Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

The sun is hanging in the eastern sky, and the temperature is not high.

Near Guangmingding, there is a vast Gobi desert. Stepping on the fine sand does not sink.

After climbing over a hill, I saw two groups of people fighting on the yellow sand.

"It's true that the Wu-Tang Clan was attacked!"

People who practice martial arts have very good eyesight, and Duan You recognized the costumes of the Wudang Sect at a glance.

"They are from the Ming Cult!"

When Zhou Zhiruo saw the white robe at first sight, he knew that those who besieged the Wudang sect were members of the Ming sect.

Mingjiao disciples usually wear white robes with the holy fire embroidered on them.

Emei and Mingjiao have a blood feud and are sworn in!

As soon as Zhou Zhiruo saw the Mingjiao people, he immediately felt the intention to kill.

"Go!"

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly let out a clear whistle, used Qing Gong, and galloped away in that direction with lightning speed.

"Okay!" Duan You jumped up and followed him.

She understood in her heart that not everyone in the Ming Cult was a villain, there were also many heroes.

However, the teachings of Mingjiao allow the disciples to do whatever they want, which is contrary to the secular moral norms. Killing is like child's play, and being killed is not unjust.

But grievances in the world are not only determined by the good or bad of people. Even two good people may form a life-or-death feud.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were close.

In addition to the Six Heroes of Wudang, there was also a handsome young man.

It was Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao's only son.

At this time, they were struggling to meet the Mingjiao Five Elements Flag.

Zhou Zhiruo shouted loudly, jumped up, and a white bolt flew across the sky, but the long sword at her waist was unsheathed.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff" sounded four times in sequence.

The four Mingjiao believers fell into the fine sand, doubled over, their white robes rolled into yellow, and their faces were facing down, as if they were dead.

"But a heroine from the Emei sect?"

Song Yuanqiao saw Emei's swordsmanship and asked loudly.

Zhou Zhiruo responded without stopping and continued to take action.

"Master Song, you're fine!"

Duan You fell to the ground silently, right next to Song Yuanqiao, and killed three Mingjiao believers with a wave of his hand.

"Miss Duan, nice to meet you!" Song Yuanqiao cupped his fists and raised his hands.

He had seen Duan You's martial arts before, and he felt quite incompetent and did not regard himself as an elder.

"Did Lord Duan not come?"

Song Yuanqiao turned his head and looked around, but he couldn't see Duan Yu, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

The two factions had communicated before and knew that Duan Yu would personally take action this time, so they looked forward to it.

"Master and the people from the Emei sect are behind. I have been specially ordered to come over and support your sect."

Duan You was not in a hurry to take action and looked for the flag bearer of the Ming Cult.

The Five Elements Banners of Mingjiao are all elites. If they want to resolve the battle and rescue Wudang, they have to capture the thief first and capture the king first.

This time they came with the Fire Flag and the Thick Earth Flag among the Five Elements Flags.

Yan Yuanzheng, the leader of Houtu Banner, fought against Yu Daiyan.

But Xin Ran, the flag bearer of the Fierce Fire Flag, was dealing with Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu did have some skills, but he still persisted despite Xin Ran's suppression.

Xin Ran seemed to want to strangle this descendant of the Wudang Sect, and his attacks were extremely ruthless.

With a "chi" sound, his long sword slashed through the air, as fast as lightning, and in an instant it was in front of Song Qingshu's neck, intending to cut his throat and kill him with one strike.

Seeing his son in danger, Song Yuanqiao was shocked, but had no time to take action.

Song Qingshu's forward body suddenly tilted up, which was against the law, and he raised the sword with his right hand. He was in mid-air, and the sword was blocked in front of him.

With the sound of "ding", the two swords intersected. With the force of the counter-shock, Song Qingshu's body froze, and he swept out diagonally, out of the scope of the sword light.

Although these two actions were a bit embarrassing, they also showed considerable wit and flexibility.

Song Yuanqiao was slightly relieved, but his palms were already covered in cold sweat.

The flag bearer of the Mingjiao Five Elements Flag has first-class martial arts skills, but even I can't defeat him in a short period of time!

"As expected, he is indeed a master disciple trained by Wudang! Let me teach you one more slap!"

Xin Ran, the flag bearer of the Fiery Flag, shouted angrily, insisting that Song Qingshu should be kept behind.

Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but be furious.

You're bullying my son, right?
"Master Song, let me do it." Duan Youming's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded slightly to Song Yuanqiao, and suddenly flew up.

Like a spiritual swallow, she came gracefully, landed in front of Xin Ran, and gently patted her with her slender palms.

The sound of "bang" suddenly sounded, and Xin Ran's body flew up, with a look of astonishment on his face, full of disbelief.

Then it landed with a crash, splashing into a cloud of yellow dust.

"Banner envoy!"

Screams continued to sound, and the members of the Fire Flag Cult screamed one after another.

In their eyes, the flag bearer is more important than the leader!
Because Mingjiao has not had a leader for 30 years!

And the flag bearer is with them every day.

Xin Ran fell to the ground, and as soon as he was lifted up, he saw blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, and their faces were as red as blood. They seemed to be drunk and their eyes were hazy.

"Save people!" Yan Yuan, the flag-bearer of Houtu Banner, shouted.

Sand and dust filled the air, and everyone who had been hiding in the thick earth flag broke out of the sand one after another and crowded around Xin Ran.

The big yellow flag was unfolded, covering everyone in the thick soil flag, blocking the sight of outsiders.

Xin Ran's arms trembled, his eyes widened, and he shouted with difficulty: "Back off!"

"Lao Xin, how are you? It doesn't matter!"

Yan Yuan looked at his old brother eagerly.

"...Don't be...powerless! Retreat quickly!"

Xin Ran was vomiting blood and talking intermittently, but his eyes gradually became hazy, as if he had lost focus, and then he tilted his body and fainted.

"Flagbearer!" Everyone was shocked.

A calm person hurriedly felt his pulse with his hand, his face relaxed, and he shouted: "It doesn't matter, flag bearer, we need to get treatment as soon as possible!"

"The enemy is strong, retreat temporarily!"

Yan Yuan shouted loudly while dealing with Yu Daiyan.

The big yellow flag immediately flew up again, and the Ming Cult members began to shuttle around. It was dazzling to see, with only the big flag fluttering.

The same is true for the flaming flag on the other side. The big flag flutters and makes a hunting sound, and the person holding the flag moves back and forth, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

"The devil's sect thieves should stop running away!"

Song Qingshu chased after him with his sword.

"Qingshu, come back!" Song Yuanqiao hurriedly waved.

Although the Demon Cult retreated, it was not messy and orderly. If they were to catch up, they would definitely suffer a big loss.

Song Qingshu was unwilling to do so. He had been forced into such an embarrassing situation by Xin Ran before and wanted to win back the victory.

But he had to listen to his father's words, so he had to tiptoe and run here.

Just as he was about to leap to Song Yuanqiao's side, his figure suddenly stopped, his handsome face suddenly changed color, his eyes were blank, staring at a certain place.

Seeing the elegant Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he was stunned for a moment.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman with such voluptuous spirit and graceful bones, and he couldn't help but feel swayed by it.

The breeze blew over the yellow sand, and Zhou Zhiruo's black hair was messed up, but she ignored it.

A few people exchanged pleasantries for a while, then led the Wudang Sect to meet up with Tianlongmen and Emei.

Emei camp.

"Wudang Song Yuanqiao, I met the master!"

A clear voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the field.

Immediately, a green figure swept into the crowd and landed in front of Master Miejie. His movement was extremely fast.

Song Yuanqiao's temples were white, and his face was full of dust and vicissitudes of life, but he still maintained an image of modesty and elegance.

After Zhang Sanfeng retired to concentrate on martial arts, Song Yuanqiao became the head of the Wudang Sect.

Master Miejie did not dare to neglect, and stood up to welcome: "Okay, the Wudang Sect is here too!"

Regardless of any more pleasantries, as soon as everyone sat down, Zhou Zhiruo said: "Master, someone from the Ming Cult has appeared!"

"Huh?" Master Miejue suddenly opened her eyes, her cold light flashed, she glared at Zhou Zhiruo, and hummed: "Where are these monsters?!"

Zhou Zhiruo took her time and answered slowly.

"No one was seen along the way, but it turned out that they were attracted by the Wu-Dang Clan!"

Master Miejie’s face turned even colder, as if he had missed a hundred million.

Yu Daiyan couldn't help but laugh and said: "Master Tai, I heard that Emei is working with Tianlongmen, why can't I see Lord Duan?"

"He is greedy for leisure and is in the carriage behind!" Master Miejie replied calmly, as if he was unhappy.

Yu Daiyan couldn't help but smile. No wonder he saw a very luxurious carriage. (End of chapter)