Chapter 380: Super fire pit

Hearing what Li Sanqing said, Yang Yiyun smiled and said he knew. ?

In fact, he had seen from a long distance the way this pine forest secretly joined the formation. In his eyes, it was now the basis of the formation, and he could enter and leave freely even with his eyes closed.

But there is no need to pretend to be forced in front of Li Sanqing. People are kind, just follow along.

Stop and go and finally walked out of the pine forest half an hour later, and there were attic temples, all ancient buildings, and the above-mentioned word Wudang on the tall mountain gates.

"Master, we are here." Li Sanqing said with a smile.

"Let's go~" Yang Yiyun nodded.

The two went up one after another and stepped onto the gate of Wudang Mountain.

The entire Wudang is built on a mountain that is one hundred meters high, extending from north to south. There are ancient buildings in each section. According to Li Sanqing’s proud statement, these buildings were built from the Ming Dynasty to the second time in the Qing Dynasty. , Formed the current scale.

It has historical heritage and covers an area, which is shocking at first glance, showing the vigor and courage that the ancient sect should have everywhere.

In Yang Yiyun's mind, Wudang is like this, so what about the other ancient sects?

Afraid that one family is stronger than one family, right?

After stepping into the mountain gate, up the 900 steps, to the Wudang martial arts field, a square covering an area of ​​more than 500 square meters appeared.

A group of Taoist priests of different ages, wearing Taoist robes, greeted them.

Yang Yiyun saw that there were no less than ten people. What is interesting is that they are obviously divided into two factions.

Hundreds of mountains were impressively listed. Next to him was a Taoist with a white face, with a red light on his face and a strong aura. Yang Yiyun swept away his spiritual knowledge. This old Taoist was actually a master of the sixth innate.

The other side is also an old man with a long goatee, but on the contrary to the former, the head and beard are very dark, and the cultivation base is stronger than the former. It should be the pinnacle level of the sixth innate.

These two people should be the masters of Wudang at the moment, and they are also the leaders.

It seems that there is no difference between what Baishan said, and Wudang really is in conflict.

There are two distinct factions.

In addition, in the inspection of Yang Yiyun's spiritual consciousness, the number of ancient martial artists who stepped into the innate among the top ten people actually reached more than 20 people.

This is a very scary number.

Twenty-eight congenitals.

The Baishan side obviously occupies a small number of congenitals. There are 13 people in total. Of course, most of them are in the first and second congenital stages, with two people on the fourth congenital level, one person on the fifth floor, and one person on the sixth floor.

On the other hand, there are fifteen people born in the black beard and old way, two more than the Baishan side, but there are more masters. In addition to the six peaks of the old black beard, there are three people on the fifth floor and three on the fourth floor. Five people, the rest are first and second innate.

In the world of ancient warriors, the fist of the strong determines everything.

The black beard veteran master can squeeze the Baishan side.

No wonder Wudang is in conflict, Baishan sees himself as a savior.

It is a miracle that the blackbeard party has not rebelled.

After all, Wudang's infighting is actually the issue of selecting their respective heirs.

Obviously, whoever has a big fist makes sense.

In an instant, the 28 innate in Spiritual Consciousness looked at one side. As for the others are the Anjin Five, but they should not be underestimated. Each of them is at least the seventh or eighth level of Anjin, and most of them are the peak of the ninth level of Anjin. , Can step into the innate level at any time.

According to Baishan, they belonged to the orthodox direct line of Wudang, the first generation of real master direct lineage, and the other side was a branch, and they insisted on pure martial arts without alchemy. Therefore, after the contemporary school retreat, Wudang has been in retreat for ten years. Qunlong no.

Now when the new head teacher is being elected, the powerful side party has exploded, and they want to choose their people.

Baishan's side naturally disagrees. The direct lineage is the root cause. This is their point of view.

The other side believes that power is the ability. The previous method will not work anymore. Alchemy is useless. Pure martial arts have a faster breakthrough. Haven't you seen the results of so many years? How many congenital masters above the third level have their side played?

The fight between the two houses is more like a politics.

Yang Yiyun looked at the innate master of the black beard and felt that he had been picked into a big pit, cursing Baishan countless times in his heart.

In Gouri, one person on the sixth-floor congenital peak, three people on the fifth-fifth congenital floor, and five people on the fourth-fifth congenital floor. Not to mention the others, a single pinnacle on the sixth congenital floor is enough for him to drink a pot.

Yang Yiyun knows that he is not sure about the sixth level of the innate, because he is the first level of the foundation stage, theoretically equivalent to the first level of the innate, but the real strength can wield the power of the fifth innate, plus spells and so on. It can also compete with the sixth floor, but that's it. People's congenitals add up to a total of fifteen people. What kind of power this is, Yang Yiyun knows very well.

It's definitely a big pit.

Just as Yang Yiyun followed Li Sanqing and approached the crowd, Baishan and the elder Bai Tongyan around him greeted everyone from afar and said loudly: "Wudang disciples welcome Master~"

"Welcome to Master~"

With Baishan taking the lead, the Wudang disciples behind him all got up and paid respect, and they bowed down in a respectful salute.

Even Bai Tongyan's old ways are no exception.

On the other hand, the veteran black beard was indifferent, standing still without moving a step with the people behind him.

Yang Yiyun complained in his heart. It seemed that the contradiction between the two rooms had reached a critical point. Perhaps his arrival today was a fuse.

I greeted Baishan ten thousand times in my heart. You of the dog day are forcibly pushing your buddies into the fire pit. I have known that there are so many masters in Wudang. It's a matter of fact that Sikongyuan's inheritance was obtained by accident, so I didn't regard Sikongyuan as a master.

It is your Wudang who regards Sikongyuan as the ancestor master.

Cursing in his heart is cursing, but Yang Yiyun can't say anything in front of so many people, and he has to show his demeanor. He is now the master of Cloud Gate, and in the future, the Cloud Gate Medicine Exhibition will have to go out in front of these ancient sects. Facial, can't be rude.

The corners of his mouth twitched his face and squeezed out a powerful old Dao who quickly stepped forward to help Baishan and Bai Tongyan, and said loudly: "Dao masters please hurry up, you can break me, I am really not the master of Wudang. "

Faced with such a situation that is obviously a ‘level fire pit’, Yang Yiyun thinks about it and keeps a low profile. He understands that if he admits to being Master Wudang, it will only aggravate the resentment of the black beard old man.

After Baishan and Bai Tongyan got up, they quickly introduced to Yang Yiyun: "Master, don’t say that. You are still a direct disciple of Master Sigong Yuanzu, and even the first generation of our Wudang master teacher and disciple, that’s us. The master of the whole Wudang."

Baishan spoke very loudly, and he glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was listening to the veteran Blackbeard.

After the lecture, he introduced Bai Tongyan’s old ways to Yang Yiyun and said: "Master, this is my teacher, Bo Mingjue~"

"I have seen Ming Jue Dao Chang~" Yang Yiyun saluted the old Dao Bai.

"Master is serious, so I can't do it~" Ming Jue gave up again and again, with a flustered expression on his face.

Yang Yiyun can see that Ming Jue and Baishan are not stupid people. They are determined to pull themselves into the water and mix up their Wudang family affairs.

Ming Jue's eyes were shining, it was obvious that he was a very shrewd old immortal, and he was more respectful than Baishan.

But Yang Yiyun didn't want to mix up this matter, so he couldn't help but whispered to Baishan and Ming Jue: "I can't mix the two of you in Wudang. Since you are here today, I am a guest. Don't pull me into the water. Do not?"

Baishan was stunned and blushed a little.

The corner of Ming Jue Old Dao’s mouth twitched, but then he also whispered: "Master, you have received the inheritance of Master Sigong Yuan. It is a fact that we are the first generation of Wudang masters, and our Wudang master. Now, do you think you can still jump out?

Even if we are willing, my younger brother is not willing, oh yes, that black beard is that I am the younger brother'Qianjue'. His human city is extremely deep. Now I am afraid that I have already hated you, Master. Ah, from Zeanzhi.

You can rest assured in terms of safety. You are a disciple of Sigong Yuan Patriarch. Qian Jue would not dare to move you. If he dare to move you, he will deceive the master and destroy the ancestor. When the forbidden land old man will take action, he will also ask the teacher The ancestor will be a Wudang master today. "

Ming Jue Dao's eyes flickered when he spoke, and his face was honest and tepid.

But in Yang Yiyun's ears, he almost cheated his lungs.

"The old undead also said that other people's cities are extremely deep. Are you really a scheming man?" Yang Yiyun cursed in his heart.

But thinking about what Ming Jue was telling the truth, he suppressed his teeth.

However, at this moment, a cold snort came: "Master Wudang? Which master is it? Ming Jue, are you always confused?"

Yang Yiyun whispered in his heart: "The one that should have come is here after all." This voice was the voice of the old black beard, with a bad tone.