Chapter 226 Huashan Disciple
Nun Miejue swung out three sword strikes with all her strength, forcing Zhou Zhiruo to retreat. Nun Miejue suddenly lowered her palm and slapped Zhou Zhiruo's chest like an extremely slippery and swift little fish.

The sudden palm strike was very unexpected, and it was about to hit Zhou Zhiruo's chest. Zhou Zhiruo sneered and met it with her left hand.

Nun Miejue was overjoyed and thought that Zhou Yan had strong internal strength, but you, a little girl, could your internal strength also be that strong?
The two palms collided with a loud bang, and Zhou Zhiruo took three steps back. However, Master Miejue spat out a mouthful of blood!

"what!"

All the heroes present were shocked.

Zhou Zhiruo's internal energy is so strong that she could make Nun Miejue vomit blood with just one palm strike?

Zhou Zhiruo was a little surprised. She had expected that her internal strength should be similar to that of Miejue. How come... Yes, she had suffered internal injuries when she fought with Brother Xin before, and she probably hasn't recovered yet.

Nun Miejue vomited blood and her heart was completely broken. Today she was defeated by the little girl Zhou Zhiruo, and the century-old reputation of the Emei Sect had gone to waste.

Zhou Zhiruo only said, "Master Miejue, I'm grateful for your kindness."

Miejue looked up at Zhou Zhiruo, and suddenly she felt a sense of appreciation for her talent. She wiped the blood from her mouth and said, "Ms. Zhou, you and your brother are both from the same sect. In this martial arts world, it is inconvenient to be without a sect. Why don't you join my Emei? I will accept you as my disciple on behalf of my former master, Master Fengling. From now on, you will be my Miejue's junior sister, and I will pass on the Emei sect's tradition to you. Oh, and I will also pass on the Heavenly Sword to you. What do you think?"

This sentence immediately moved many people.

Heavenly Sword?
Is it actually in the hands of Emei Sect?
This condition is really not low.

Let’s not talk about the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and the like, just talk about the leader of the Emei Sect, that would be a great thing that would fall from the sky.

The Emei Sect is one of the six major martial arts sects, only inferior to Shaolin and Wudang. If one becomes the head of the Emei Sect, who in the world would not respect him?

Xin Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "You, Master Miejue, you really are coveting Zhou Zhiruo, aren't you?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "Master Miejue, thank you for your appreciation, but Brother Xin and I are not from any sect, we are disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect.

Although it is not well-known in the martial arts world, after today, the name of the Huashan Sword Sect will be known throughout the world.

When my brother Xin figures it out, we will open our sect and accept disciples. With our Huashan's superb swordsmanship, it will only take twenty years for the Huashan Sect to become one of the famous sects.

By then, there will not be six major sects, but seven major sects. If I follow Brother Xin to found a sect and become its founder, isn't that better than being the head of the Emei Sect? "

When Zhou Zhiruo said this, many people nodded.

With the martial arts skills of Zhou Yan and Zhou Zhiruo, it is more than enough for them to establish their own school. Especially Zhou Yan, he has obviously become one of the masters of the time. In terms of martial arts, the only one who can be compared with him is probably Zhang Sanfeng. How can he not establish his own school?

When Miejue heard Zhou Zhiruo say this, her face darkened. What Zhou Zhiruo said was indeed true.

Nun Miejue couldn't help but take a look at Xin Zhen, who was standing casually but had the air of a master, and the sword of the Heavenly Sword behind Xin Zhen, and she sighed inwardly.

If we could get Miss Zhou Zhiruo to join Emei, it would no longer be a dream for Emei to surpass Wudang and Shaolin in the future, and the Sword of the Heavenly Sword would naturally return to Emei. What a pity!

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's resolute refusal, Xin Zhen gave her an approving smile, and then said with a smile: "Master Miejue, does the Emei Sect have anything else to say?"

Miejue snorted and said, "Nothing to say." Xin Zhen smiled and nodded, looking at Kongtong Sect and said, "Does Kongtong Sect have anything to say?"

Tang Wenliang, one of the five elders of Kongtong, said, "There is nothing to say. Do you think that by defeating the leaders of various sects, the Ming Cult can escape the disaster today? We must also fight together and kill them to prevent future troubles."

Xin Zhen nodded and smiled, "Of course it's fine, but since you don't listen to my advice and only care about your own personal grudges, you insist on destroying the good situation of resisting the Yuan Dynasty and ignore the people of the world. In my opinion, you are selfish villains.

Since you are a villain, I will not be polite either. Whoever dares to massacre the members of the Ming Cult today will have a quarrel with me, Zhou Yan.

I may not be able to kill all of you today, but I will come to your mountain gates one by one in the future, and I will see who can withstand the long sword in my hand."

Xin Zhen spoke in a lukewarm tone with a smile on his face, but what he said made everyone from the six major sects feel a chill in their hearts. They all thought, if Xin Zhen really came to their sect in the future, and all the people in their sect rushed forward, would they be able to kill Zhou Yan instead of being killed by Zhou Yan?
Among the six major sects, only Wudang and Shaolin were confident, while the others such as Kunlun, Huashan, Kongtong and Emei were all scared.

Tang Wenliang also showed fear on his face, but he said fiercely: "Then today, the masters of the six major sects will surround you alone. I don't believe that we can't kill you!"

Xin Zhen laughed and said, "Yes, I don't believe it either. Why don't we give it a try and see how many of the Five Elders of Kongtong can survive."

Tang Wenliang suddenly became silent.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao said: "Everyone, please stop fighting. Now that things have come to this, it's time to have a good talk..."

Nun Miejue said coldly: "The Emei Sect has been defeated today. If you don't die, we will settle the score later. Let's see what happens to the Wudang Sect. The success or failure of this trip of the six major sects depends entirely on the decision of the Wudang Sect!"

With just one sentence, the Wudang Sect was put in danger. Song Yuanqiao looked helpless. Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu looked at each other, and no one could make up their mind.

Song Qingshu said, "Dad, four uncles, please let me go up."

The Five Wudang Heroes understood what he meant. He was a younger generation of Wudang, and if he took action, it would not affect the reputation of the Five Wudang Heroes.

Yu Lianzhou said, "No way! Even if we lose, we have to lose with dignity. What's the point of sending a junior like you?"

Zhang Songxi nodded and said, "That's right. The Seven Heroes of Wudang are not invincible generals. Can they not lose? Let me go."

Mo Shenggu said, "Fourth Senior Brother, you just fought with the White-browed Eagle King and suffered a lot of losses. Let me go."

Song Yuanqiao shook his head and said, "Let me go."

Yu Lianzhou said with a smile: "Big Brother, don't fight with me for this job. I'll do it."

Song Yuanqiao knew what Yu Lianzhou meant. He was the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang and the person in charge of Wudang, so he could not lose.

Just as Song Yuanqiao was about to speak, Yu Lianzhou walked out and said, "Young Master Zhou, my name is Yu Lianzhou. I would like to ask you for some advice."

Xin Zhen saw Yu Lianzhou inviting him to fight, and said with a smile, "Will Wudang let Yu the Second Xia fight?"

(End of this chapter)