It was a fight with almost no suspense.

With the addition of Hebi Weng, a few moments later, the remaining dozens of disciples of Huashan Sect were also slaughtered.

When the fight was over, Hebi Weng once again pushed the leader of Huashan and the dozen or so people who were rescued back into the cage.

From surviving a disaster to being escorted back to the cage again, the leader of Huashan was already in despair.

Hebi Weng said to the leader of Huashan with a sinister look on his face: From now on, your Huashan is considered dead.

…

The ugly human nature is also fully displayed at this moment.

The people from the other five factions were quite happy to see this scene.

After all, there are people who can live and die with everyone.

The vast majority of people will choose the latter without hesitation.

Song Qingshu from Wudang has an even more despicable face.

You deserve it. If you hadn’t saved me just now, it would still be the same now. We would all die together.

Song Yuanqiao on the side quickly scolded: "Speak less, it's already so late."

Among the six sects, the disciples of Emei had already been frightened and were crying. They were women to begin with, and even if they had some cultivation, they were still women.

Ding Minjun also wiped her tears and said: Master, what should we do now?

During the siege of Guangmingding, almost all of us from Emei came out, leaving only a dozen sisters to guard the house. If no one came to rescue us, we would have been dead.

Mistress Miejue has long lost her former prestige, and all she can do now is remain silent.

Another female disciple of Emei Sect suddenly said: Sister Zhiruo, maybe Sister Zhiruo will come to save us.

Doesn't she have an affair with that man named Zhang Xiaoyi? Zhang Xiaoyi's cultivation is so high. If Sister Zhiruo is willing to persuade him and serve him wholeheartedly, maybe we can be saved.

Shut up.

Nun Miejue quickly rebuked the disciple.

Crying was still within her tolerance range, but pillow talk was completely beyond her tolerance range.

Using your body to exchange for a man's pity and charity, it's okay to think about it in your heart, but how can you say it so blatantly?

Song Qingshu heard clearly what the Emei disciple said just now.

He remembered Zhou Zhiruo's fairy-like appearance, her figure that made people imagine a lot, and the body fragrance he could smell when he got close to her.

It’s a pity that I never got her, even just once.

…

Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji saw everything that happened here just now from a distance. Dozens of lives were lost under the butcher knives of the Yuan soldiers.

A bloody smell spread out.

Zhou Zhiruo's soft body suddenly trembled. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji quickly hugged her in his arms.

Zhiruo, was the scene just now too bloody and scared you?

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head: I'm not that fragile, I just suddenly felt like someone was saying bad things about me.

As she spoke, she raised her head and said to Zhang Wuji with a playful look: Are you saying bad things about me in your heart?

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji hugged her tighter: Zhiruo, how could I say anything bad about you? I love you so much, Zhang Wuji said as he used his hands to caress Zhou Zhiruo's back wantonly.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo quickly pushed him away: Why are your hands so restless? It would be fine if you just hugged me, but why did you touch me?

Zhang Wuji smiled awkwardly when he heard this: What are you afraid of? No one will see us. The smell of blood was too strong just now. Let’s be a little intimate. Let me smell your fragrance.

Zhou Zhiruo was so angry that she could hardly speak.

But at this moment, the eyes of both of them suddenly became extremely sharp.

Zhou Zhiruo drew the dagger from her waist, pointed to a dark corner and said: Whoever is peeping there, get out here.

An old man in the corner walked out helplessly.

Don't be afraid, my two friends, I just want to talk to you.

He wears white clothes and has white hair, and has an air of a Taoist immortal.

It was Zhang Sanfeng, the headmaster of Wudang, but at this moment there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.

When they saw his face clearly, Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo were cheered up.

Master!

Zhang Wuji quickly clasped his fists and saluted.

The white-haired old man was stunned when he heard this: Do you know me?

Before Zhang Wuji could reply, the finger pointing at him said: Old man Zhang, I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes.

Back then, I knelt on the ground and begged you to keep me in Wudang Mountain, but you insisted on sending me to Emei.

You caused me to be bullied there for many years, and I wish I could grind you into ashes.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji glared at Zhou Zhiruo and said: Give me some face.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at his serious expression and could only angrily put the dagger in her hand back into the sheath.

Although Zhang Sanfeng had not recognized Zhang Wuji yet, he had already recognized Zhou Zhiruo, or rather, he remembered Zhou Zhiruo.

Everything that happened ten years ago is still vivid in my mind.

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said: So you are Miss Zhou. After not seeing you for so many years, you are becoming more and more beautiful.

only……

Zhang Sanfeng turned his gaze towards Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji quickly explained: Master, we haven’t seen each other for more than ten years. I am Wuji.

Zhang Sanfeng was shocked when he heard this: Wuji, I didn’t expect it to be you. I had heard of you on the way to Dadu.

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