Chapter 343

With the last Wudang second-generation disciple finally completing his own Martial Dao secret store, at this time, the second-generation Wudang disciples headed by Wang Ye were also half kneeling on the ground.

They shook the sky in unison and shouted, “Thanks to the ancestors! I am so proud that Wudang will have me!”

Zhang Changsheng watched the scene in front of him, and there was a slight smile on that handsome face. Obviously, he was very satisfied with Wudang’s current prosperous scene.

When the white snake on the side saw this scene before her eyes, she also caused a great shock in her heart. It was also at this moment that she finally seemed to have found her belonging.

Yes, as the twelfth disciple of Wudang Patriarch Zhang Changsheng, she was naturally very happy. She felt proud from the bottom of her heart and was proud of being a disciple of Patriarch Zhang Changsheng.

Wang Ye was also very astute and walked quickly to the cupped fist in front of the old patriarch and respectfully said, “Old patriarch, now I have completed the task you always gave me according to your requirements. Now what should we do next. ”

As the current temporary manager of Wudang, Wang Ye is naturally on the major events of Wudang. Some of them cannot be grasped by himself, so he should also ask Zhang Changsheng, the patriarch of Wudang’s high mountains, which is also the pillar.

Zhang Changsheng half-squinted his breathtaking eyes and looked at Wang Yedao in front of him. “The rest is left to you and the little carp. Now there are about a hundred people in Wudang who have not completed the secret collection of Martial Dao. Let’s evolve, just so you will also inform that Xiao Qin Yin, and of course also call that Shen Mubai here.”

“Unsurprisingly, after this period of time is over, your master or your uncle should have returned to Wudang from the downhill experience, and then you can also take off the burden, Xiao Wangye.”

Zhang Changsheng is quite satisfied with Wangye, his own apprentice in front of him. After all, he is only in his twenties, and he can manage Wudang Mountain well. Such leadership talent is also rare.

In his heart, if there is no accident in the future, the Wang Ye in front of him may be the successor of his master Zhao Huantu, the real Wudang administrator.

When Wang Ye heard his ancestor talk about his master, he was very excited in his heart, but he did not expect that his master would already be returning to Wudang.

And this was not the thing that shocked Wang Ye the most. Among them, the thing that made him look forward the most was that his uncle Li Huanhuo was.



As a second-generation disciple of Wudang, Wang Ye has heard too much of this high-profile work, and there have been too many legends of Wudang Tai Chi swordsman Li Huanhuo in the ancient Wu family.

Today’s things are finally over, and as the second generation of Wudang disciples left the Wudang post-Wudang mountainside one by one with excited and happy expressions.

Zhang Changsheng put one hand behind him, looking into the distance, in his heart he was in a superb algorithm for the calculation method.

For the next one or two days, Zhang Changsheng had a foreboding that something bad might happen.

In order to avoid accidents, Zhang Changsheng used his own method of calculation carefully.

On the white and powerful right hand, a copper coin that exudes sophistry and mixed with a little ancient and modern simplicity is circling wantonly on Zhang Changsheng’s wrist.

While the white snake on the side saw Zhang Changsheng’s technique, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes. It would be a very serious matter if someone who has no talent for the method of reckoning and trying to know people.

Dragon Turtel looked at some surprised white snakes on the side, and randomly lay down in front of the white snakes and said, “Last time you knew the white snakes, you have to break through the Leifeng Tower, and prepare to be harmful to the people of the world. This is also the magical skill of the ancestor. Calculated by the calculation method, what kind of superb methods the old Patriarch White Snake has, I am afraid that even I, who knows his strength halfway, don’t know.”

“To be precise, from the time I met the Patriarch until now, I haven’t seen him get serious in the true sense. This is undoubtedly a very terrifying thing.”

Dragon Turtel is actually a little conservative. After all, no one has ever seen Zhang Changsheng actually take a shot.

The White Snake caused a great shock in her heart, and she now completely believes in the scariest part of Zhang Changsheng.

That is the existence of such a magical algorithm method. As long as it does not exceed Zhang Changsheng’s own Realm, then any danger to him or danger to people connected with him will not escape him. Sixth sense…

With the passage of time, Zhang Changsheng’s body at this moment is completely wrapped in the simple copper gold.

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A great battle has just ended in that distant and unknown ordinary seaside village in our country.

The initiators of this battle are naturally Li Huanhuo, a Tai Chi swordsman headed by Wudang, and Zhao Huantu, the current master brother of Wudang generation.

The other party naturally came to snatch the little girl with strange physique, the leader of the Knights of the Holy Order.

The black donkey with a broken mouth at the moment also looked a little wilted, with a trace of helplessness and anxiety in his eyes.

And the little girl who was riding on it, wearing shabby clothes and covered in a lot of black and gray, was also full of horror. Two thin little hands clung to the black donkey’s neck.

The black donkey rolled his eyes and looked at the little girl sitting on his back and said, “You little guy, hug, I can’t breathe. Sincerely, since daddy met you little guy. Good luck is gone. Drinking cold water will choke your teeth. I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“You little girl, you better pray that the two guys not far away can repel the foreign order knights, or we will all be planted here.”

The current black donkey is also very uneasy inside, after all, although it believes in the strength of Li Huanhuo and Zhao Huantu at the foot of the mountain outside the cave.

However, the foreign order of the Knights is not a vegetarian, and the donkeys now really don’t understand why the Patriarch and his elders value this skinny man who is only seven or eight years old, obviously malnourished, and has no words. A dumb little girl with very bad luck.

Although the black donkey feels the difference between this girl, there is nothing too special about it, nothing more than the kind of extreme bad luck.

It can even affect everyone who comes into contact with her, not even repairing the Practitioner. This can be seen from the serious injuries on the black donkey. .

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