Taoist Master Long Yun seems low-key, but he is actually a very arrogant person.

In the entire martial arts world, apart from Tang Xiaobao and Wanru, he really didn't take anyone else seriously.

He has such confidence and capital.

In fact, his martial arts skills are beyond the imagination of many people in the martial arts world. For decades, when it comes to fighting, he has never been afraid of anyone.

But today, he was really scared.

The fear that comes from within is simply uncontrollable.

Fifty years ago, Weng Batian almost wiped out the entire martial arts world by himself. Today, fifty years later, his martial arts skills would naturally be even more advanced.

He has not been out of the world for decades, but he suddenly shows up today. What exactly does he want to do?

Is he here to seek revenge for the incident that happened last year?

However, most of the parties involved in that case are no longer alive. Even if there are still a few, they have long since faded out of the martial arts world and become hidden monsters. They are usually nowhere to be seen, and no one knows whether they are dead or alive.

As the deputy leader of the martial arts world, Taoist Long Yun was naturally the first to bear the brunt.

"Are you here for revenge?"

Taoist Long Yun took a deep breath and asked this question with difficulty.

"revenge?"

Demon Knife Weng Batian shook his head. "If we're talking about revenge, shouldn't you be the ones doing it? I'm giving you a chance. I remember that battle, I killed at least five Wudang masters. Don't you hate me and don't you want to avenge your master?"

Five people?

Wrong, it’s six people!

Taoist Long Yun felt bitter.

What kind of revenge is that?

Isn't that courting death?

Of course, he wouldn't say that.

"It's time to repay grudges. Besides, that happened fifty years ago. I was very young then and didn't know much about it. Moreover, our master lived with regret for the rest of his life. He strictly ordered Wudang disciples not to mention that battle, and not to allow us to harbor resentment. He said that he also had a part in that incident. The reason why Senior Weng was nicknamed the butcher back then was not your fault alone. The inner workings are quite complicated."

Taoist Master Long Yun is quite good at speaking.

Look, what a great statement this is.

It not only pleased Weng Batian, but also saved face for the Wudang Sect.

See, it’s not that we don’t want to take revenge, but our master has given the order. It’s not that we can’t take revenge.

Unfortunately, Weng Batian didn't buy into this favor at all.

He sneered, "Revenge? By you? Or by your Wudang Sect? If I wanted to, I could completely destroy your Wudang Sect with one sword each, like slaughtering a dog. What qualifications do you have for revenge?"

Taoist Long Yun's expression changed and became extremely gloomy.

"Senior, are you looking down on our Wudang Sect?"

Taoist Long Yun said coldly, "I respect you as a senior and I respect you in every way. Isn't this a bit too much?"

"Is it over?"

Laughing heartily, Weng Batian said, "I don't think so at all. In my eyes, you are nothing more than that. Am I wrong? You so-called famous and upright people are all just seeking fame and reputation. You say one thing to your face and another behind your back. I've seen it all before. You clearly have no ability, but you still try to flatter yourself. Do you have any shame?"

This is extremely disrespectful to the Wudang Clan.

Several Wudang disciples were so angry that their faces turned red and they were about to step forward.

Even if I die in battle, I must protect the reputation of the Wudang Sect.

Taoist Master Long Yun quickly stopped them.

What a joke! If you go up there, you'll be courting death.

"Senior, are you looking down on the Wudang Sect?"

Taoist Long Yun took a breath.

He knew that no matter how afraid he was, he had to fight today.

Fight for dignity, fight for the master.

In fact, he really didn't want to fight.

But there was nothing he could do. He was helpless. Being pushed to this point, being scolded, how could he endure it? If this matter got out, wouldn't the Wudang Sect lose all face? How could they gain a foothold in the martial arts world?

"Yes, I just look down on the Wudang Clan."

Weng Batian looked up at the sky with a look of contempt.

Taoist Priest Long Yun winked at a disciple beside him, and without caring whether the other party understood his meaning, he stepped forward and said, "You step back."

Several Wudang disciples retreated.

"Go back to your rooms and rest. Do not come out without my permission, even if I die."

sweat……

In the eyes of Wudang disciples, Taoist Long Yun’s martial arts skills were so superb that there was no way he could be defeated.

But now, he actually said that he might die?

Well, the weirdo opposite named Demon Knife Weng Tianba is indeed very perverted. He broke the Wudang sword formation with one move.

Let’s go back to the room together.

Taoist Long Yun then spoke loudly to Weng Batian, "Senior, I am Long Yun, temporarily serving as the headmaster of Wudang. Although I know I am no match for you, since you have repeatedly insulted us, I, a humble boy, can only learn a few lessons from you. Even if I die, I will have no complaints."

"You want your disciple to go get some help, right?"

Weng Batian curled his lips and said, "Actually, you don't need to resort to such tricks. I didn't come here today just to pick on you. I heard that your leader is a master of martial arts, and I'd love to spar with him. Let your disciple go get someone."

Taoist Long Yun's little thought was exposed, and his old face flushed. He simply said: "I am ashamed. What you said is very true. However, Long Yun is not talented, so I still want to learn a few moves from you. Please give me some."

After saying that, Taoist Long Yun shook his right hand, and the scabbard suddenly flew out and hit the wall more than ten meters above. The wall was made of blue bricks and was several dozen centimeters thick. The scabbard actually penetrated deeply into it.

Just this one move shows that Long Yun's internal strength is extremely profound.

The Qingfeng sword flashed with coldness under the light. Taoist Long Yun did not reveal his aura, but his sword intent was growing wildly.

He is the sword and the sword is him.

This is the realm where man and sword become one.

Junior Sister Yi Lin could also achieve unity of body and sword, but she couldn't hide her aura and completely integrate it into the sword intent.

From this we can see that Taoist Master Long Yun is indeed much more powerful than Junior Sister Yi Lin.

The former leader of the martial arts world indeed had extraordinary ideas.

But he had no pride at all.

He knew clearly that he would lose this battle.

But he still wanted to fight.

Moreover, his fighting spirit was soaring, and his heart was becoming calmer and calmer.

Weng Batian glanced at Taoist Long Yun, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that your martial arts skills are not inferior to Feng Yunzi's, and even slightly better. No wonder you can command the heroes. Not bad, not bad, but this is still not enough."

After a pause, Weng Batian nodded again: "He has good talent, but unfortunately he is too old. If he were thirty years younger, he would have become a great man in the future."

puff!

This is really frustrating.

Taoist Long Yun almost failed.

"Well, it seems you have cultivated sword energy. Then I will let you see what true martial arts are. This sword has not been unsheathed for decades. I will unsheath it for you today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and a pitch-black scimitar suddenly popped out of its scabbard. The scimitar flashed into the air and flew directly into the sky.