again. Emei, are you going to help him?"

Zhang Sanfeng: "..."

It’s a headache to meet a woman like this!

Only women and villains are difficult to raise!

Zhang Sanfeng has always been polite and indifferent to women, otherwise he would not have been single for a hundred years and is still a virgin now.

Look at the Wudang disciples, they are all men.

It can be seen that he is really not good at dealing with women.

What's more, she is a woman like Nun Miejue, who will talk to you about righteousness when you talk to her about reason, and will talk to you about benevolence when you talk to her about righteousness?

At this time, Zhao Wuxian spoke up, and he smiled faintly, "Master Zhang, I came here this time to make a deal with the Wudang Sect, but I didn't know it was your 100th birthday party, and I didn't bring any gifts. Now I have two gifts as a gift!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said quickly, "Your Highness's presence has brought honor to Wudang. What other gifts do you need?"

Zhao Wuxian said, "Sister Wan, I've taken a fancy to the sword in the old nun's hand, but if I take action, it would be unfair and give people a reason to criticize me. What do you think I should do?"

"I'll grab it for Your Highness!" Mu Wanqing said without hesitation.

Nun Miejue glanced at Mu Wanqing, sneered, and said, "Just relying on her? She's not born with a natural talent, right? You're just dreaming!"

Nun Miejue is the head of Emei.

Like He Taichong, she is at the first level of the innate realm and the rebirth realm.

With the sharp sword in his hand, he is not afraid of those in the Yangshen realm.

She would still be worried if Zhao Wuxian took action personally.

However, Zhang Sanfeng was by her side and would definitely not let anything happen to her in Wudang. This was the reason why she had the confidence to draw her sword.

To put it bluntly, Master Miejue took advantage of the relationship between the two sects and her unreasonable attitude to control the Wudang Sect.

A gentleman can deceive others.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly.

In fact, he also knew that Master Miejue had come with ill intentions.

If Zhao Wuxian hadn't pointed it out, she would never have shown up.

but……

Forget it, let’s just wait and see.

Wang Yuyan said: "Bad guy, let me do it, sister..."

Mu Wanqing said, "No, sister, please don't compete with me. This old nun is so long-winded. I'm going to teach her a lesson."

Mu Wanqing's eyes were firm.

It has always been His Highness and my sister who have protected me.

She wants to protect them too!

Wang Yuyan noticed her feelings, frowned slightly, and looked at Zhao Wuxian.

Zhao Wuxian gave her a reassuring look.

Wang Yuyan's brows relaxed and she felt relieved.

She knew that Zhao Wuxian must have been prepared for this.

Zhao Wuxian glanced at Nun Miejue and said, "Nun Miejue, how about we make a bet?"

"Huh, what are you betting on?" said Nun Miejue.

"You and my sister Wan will compete. If you win, my Scarlet Sky Sword will be yours."

talking.

The Chixia sword was unsheathed with a clanging sound, shining with brilliant rainbow light, and stuck into the ground, emitting majestic imperial power.

"Hmm? My sword?"

He Taichong was surprised that his sword was shaking, as if it was afraid.

Not only his sword, but the entire Zixiao Palace, inside and outside, was filled with the sound of swords, as if they were paying homage and submission.

"What, Scarlet Sky Sword?"

Nun Miejue was shocked.

She stared at the handle of the sword and said, "Is this really a top-grade divine sword of the Heavenly Rank, the Scarlet Sky Sword? The one from the Han Dynasty?"

Zhao WuXian nodded and said, “Not bad!”

Zhang Sanfeng, the Six Heroes of Wudang, the Five Elders of Kongtong and even the Shaolin monks opened their eyes wide.

The Scarlet Sky Sword is one of the ten great swords in Kyushu.

The Sword of Heavenly Conqueror and the Dragon Slaying Sabre are merely lower-grade heavenly weapons.

They all seem to be of heavenly rank.

But in front of it, it's weak.

"Your Highness actually has this magic sword, no wonder he can kill Yuan Shisanxian." Song Yuanqiao sighed.

"Hmm? Yuan Shisanxian? One of the four great detectives in the Song Dynasty, and a master who later fell into depravity?"

Nun Miejue glanced at him.

The Shaolin monks and others also looked at him.

Seeing his master nod slightly, Song Yuanqiao said loudly: "You all may not know yet, but two days ago, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince killed Yuan Shisanxian with his sword at Shili Pavilion outside Xiangyang City, killing the Grandmaster with his innate power and creating a legend for our Great Song Dynasty!"

"what?"

"Innate Killing Grandmaster?"

"How could that be? Doesn't that mean he is the same as Yao Yue from the Ming Dynasty?"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise and became even more shocked.

In fact, there is no shortage of talented people in all the countries of Kyushu.

But in the past ten years, the one who has been the most popular is undoubtedly Yao Yue of Yihua Palace.

The main reason is that she is not only strong but also beautiful. She has been hailed as the most beautiful woman in the Ming Dynasty, so she naturally attracts a lot of attention.

Grass!

The three great Shaolin monks looked at each other and complained about Song Yuanqiao in their hearts, "Why didn't you tell me earlier about this kind of record?"

We all got beaten up and you just said it out. Isn't it like taking off your pants to fart? It's a waste of time.

Although Yuan Shisanxian was not killed by Zhao Wuxian, he was too lazy to explain.

Under the shocked, worshipful, and respectful gazes of the crowd, he continued, "If Master loses, the Heavenly Sword will be mine, how about that?"

Nun Miejue was so shocked that she was speechless for a moment.

She first looked deeply at Mu Wanqing's ears.

Well, nothing special except the beauty.

She looked at the Chixiao Sword again, with obsession flashing in her eyes. If she had this sword, could she also kill the Grandmaster?

"I am born with talent, she is acquired. Even if she breaks through temporarily, the advantage is still mine."

"Besides, if I withdraw, wouldn't that bring down the prestige of Emei?"

Nun Miejue thought about it and said, "Okay! It's a deal!"

Chapter 58: Gifting Mu Wanqing the Immortal Bone, Your Highness is so rich and inhumane!

"Did Master Miejue agree?"