Chapter 71

Following Zhao Min's instructions, the four people disregarded any martial arts rules and slowly approached to surround Zhang Wujie. Ignoring the accusations and curses from the surrounding followers of the Ming Cult, they suddenly used their skills to launch a rapid attack.

Zhang Wujie had learned the skill of Qiankun Datan, which made him unafraid of being surrounded. Seeing the situation, he was not panicked but carefully moved to counter the four forces attacking him, soon gaining the upper hand.

Zhao Min, who was not highly skilled in martial arts and could not see much, had no shortage of experts around her. After listening to a subordinate's quiet explanation, she loudly said to Zhang Wujie, who was becoming more adept in the field, "Master Zhang, have you forgotten that this is Wudang? Since that young man said this is Wudang's family matter, please do not use any skills outside of Wudang."

Zhang Wujie, who still had a somewhat naive mind, was pressured by Zhao Min's words and thus put away his other skills. Relying on his deep internal strength, he barely managed with the basic Wudang skills he learned as a child, quickly becoming flustered.

Jing Tian, seeing Zhang Wujie fall into a trap with just a few words, couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, then said, "Stupid boy, use the skill you just learned!"

The Ming Cult followers, seeing Jing Tian address their master in such a way, couldn't help but feel indignant. However, seeing their master's disadvantage, they were worried and didn't argue with Jing Tian. They all remembered the insult and continued to focus on Zhang Wujie.

When Zhang Wujie heard Jing Tian's words, he was stunned for a moment, then remembered the Tai Chi he had just learned. However, in that moment of hesitation, he was hit by the four surrounding experts. Thanks to the advanced Nine Yang Divine Skill's automatic protection, he was not injured, and the slight internal energy imbalance was quickly healed by a cycle of internal energy. Taking advantage of the momentum from the four attacks, he took a few steps back to break out of the encirclement, took a deep breath, slightly squatted down, and slowly raised his hands to form the Tai Chi stance.

The four surrounding experts didn't think much of it. Being experienced martial artists, they had seen Wudang skills before and didn't take Jing Tian's words seriously, continuing their attacks. Zhang Wujie, in turn, moved left and right, using the still unfamiliar Tai Chi to counter them.

Seeing Zhang Wujie's increasingly disadvantageous situation as he mechanically used the newly learned routine, Jing Tian said again, "Let him be strong, let the wind blow over the mountain. Let him be fierce, let the moon shine on the river..."

Listening to Jing Tian's guidance, Zhang Wujie, who had high insight, quickly understood. He no longer stuck to the form and began to use softness to counter hardness, borrowing force to strike back. In an instant, he gained the upper hand, as his deep internal strength meant that any hit from him would cause internal injuries.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." Under Zhang Wujie's attacks, which involved collisions and pushes using his entire body, the four surrounding experts were successively thrown away.

Amid the loud cheers of the Ming Cult followers and the gloomy or surprised expressions of Zhao Min's side, Zhang Wujie slowly retracted his stance and looked at Zhao Min with confidence.

Seeing her subordinates defeated in an instant, Zhao Min, with a somewhat ugly expression, said to Jing Tian, "This young man is not from Wudang, right? You said this was Wudang's family matter, so how can you act so inconsistently?"

Jing Tian, seeing Zhao Min's growing anger, slightly raised his left eyebrow. Noticing Zhao Min's eye twitching due to his small gesture, he felt very pleased and said, "How am I being inconsistent? The skill Wujie used was a new creation of Wudang. Don't believe me? Ask them."

"Indeed, it is a new skill I created in seclusion under the guidance of my senior, named Tai Chi," Zhang Sanfeng, hearing Jing Tian's words and seeing Zhao Min's gaze, nodded and proudly admitted.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's acknowledgment, Zhao Min did not argue, as Zhang Sanfeng was a renowned martial arts master and would not lie. However, she still felt somewhat不服气 (unconvinced). She then said, "But Master Zhang clearly understood and integrated the skill only after your guidance, otherwise he would have been defeated long ago."

Jing Tian, hearing this, propped his left hand on the armrest of the chair, supporting his face, and said with a smile, "Which eye did you see me guiding him?"

Seeing Jing Tian's frivolous actions, Zhao Min, growing increasingly angry, said, "Everyone heard it. You recited, 'Let him be strong, let the wind blow over the mountain. Let him be fierce, let the moon shine on the river.' How can you deny it?"

"Oh~~~ You really are meddlesome. Where did I guide him? I was just reciting poetry. What? You don't allow people to recite poetry?"

"You... That was clearly a martial arts mantra!"

"Strange? If it was a martial arts mantra, wouldn't I be afraid you would learn it? Therefore, what I recited was clearly poetry~"

"You! You! Humph! Sharp-tongued... In any case, you are not allowed to speak!" Zhao Min, unable to refute, was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

"Ha ha~, What's wrong with me speaking? I will say what I want to say. What can you do about it?" Jing Tian continued to tease Zhao Min, feeling extremely comfortable seeing her constipated expression.

Seeing Jing Tian's antics, the people in the hall couldn't help but look at him strangely, as these ancient people had never seen anyone so shamelessly frivolous. Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but reassess this great senior...

Seeing her subordinates being humiliated, Zhao Min's subordinates all shouted and cursed as they approached, and the Ming Cult followers also prepared to start a group fight. For a moment, the hall was filled with noise and excitement.

"Shut up!" Zhao Min's loud shout calmed both sides.

Looking at Jing Tian, who was sitting leisurely at the head of the table, teasing her, Zhao Min felt a bit helpless. Encountering such a rascal, all her usual tactics were ineffective. If a group fight broke out, she might not be able to protect herself, as both the Ming Cult and Wudang had experts who could capture the leader and ruin all her preparations. Therefore, she had to stop everyone and try to pressure Zhang Wujie, bringing the situation back to her script.

Seeing the calmed crowd, Zhao Min's eyes twitched slightly, and she took a deep breath, saying slowly, "Please, young man, do not speak anymore. After all, in a competition, even if it does not affect Master Zhang, it will affect the performance of my subordinates. Master Zhang wouldn't want to win unfairly, right..." She smiled and pressured Zhang Wujie.

Jing Tian, hearing this, sighed inwardly, thinking, "What a smart girl. Even if she can't argue with me, she can still target our weaknesses, specifically Zhang Wujie's character flaws. It's hard for me to say anything more." Seeing Zhang Wujie's conflicted expression after hearing Zhao Min's words, Jing Tian rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Seeing her goal achieved, Zhao Min then sent out Eight-Armed Sword, Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San to challenge Zhang Wujie one by one. However, they were all defeated by Zhang Wujie. Seeing that her experts could not handle Zhang Wujie, Zhao Min began to feel anxious.

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