But his move angered the group of people.
A total of more than forty Hung Gar disciples rushed towards him together.
Taoist Priest Long Yun raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "He's trying to stop a chariot with his arms. He deserves a beating."
He finally took the initiative and rushed towards the crowd.
But he didn't do anything, just created a strong wind.
His Taoist robe rustled and swelled up again.
That is the protective energy.
He rushed forward, dashing back and forth through the crowd twice.
Anyone who came close was bounced back.
In less than a minute, more than forty Hung Gar disciples fell out.
Fortunately, no one was injured.
They struggled to get up and became a little more sober. Finally, they began to take Taoist Long Yun's martial arts seriously.
This is not something they can deal with.
There was deep fear on everyone's face, and no one dared to move forward.
Mo Jun has recovered now.
He became much more respectful and asked, "Senior, why do you have to argue with us juniors?"
"You should have had this attitude a long time ago."
Taoist Priest Long Yun said, "Now, you can notify your master to come over."
Mo Jun asked respectfully, "May I ask your name, Senior, so I can report it to Master."
"Oh, just tell your master that the Wudang Sect Leader, Long Yun, is here to pay you a visit."
Mo Jun's face changed, as if he remembered something. He froze for a moment, looking at Taoist Long Yun with some fear. He swallowed hard, and after a while he asked weakly, "Are you from the mainland? Senior Taoist Long Yun, the head of the Wudang Sect?"
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