My master is a god

This is a very scary number.

Twenty-eight congenitals.

The Baishan side obviously occupies a small number of congenitals. There are 13 people in total. Of course, most of them are in the first and second congenital stages, with two people on the fourth floor, one person on the fifth floor, and one person on the sixth floor.

On the other hand, there are fifteen people born in the black beard and old way, two more than the Baishan side, but there are more masters. In addition to the six peaks of the old black beard, there are three people on the fifth floor and three on the fourth floor. Five people, the rest are first and second innate.

In the world of ancient warriors, the fist of the strong determines everything.

The master of the black beard veteran can squeeze the Baishan side.

No wonder Wudang is in conflict, Baishan sees himself as a savior.

It is a miracle that the blackbeard party has not rebelled.

After all, Wudang's infighting is actually a matter of selecting their respective heirs.

Obviously, whoever has a big fist makes sense.

In an instant, the twenty-eight congenitals in the Spiritual Consciousness looked at one side. As for the others are the five people of Anjin, but they should not be underestimated. Each of them is at least the seventh or eighth level of Anjin, and most of them are the peak of the ninth level of Anjin. , Can step into the innate level at any time.

According to Baishan, they belonged to the orthodox direct line of Wudang, the first generation of real master direct lineage, and the other was a branch, and they insisted on pure martial arts without alchemy. Therefore, after the modern school retreat, Wudang has been ten years old. Qunlong no.

Now when the new head teacher is being elected, the powerful sideline has exploded, and they have to be elected.

Baishan's side naturally disagrees, the direct line is the root cause, this is their point of view.

The other side believes that power is the ability. The previous method will not work anymore. Alchemy is useless. Pure martial arts have a faster breakthrough. Haven't you seen the results of so many years?How many congenital masters above the third level have their side played?

The fight between the two houses is more like a politics.

Yang Yiyun looked at the innate master of the black beard and felt that he had been picked into a big pit, cursing Baishan countless times in his heart.

In Gouri, one person on the sixth-floor congenital peak, three people on the fifth-fifth congenital floor, and five people on the fourth-fifth congenital floor. Not to mention the others, a single pinnacle on the sixth congenital floor is enough for him to drink a pot.

Yang Yiyun knows that he is not sure about the sixth level of the innate, because he is the first level of the foundation stage, theoretically equivalent to the first level of the innate, but the real strength can wield the power of the fifth innate, plus spells, etc. It can also compete with the sixth floor, but that's it. People's congenitals add up to 15 people. What kind of power this is, Yang Yiyun knows very well.

It's definitely a big hole.

Just as Yang Yiyun followed Li Sanqing and approached the crowd, Baishan and the elder Bai Tongyan beside him greeted everyone from afar and said loudly: "Wudang disciples welcome Master~"

"Welcome to Master~"

With Baishan taking the lead, all the Wudang disciples behind him stood up and paid respect, and they bowed down in a respectful salute.

Even Bai Tongyan's old ways are no exception.

On the other side, the black-bearded veteran was indifferent, and stood still without moving a step with the people behind him.

Yang Yiyun complained in his heart. It seemed that the contradiction between the two rooms had reached a critical point. Perhaps his arrival today was a fuse.

I greet Baishan ten thousand times in my heart. You of the dog day are forcibly pushing your buddies into the fire pit. I knew that there are so many masters in Wudang. I don’t care about these bad things. It's a matter of fact that Si Kongyuan's inheritance was obtained by accident, so I didn't regard Si Kongyuan as a master.

It is your Wudang who regards Sikongyuan as the ancestor.

Cursing in his heart is cursing, but Yang Yiyun can't say anything in front of so many people. He has to show his demeanor. He is now the master of the Cloud Gate. From now on, the Cloud Gate Medicine Exhibition will have to come out in front of these ancient sects. Facial, can't be rough.

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

Faced with such a situation that is obviously a'level fire pit', Yang Yiyun thinks about it and keeps a low profile. He understands that if he admits that he is Wudang Master, it will only increase the resentment of the black beard old man.

After Baishan and Bai Tongyan got up, they quickly introduced to Yang Yiyun: "Master, don’t say that. You are still a direct disciple of Master Sigong Yuanzu, and even the first generation of our Wudang master teacher. The master of the whole Wudang."

Baishan spoke very loudly, and he glanced back intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was listening to the veteran Blackbeard.

After the lecture, he introduced Bai Tongyan’s old ways to Yang Yiyun and said: "Master, this is my teacher, Mingjue~"

"I have seen Ming Jue Dao Master~" Yang Yiyun saluted the old Dao Bai.

"Master is serious, so I can't use it~" Ming Jue gave up again and again, his face panicked.

Yang Yiyun can see that Ming Jue and Baishan are not stupid people. They are determined to pull themselves into the water and mix up their Wudang family affairs.

Ming Jue's eyes were shining, it was obvious that he was a very shrewd old immortal, and he was more respectful than Baishan.

But Yang Yiyun didn't want to mix up this matter, and couldn't help but whispered to Baishan and Ming Jue: "I can't mix the two of you in Wudang. Since you are here today, I am a guest. Don't pull me into the water. Do not?"

Baishan was surprised and blushed.

The corner of Ming Jue Dao’s mouth twitched, but then he also whispered: "Master, you have received the inheritance of Master Sikong Yuan. It is a fact that we are the first generation of Wudang masters and the masters of Wudang. Now, do you think you can still jump out?

Even if we are willing, my younger brother is not willing, oh yes, that black beard is that I am the younger brother'Qianjue'. His human city is very deep. Now I am afraid that I have already hated you, Master, so Ah, from Zeanzhi.

You can rest assured in terms of safety. You are the inherited disciple of Master Sikong Yuan. Qianjue would not dare to move you. If he dare to move you, he will deceive the master and destroy the ancestor. When the time comes, the forbidden land elder will take action, so he will also ask the teacher. The ancestor will be Wudang master for a while today."

Ming Jue Dao's eyes flickered when he spoke, and his face was honest and tepid.

But in Yang Yiyun's ears, he almost cheated his lungs.

"The old undead also said that other people's castles are extremely deep. Are you so scheming?" Yang Yiyun cursed in his heart.

But thinking about what Ming Jue was telling the truth, he suppressed his teeth.

However, at this moment, a cold snort came: "Master Wudang? Which master is it? Ming Jue, are you always confused?"

Yang Yiyun whispered in his heart: "The one that should come is here after all." This voice was the voice of the old black beard, with a bad tone.