Except for the crippled Yu Daiyan, the other six of the Seven Heroes of Wudang knelt down and pleaded repeatedly:
"Your disciple knows his mistake and begs for forgiveness, Master!"
"Master, please calm your anger! This disciple deserves to die!"
"Disciple knows his mistake, please calm down, Master!"
Song Yuanqiao was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face, and repeatedly kowtowed.
Zhang Sanfeng was not only their mentor, but also the founder of the Wudang School and the pillar of the entire Wudang School. If he were to drive away his master because of him, how could Song Yuanqiao face his fellow martial artists?
Seeing this, Xiao Ning spoke up and advised, "Please calm down, fellow Daoist. If it is because of me that you and your master have a falling out, then I would be guilty of a terrible crime!"
Whether Lao Zhang was genuinely angry or just putting on an act, Xiao Ning had to give him a way out. Otherwise, if things really turned sour between them, it would be difficult to handle the situation later.
Upon hearing Xiao Ning's words, the anxious Wudang Six Heroes cast grateful glances at him, developing a slight liking for him.
"snort!"
Hearing Xiao Ning's advice, Zhang Sanfeng stopped, his anger still lingering. He snorted coldly and said, "You bunch of brats are truly ignorant of your own limitations. Do you think you're something special just because you've made a little name for yourself in the martial arts world? Do you think you're the most important person in the world? You're utterly foolish!"
"Why has this old Taoist priest been able to command respect in the martial arts world for decades without anyone daring to question him? Is it because of his seniority? Is it because of his advanced age?"
Zhang Sanfeng's tone was aggressive and relentless: "None of them are true!"
"It's because the old Taoist is highly skilled and his fists are hard!"
"Those who were not convinced were all terrified by the old Taoist priest!"
"That's why the old Taoist is known in the martial arts world as the number one master in the world!"
"Don't let his young age fool you, my young friend has already reached the level of a martial arts legend, and he is no less skilled than this old Daoist."
Zhang Sanfeng's voice echoed in the Zhenwu Hall, but his words caused the six heroes of Wudang to change their expressions drastically, looking as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes filled with disbelief as they stared at Xiao Ning.
"Brother Dao, you flatter me. My martial arts skills are far inferior to yours!"
Xiao Ning smiled slightly, extremely humble.
"Hiss!" ×6
The six heroes of Wudang gasped in shock.
Despite his advanced age, Zhang Sanfeng was not senile; on the contrary, he was very shrewd. Naturally, his disciples, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, believed what he said.
Moreover, Xiao Ning's words also indirectly confirmed that what Zhang Sanfeng said was true.
But how is that possible?
Looking at Xiao Ning, who still looks like a young boy with a downy hair and a musty smell, even if he started practicing martial arts in the womb, how profound could his cultivation be?
Moreover, it's a legend in the martial arts world!
What does this mean?
In the entire martial arts world, there are at least 80,000 to 100,000 formal martial artists who have cultivated internal energy, but only Master Zhang Zhenren has reached the level of a martial arts legend.
The title of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, was not given lightly.
Their eldest brother, Song Yuanqiao, has been taught martial arts by his master since childhood. He has been practicing martial arts for more than forty years, but he is still only at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm and has not even touched the edge of the Innate Realm.
It wasn't just Song Yuanqiao; there were many others in the martial arts world with the same cultivation level as him, stuck at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm and unable to advance any further.
This shows how difficult it is for someone in the Acquired Realm to break through to the Innate Realm!
As the leader of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao knew very well that Xiao Ning was a Taoist priest who worked in the mountains. He had been brought up the mountain by his junior brother Yu since he was a child and had never been exposed to martial arts. To say that he had the martial arts skills of a martial arts legend would be a laughing stock!
Perhaps seeing the lingering doubt in everyone's eyes, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xiao Ning and said softly, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you show off a few skills to your nephews and broaden their horizons?"
"There's no need for that!" Xiao Ning shook her head and refused.
Do you think I, Xiao, learned martial arts just to perform acrobatics for you? Believe it or not, it's up to you!
Upon hearing Xiao Ning's words, Mo Shenggu, the youngest of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, spoke up: "What, you don't dare? Or are you a fake?"
"Seventh Brother!" ×5
Upon hearing Mo Shenggu's words, Song Yuanqiao and the other four knew they were in trouble. Although they had some doubts, they asked directly, which can be described as completely tearing off the mask of politeness.
"Huh? What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ning's expression turned cold, and his aura gradually rose, pressing down on the Seven Heroes of Wudang like dark clouds.
I, Xiao Ning, am easy to talk to, but that doesn't mean I don't have a temper!
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Chapter 10 Paying Respects to My Martial Uncle
Depressing! Stifling!
It felt like a heavy burden was pressing down on me, my heart was heavy, and I couldn't breathe!
Darkness enveloped everything, and I could hear nothing more. Like a drowning person, I felt no sensation in my body.
They didn't know how much time had passed, but just when the six heroes of Wudang thought they were about to die, they heard a sigh.
"well!"
The sigh seemed to come from the depths of the soul, echoing for a long time without fading away.