My Master Is a God

After hearing what Li Sanqing said, Yang Yiyun smiled and expressed his understanding. ?

In fact, he could see from a distance that this pine forest coincided with the formation. In his eyes, it was now the foundation of the formation, and he could enter and exit freely even with his eyes closed.

But there's no need to show off in front of Li Sanqing. He means well, so just follow him.

After walking around for half an hour, I finally walked out of the pine forest. In my sight, there were attic temples, all ancient buildings, and the two characters Wudang mentioned above on the tall mountain gates.

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

"Let's go~" Yang Yiyun nodded.

The two of them stepped onto the gate of Wudang Mountain one after the other.

The entire Wudang is built on a hundred-foot-high mountain, extending from north to south. There are ancient buildings in each section. According to Li Sanqing's proud statement, these buildings were built in the Ming Dynasty and were built for the second time in the Qing Dynasty. , forming its current scale.

It has historical heritage and covers an area that is shocking at first glance. It shows the imposing manner of an ancient sect everywhere.

Thinking about it in Yang Yiyun's mind, Wudang is like this, but what about other ancient sects?

I'm afraid one family is stronger than the other, right?

After stepping into the mountain gate, we climbed 900 steps and arrived at Wudang's martial arts arena. A square covering an area of ​​more than 500 square meters appeared.

A group of Taoist priests of different ages wearing Taoist robes came forward.

Yang Yiyun saw that there were no less than ten people. What was interesting was that they were obviously divided into two groups.

Baishan was standing there, and next to him was a Taoist priest with a white childish face, his face was full of red light, and his aura was powerful. Yang Yiyun's spiritual consciousness swept away and found that this old Taoist was actually a master of the sixth level of innateness.

The person on the other side is also an experienced Taoist with a long goatee, but it is just the opposite of the former. His head and beard are very black, and his cultivation is stronger than the former. He should be at the peak level of the sixth level of innateness.

These two people should be the current Wudang masters and leaders.

It seems that there is no difference between what Baishan said, but Wudang is indeed in internal strife.

There are two distinct factions.

In addition, according to Yang Yiyun's spiritual consciousness, there are more than 20 ancient warriors who have entered the innate world among these ten people.

This is a very scary number.

A total of twenty-eight innates.

The Baishan side obviously occupies less Xiantian, with a total of thirteen people. Of course, most of them are at the first and second level of Xiantian, two people at the fourth level, one person at the fifth level, and one person at the sixth level.

On the other side, Old Blackbeard has fifteen people, two more than Baishan, but they have more masters. In addition to Blackbeard, who is at the peak of the sixth level, there are three people who are at the fifth level, and four people who are at the fourth level. Five people, the rest are innate first and second level.

In the world of ancient warriors, the fists of the strong decide everything.

The masters of Blackbeard's old masters can simply squeeze hundreds of mountains.

No wonder Wudang was going to have internal strife. Baishan felt like he saw a savior after seeing him.

It's a miracle that Blackbeard's side hasn't rebelled yet.

In the final analysis, the internal strife in Wudang is actually about selecting their respective successors.

It is obvious that whoever has the bigger fist is justified.

In an instant, Lieutenant Spiritual Sense looked away at all the twenty-eight innates. As for the others, they were all members of the Anjin Five, but they should not be underestimated. Each of them was at least the seventh or eighth level of Anjin, and most of them were at the peak of the ninth level. , can step into the innate level at any time.

According to Baishan, their lineage is the orthodox direct lineage of Wudang, the direct lineage of the first generation head master, and the other side is the branch. They insist on pursuing pure martial arts and do not refine alchemy. Therefore, Wudang has been in retreat for ten years after the contemporary headmaster There are no dragons.

Now when it comes to electing a new headmaster, powerful side factions are clamoring to elect their person.

Baishan naturally disagrees. Direct lineage is the root cause. This is their point of view.

The other side believes that power is the only thing that matters. The previous method will no longer work. Alchemy is useless. Pure martial arts can break through faster. Haven't they seen the results after so many years? How many innate masters of level three or above have appeared on their side?

The battle between the two houses is more like politics.

Yang Yiyun looked at the innate masters on Blackbeard's side and felt that he had fallen into a big pit. He cursed Baishan countless times in his heart.

Damn it, one person is at the peak of the sixth level, three people are at the fifth level, five people are at the fourth level, not to mention the others, just one person at the peak of the sixth level is enough for him to drink a pot.

Yang Yiyun knew that he was not sure about the sixth level of innateness, because he was only at the first level of the foundation building stage, which was theoretically equivalent to the first level of innateness, but his real strength could exert the power of the fifth level of innateness, plus spells and so on. They can also compete with the sixth floor, but that's it. The total number of people's talents adds up to fifteen people. Yang Yiyun knows what kind of power this is.

It's definitely a big hole.

Just when Yang Yiyun followed Li Sanqing and approached everyone, Baishan and the white-haired old man beside him came up to them from afar and said loudly: "Wudang disciples welcome the master~"

"Welcome Master~"

With Baishan taking the lead, all the Wudang disciples behind him stood up to pay their respects, and they knelt down respectfully.

Even the old Taoist Bai Tongyan is no exception.

On the other hand, the old man with black beard remained indifferent and stood motionless without moving a step along with the people behind him.

Yang Yiyun complained in his heart. It seemed that the conflict between the two houses had reached a critical point. Maybe his arrival today would be a trigger.

I greeted Baishan a thousand times in my heart. What a fool, you are pushing this friend into the fire pit. If I had known there were so many masters in Wudang, I wouldn’t care about such troublesome things no matter what I say. What do you care about your internal strife? Well, Sikong Yuan’s inheritance was obtained by accident. I didn’t regard Sikong Yuan as my master.

It’s you Wudang who regard Sikong Yuan as the founder.

He was cursing in his heart, but Yang Yiyun couldn't say anything in front of so many people, and he had to show his grace. He was now the sect leader of Yunmen. From now on, when he came out of the Yunmen Medicine Exhibition, he would still have to show off his grace in front of these ancient sects. It's a shame, don't be rude.

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

Faced with such a situation that was obviously a "super fire pit", Yang Yiyun thought it was better to keep a low profile. He knew that if he admitted that he was the Wudang Master, it would only increase the resentment of the old man with black beard.

After Bai Shan and Bai Tongyan stood up, they quickly introduced to Yang Yiyun: "Master, don't say that, after all, you are still the direct disciple of Master Sikong Yuan, and the younger brother of our first generation Wudang master, that's us. The master of the entire Wudang community."

Baishan spoke very loudly, and glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was listening to the black-bearded master.

After he finished speaking, he introduced Bai Tongyan's master to Yang Yiyun and said, "Master, this is my uncle Ming Jue~"

"I've met Taoist Master Ming Jue~" Yang Yiyun saluted to Taoist Bai.

"Master, it's serious, I can't do anything~" Ming Jue stopped repeatedly, with a panic look on his face.

Yang Yiyun finally saw that Ming Jue and Bai Shan were not stupid people. They were determined to drag him into trouble and interfere with their Wudang family affairs.

Ming Jue's eyes sparkled, and he was obviously a very shrewd old immortal. He was even more respectful than Bai Shan.

But Yang Yiyun didn't want to get involved in this matter, and couldn't help but whisper to Baishan and Ming Jue: "You two, I can't get involved in your Wudang affairs. Since you are here today, I am just a guest, so don't drag me into trouble." No?"

Baishan looked stunned and blushed a little.

The corner of Ming Jue's mouth twitched, but then he said in a low voice: "Master, it is a fact that you have been inherited by Master Sikong Yuan. He is the junior brother of our first-generation Wudang master, and our master of Wudang. Let's talk about it. Now, do you think you can still jump out?

Even if we are willing, my junior brother is not willing. Oh, by the way, that black beard is my junior brother Qian Jue. He is a very deep man in the city. Now I am afraid that he will bear a grudge against you, Master, so Master Ah, just be at peace with yourself.

You can rest assured about your safety. You are the disciple of Patriarch Sikong Yuan. Qian Jue will not dare to touch you. If he dares to touch you, he will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor. When the time comes, Forbidden Land Su Lao will take action, so he still invites the teacher Zu will be the Wudang Master for a while today. "

Ming Jue's eyes flashed when he spoke, and his face looked honest and tepid.

But hearing this in Yang Yiyun's ears almost made his lungs tremble.

"You still say that other people's cities are very deep. Are you really scheming?" Yang Yiyun cursed in his heart.

But thinking that Ming Jue was telling the truth, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

However, at this moment, a cold snort came: "Master Wudang? What kind of master are you? Mingjue, are you confused?"

Yang Yiyun's heart skipped a beat and thought to himself: "What is supposed to come will finally come." This voice was the voice of the black-bearded veteran Qian Jue, with a bad tone.