I'm really not immortal

Chapter 118 I am the same (33)

Three more days.

Accompanied by the fake monk Kongxiang, he went up the mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng pretended to be slapped with internal injuries, vomited blood, and slapped him to death with a backhand...

But have to say.

That slap was really cruel, and it didn't look like he was injured at all when he slapped the fake monk more than ten feet away.

According to his master's words.

The first-class building controlled by Zhao Min, that is, the strength of the Great Yuan Dynasty, is more or less a spy of the Great Qin Dynasty.

He doesn't mind putting on a show and letting the enemy take a look.

Subsequently.

Zhang Sanfeng even used the name of teaching Yu Daiyan "Tai Chi" and "Tai Chi Sword", and taught these two peerless martial arts to Zhang Wuji who was disguised.

And this is all compensation from him, the master, to his little disciple and grandson.

This scene.

Naturally, no players saw it.

As for Brother Cicada?

Ok.

He was instructed by Taoist Yuxu to go down the mountain to buy wine and meat, and he was running wildly up the mountain.

at the same time.

Zhao Min had already brought Xuan Ming and other elders, many first-rank building masters, and pretended to be members of the Ming Cult, to gather in Wudang Mountain.

Wei Yixiao from the Ming Cult, the monk who couldn't tell, and the eagle king with white eyebrows also came late in a hurry.

As for the players from Wudang, Mingjiao, and Yipinlou, they got together one after another.

There is no hostility among these guys, anyway, in their eyes, this episode is just a cutscene, and everyone is discussing in a low voice: "Look, Zhang Wuji is about to start pretending."

"The plot of Yitian Tulong comes too fast. If we all reach the first-rank realm, maybe we can also participate."

"Who says it's not, now there's not even a mission notification sound."

The group of guys muttered for a while, in the spirit of soy sauce, after seeing Zhang Wuji's operations, it's time to go down the mountain.

And Zhao Min watched the quarrel between his subordinates and Wei Yixiao and others.

But her watery eyes became a little impatient, she took a step forward, and said lightly: "Never mind if I am the leader of Mingjiao, I came here today just to learn from Wudang."

"If it shows that Jiaojiao is really in the same league as you in Wudang, then this junior will leave now."

"Otherwise, you Wudang disciples, come and give me a few incompetent subordinates to learn from each other."

"If not, don't blame the little girl for my nonsense in Jianghu."

"For example, you Wudang faction are the ones who deceive the world and steal their names."

"But if you Wudang disciples win."

"I will return it to Song Yuanqiao and others immediately."

When the players saw Zhao Min, the men's clothing tycoon, speak again, their eyes lit up, taking pictures and live broadcasting.

And a lot of melon-eating people on the forum are crazy about '6666', 'the leader is the most handsome', 'Zhang Wuji will be here soon, little Zhao Min, you wait', 'high energy ahead'.

Hearing these words, Zhang Sanfeng thought about shooting them to death.

But well.

Ok.

Immortals who have not yet arrived on land.

Then you are enduring.

It's just that they are all locked up now.

He looked left and right, and cursed in his heart: "Yuxu, this little bastard, he was dumped by the heroine when he was young, and now he can't come out to see people?"

"By the way, what about that brat Qing Chan, how can he miss such a thing?"

"Hey, I'm so tired."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed helplessly, making everyone feel that Wudang has no successors.

But Zhang Wuji, who had used the disguise technique, felt a little sad, so he stepped forward and coughed softly: "Great Master..."

this moment.

Players began to swipe '6666', 'Wuji's husband is the most handsome', and 'the leader is the most handsome'.

Everyone in the Wudang Hall also looked at Zhang Wuji.

however,
He didn't finish his sentence.

A figure suddenly broke into the main entrance of the hall, and kept saying: "Excuse me, excuse me, give way, let me go."

"By the way, what are you doing? Why don't you untie your sword? Who are you bullying?"

for a while.

The player cursed inwardly, why did this B appear.

The Yipinlou masters blocking the hall saw him, and were extremely shocked by his appearance. Coupled with the Wudang Taoist robe, they vaguely remembered a person, so they could only keep giving way.

And the masters of the Ming Cult, such as the White-browed Eagle King, the Blue-Winged Bat King, and the Elder Xuanming, were also shocked.

As for Zhao Min who was disguised as a man, there was even a gleam of light in those eyes.

She thought to herself: "Is this Zhao Qingchan?"

"As the rumors in Jianghu say, she is really handsome and makes people jealous."

then.

Zhao Qingchan, who was dressed in a Wudang Taoist robe, kept smiling, walked in through the hall with a drunken fairy wine in one hand and stewed pork in the other.

He put the wine and stewed meat on the table next to Zhang Sanfeng, turned his head and said with a smile: "All you heroes, please speak up if you have something to say, if we don't use the sword, we don't use the sword."

"My Wudang disciples are all people who practice Taoism and ask immortals."

"The thing I'm least good at is fighting and killing in the Jianghu."

And Zhao Qingchan glanced at the blood on Zhang Sanfeng's beard, and couldn't help saying: "Look, look."

"How angry are you with my master?"

"Hurry up and retreat, we Wudang faction really don't want to fight with you."

Zhao Min thought he was capable, but after hearing him babble, he got bored, so he took a step forward and said with a sneer, "Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, you all come out."

"Yes."

Bang bang bang.

Three young masters with profound internal skills and strong martial arts cultivation stepped forward at the same time.

The stone slabs in the hall burst into pieces one after another.

The corners of Zhang Sanfeng's eyes twitched, and Zhao Qingchan also grinned in distress, so he said with a heartbeat: "Enough."

"this……"

"Zhao Min." Zhao Min's fake identity was exposed, and now he doesn't bother to hide it.

"Oh, so it's Miss Zhao, I'm Wudang disciple Zhao Qingchan, I don't know how you plan to fight?"

Zhao Min took a careful look at him, and said with a light smile, "Since you are Zhang Zhenren's closed disciple, as long as you defeat the three incompetent guys behind me, your Wudang sect's kung fu is well-deserved."

"what do you think?"

Zhao Qingchan stood with her hands behind her back, without giving anyone a chance to intervene, she immediately said: "Yes."

This statement came out.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically.

Because no matter the masters of Mingjiao or Yipinlou, they can see his martial arts realm.

First grade.

At his age, martial arts cultivation is not low.

But how could he beat the three little grandmasters?

Especially when they saw that Zhang Sanfeng had also closed his eyes, it seemed that they had already expected that his closed disciple would die tragically on the spot.

Zhang Wuji wanted to help.

Zhao Qingchan said even more exaggeratedly: "But I have limited time, and I have to drink with my uncle later, so let your three idiots go there together."

"This... Zhang Zhenren's closed disciple is very domineering." The White-browed Eagle King didn't know whether to praise him or call him stupid.

Wei Yixiao also asked incomprehensibly: "By the way, Master Zhang intends to watch his apprentice die?"

And Zhao Min looked at him carefully, and then pointed at him: "Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, you all depose this kid for me, take him back and torture him."

"..." Everyone was lost in thought.

Brother Chan also twitched the corners of his mouth, I don't believe it no matter what, you are trying to torture me.

But at the moment when the three little masters were about to rush to his face.

Zhao Qingchan just stretched out her slender fingers and turned them into sword fingers.

He smiled slightly: "Sword out!"

Whoosh whoosh.

Three small flying swords that were as long as fingers came out of his sleeves and quietly floated in front of him.

this moment.

Countless players have grown their mouths...

this moment.

The Jianghu masters in the Wudang hall have grown their mouths...

this moment.

Zhang Wuji was dumbfounded.

Zhao Min was stunned.

Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San really wanted to stop, and they also wanted to say: "There is an inner ghost, the plot is wrong, we want to withdraw!"

however.

It was too late.

Zhao Qingchan just waved his finger lightly, and the three flying swords disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

Whoosh whoosh.

In addition to the eyes of the masters and masters flickering.

The others only heard the sound of swords.

It's just that the bones of Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San's hands and feet were pierced, and they lay on the ground and howled continuously.

Breathe!
Zhao Qingchan instantly killed three young masters.

Such unimaginable lethality.

This kind of weird and thoughtful technique of controlling the sword.

This is magic!
How can this method prevent players and martial arts masters from falling into a state of sluggishness?
And Zhao Qingchan hooked his fingers again, and put the flying sword back into the sword case in his sleeve.

He strolled up to Zhao Min and said with a light smile, "Miss Zhao, I've fought and fought."

"We both have the same surname Zhao, why don't you take out the Black Jade Ointment to help?"

Zhao Min took a step back, and the elder Xuanming stepped forward cautiously to protect him.

But Zhao Qingchan glanced at the two of them indifferently, and said bluntly: "Hand it over..."

"Otherwise, have you heard the story of Yu Jian traveling thousands of miles to take the head?"

Whoosh.

Zhao Qingchan pointed out.

A sword light flashed.

next second.

The flying sword was back in his sleeve.

Everyone looked back and saw a dove falling from the sky.

Zhao Min's complexion changed slightly, and the elder Xuanming also swallowed.

motherfucker.

You Wudang faction said it earlier.

You say you are cultivating immortals.

Why did I have to come to you to pretend?
The elder Xuanming's eyes were very rogue, and they found that although Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth were snickering, so he hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Zhao Min: "Things have changed, Zhang Sanfeng should be pretending, the princess should withdraw quickly."

But Zhao Min was well-informed, and he knew that if Zhang Sanfeng wanted to pretend, he would pretend to the end.

So she took a deep look at Zhao Qingchan, then at Zhu Chai on Xiao Zhao's head, and said with a sneer, "The Black Jade Ointment has been given to Zhang Wuji a long time ago, isn't he also from your Wudang? He’s going to go by himself, maybe he just didn’t give it to you on purpose.”

"Sure enough, he is still the leader of Mingjiao, and now he wants to trick you Wudang faction."

Zhao Qingchan froze for a moment, then he suddenly remembered.

Zhao Min did give it, and it was still on the red hairpin above Xiao Zhao's head.

Regarding this point, he didn't point it out on the spot, but just watched the unpleased Yipinlou people leave.

Afterwards, he said to many players who are still here: "We accept people in Wudang, 10 taels of silver a month."

"Yes, now you have to pay for worshiping Wudang."

"And don't teach immortal cultivation, don't teach swordsmanship, love won't come."

After Brother Cicada said this, he turned around and left with his drink.

Well, since his master has decided to build the Immortal Gate, then don't talk about the Shushan School, and let's start with a wave of sustainable development.

"Fuck, anything else, Brother Cicada accepts me, and I will quit Mingjiao now."

"Hey, sword fairy?"

"MD, Wudang has already started cultivating immortals, so how can other sects get along?"

"Teacher and teacher, don't let anyone stop me, Dingding will also betray the teacher if it explodes."

Many NPCs have heard the player's many treasonous words, especially the word "betrayal".

But the masters of the rivers and lakes who have not yet left are not in the mood to care so much.

because…

Me too!
……

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(End of this chapter)