On the other side.
Wang Yang led Zhao Min and the others on a sightseeing trip.
On this day, Wang Yang and his group arrived in Fanchuan.
This place is already located in the Zhongnan Mountains.
The route is surrounded by rolling hills, pine and cypress trees, and paddy fields and vegetable gardens, resembling the scenery of southern China.
"This place does resemble Peach Blossom Island somewhat!"
Looking at the scenery along the way, Yang Guo couldn't help but sigh.
Wang Yang smiled calmly and said:
"Brother Yang, this place shouldn't be unfamiliar to you, right?"
Yang Guo neither confirmed nor denied what Wang Yang said, but nodded slightly and said:
"It's not unfamiliar. Uncle Guo brought me here before, originally intending for me to go to the Quanzhen Sect to learn martial arts properly."
"Who would have thought that Xiangyang was in dire need of help? I didn't stay at the Quanzhen Sect for more than a few days before leaving for Xiangyang."
Wang Yang nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Zhou Botong and asked with a smile:
"Old rascal, this is your home turf now!"
"Won't you invite us to visit Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain?"
After hearing Wang Yang's words, Zhou Botong sighed with emotion and couldn't help but say:
"If I think about it, it's been many years since I last went back to the Quanzhen Sect!"
"Since Brother Wang has spoken, we should take everyone to the Quanzhen Sect to rest for a few days."
Having said that, Zhou Botong didn't linger and took the lead, walking into Zhongnan Mountain.
It should be noted that the Quanzhen Sect was founded by Wang Chongyang, Zhou Botong's senior brother.
After Wang Chongyang's death, Ma Yu succeeded him as the second leader of the Quanzhen Sect.
In terms of seniority, Zhou Botong was the senior uncle of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.
Seeing this, Wang Yang and the others did not delay and followed Zhou Botong's steps.
Before long, the group, led by Zhou Botong, arrived at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.
"Brother Wang, come with me up the mountain!"
Zhou Botong said excitedly.
Just as he was about to get up, two figures suddenly darted out from inside the mountain gate.
Both men appeared to be young, dressed in grey Taoist robes.
Who goes there?
As soon as they appeared, a young Taoist priest coldly questioned them, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Botong, Wang Yang, and the others, his eyes full of vigilance.
Seeing this, Zhou Botong smiled calmly and said:
"Judging from your appearance, you must be disciples of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen Sect, right?"
"If that's the case, then I should be your grandmaster uncle!"
As he said this, Zhou Botong looked thoughtful.
"Um?"
Little did they know, upon hearing this, the two Taoist priests' expressions changed drastically, and one of them even shouted angrily:
"Where did this old geezer come from, daring to presume to claim seniority outside the gates of my Quanzhen Sect?"
Before Zhou Botong could respond, the man raised his sword and thrust it straight at him.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Botong was taken aback when he saw this.
After Wang Chongyang passed away, he was the most senior member of the entire Quanzhen Sect, yet this junior Taoist didn't even recognize him.
Before Zhou Botong could think any further,
The longsword on the path had already thrust towards Zhou Botong.
Seeing this, Zhou Botong's face darkened, and he coldly snorted:
"snort!"
"You blind fool!"
As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, and a powerful force swept away from his hand.
With a clang, the longsword that was thrust at Zhou Botong broke in two.
"ah?"
Upon seeing this, the Taoist priest was greatly alarmed.
At the same time, another small path immediately drew their swords to provide support.
His move was none other than the Tong Gui Sword Technique of the Quanzhen Sect.
This sword technique embodies the idea of mutual destruction.
If the enemy is powerful and one's life is in danger, and there is no other choice but to use this sword technique to fight to the death.
Every move is a fierce attack on the enemy's vitals, every move is ruthless and vicious, a fighting style that is purely risking one's life.
"Um?"
As a senior member of the Quanzhen Sect, Zhou Botong immediately recognized that this disciple was using the Mutual Destruction Sword Technique, and said in an annoyed tone:
"They're already going all out before the fight has even started?"
"The younger generation of disciples in the Quanzhen Sect are really getting worse and worse!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Botong shook his arms.
"boom!"
In an instant, a violent aura suddenly erupted from his body.
The Quanzhen disciples who were attacking hadn't even had time to react before they were thrown back by the powerful shockwave.
At the same time, the other disciple was also sent flying backwards.
In a short while, the two Quanzhen disciples guarding the mountain gate collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless.
After falling to the ground, one of them glared fiercely at Zhou Botong:
"You old bastard! You...you have some nerve!"
"This is the mountain gate of the Quanzhen Sect. How dare you cause trouble here? Are you tired of living?"
Hearing his disciple's shout, Zhou Botong shook his head and sighed helplessly, saying:
"Are you out of your mind?"
“I made it very clear before that I am your grandmaster uncle, yet you still don’t believe me!”
As he said this, Zhou Botong put his hands on his hips, looking quite smug.
The two Quanzhen disciples were furious and didn't believe Zhou Botong at all.
At this moment, Wang Yang gave a bitter smile and said:
"You old rascal, it seems your identity isn't working out!"
"They can't even get into their own mountain gate."
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Zhou Botong looked embarrassed, quickly pursed his lips, and said:
“Brother Wang, I… I am of a very high seniority in the Quanzhen Sect, so it is perfectly normal that these juniors do not recognize me.”
"Let me summon Ma Yu and the others; they will then have no hindrance!"
After saying this, Zhou Botong didn't wait for Wang Yang's response. He gathered his energy and shouted loudly towards Zhongnan Mountain:
"Ma Danyang! Come here at once!!"
The sound was like a thunderclap, piercing straight through.
After a series of shouts, Zhou Botong returned to Wang Yang and the others, and said with a smile:
Just you wait!
"It won't be long before the Seven Masters of Quanzhen come down the mountain to welcome us!"
Wang Yang didn't seem to care, and just smiled calmly.
Not far away, the two Quanzhen disciples who had collapsed to the ground changed their expressions immediately upon hearing what Zhou Botong said.
The two looked at each other for a while, their hearts filled with doubt.
Thinking about this seemingly unserious old man in front of them, could he really be their grandmaster?
Upon thinking of this, the two became tense and uneasy, and cold sweat seeped from their foreheads.
Next, everyone waited outside the mountain gate.
Before we knew it, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed.
Seeing that there was no movement inside the mountain gate, Zhao Min and the others couldn't help but become impatient.
"Old rascal, are you even capable?"
"If all else fails, we can just go up the mountain."
"Exactly! We've been waiting for ages."
"As expected, that old rascal is unreliable!"
"..."
Hearing what everyone was saying, Zhou Botong felt his cheeks burning and quickly said:
"Please be patient, everyone!"
While he said this, he began to complain in his heart.
Thinking that given Ma Yu and the others' pace, it wouldn't take them long to come down from the mountain.
Just as Zhou Botong was lost in thought, a commotion suddenly came from inside the gates of the Quanzhen Sect.
Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see figures flying by at great speed.
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