"Junbao, come out and have a look. How''s my flag doing?" Yang Xuan pulled a big flag and knocked on Zhang Sanfeng''s door.


    "Jiga", Zhang Sanfeng came out and looked at the huge flag held by Yang Xuan.


    "Do you want to go?"


    "Of course, my Xiaoyao sect hasn''t appeared for a long time. Go brush some sense of existence."


    "If you go, Mingjiao will be miserable. It must not be your opponent. You''re not ashamed to bully the younger generation like this." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Xuan contemptuously.


    "Hey, hey, you stop. Who told you I''m going to help the six sects and I''m going to help the Ming religion?"


    Zhang Sanfeng felt a little dizzy for a moment, but he looked forward to it. Yang Xuan''s departure was definitely an unstable factor.


    Tong Piaoyun walked over with black lines and looked at Yang Xuan holding a huge flag.


    "Yang Xuan, which nerve is wrong with you?"


    "What''s the matter? What''s the matter? It''s not very good." Yang Xuan also shook the flagpole.


    "What''s wrong with you? Our Xiaoyao sect is a hermit sect. You are so high-profile. If my master knows, he must kill me."


    Yang Xuan came over and touched Tong Piaoyun''s head. "You know to pull, you know to pull. You must change the appearance ceremony of pulling the wind, or you will weaken the name of Xiaoyao sect."


    Yang Xuan threw the huge flag like a shell and flew out straight and inserted it on a broken wall. The three words of Xiaoyao sect flew in the wind in an instant.


    The whole process is flowing. When the flagpole is inserted into the broken wall, there is no sound at all, just like a soldering iron inserted into tofu.


    At this time, Yang Xuan said to Zhang Sanfeng, "when will you start?"


    "Three days later, we will set out in Wudang."


    "OK" Yang Xuan replied and went down the mountain. It''s too particular.


    The day before departure, Yang Xuan ran to the back mountain of Wudang excitedly.


    "Piaoyun, come on, come and have a look. I have customized two clothes."


    Tong Piaoyun, who was pulled out by Yang Xuan, looked at the clothes in Yang Xuan''s hand. He was helpless. He didn''t know what Yang Xuan was thinking. He went back to the room and changed them.


    "Ah ~ ~!!" Tong Piaoyun wears an introverted bully


    Angry clothes screamed happily at Yang Xuan.


    Tong Piaoyun is so happy now. This dress is the one he used to wear when he was a Tianshan child grandmother. It''s introverted black gray and domineering.


    "Baji." Tong Piaoyun kissed Yang Xuan mercilessly. "Do you remember?"


    "Of course, how can I forget? Come and have a look at my clothes."


    Yang Xuan quickly changed his clothes. The scholar''s clothes in black may be due to the subtle change of taste. Yang Xuan also embroidered gold thread on the collar and cuffs of the scholar''s clothes, the belt and the skirt of the hem. It was only when Yang Xuan held a knife rest on the tailor''s boss''s neck that the boss dared to do so. Gold has always been the exclusive color of the royal family, Yang Xuan doesn''t care about this. If the imperial court chases Yang Xuan, it means a huge amount of life points will be recorded.


    I saw Yang Xuan''s sword eyebrows and stars, his face was like a crown of jade, matched with a black and gold scholar''s suit, shaking a fan in his hand, and a feeling of introverted Xiao killing was immediately introduced into his eyes.


    "Handsome, hahaha, the black evil scholar will come back again." It''s like taking an oath, which seems to confirm something. Once Yang Xuan goes to another world, he won''t suppress his heart and do whatever he wants. When he comes to the main world, he will wrap himself up and compress himself. This is not a bad thing. It''s like a boy chatting with his friends and brothers outside, scolding and swearing. Everyone feels handsome, But once you get home, you don''t talk dirty. It''s an instinct. You instinctively want to leave the good to your family. The main world is Yang Xuan''s home.


    "Yang Xuan, your clothes are really..." Zhang Sanfeng also came over and looked at it for a long time. He didn''t know what to say. He didn''t seem to have seen such cool clothes.


    "OK, we''ll go there tomorrow." Yang Xuan looked at his clothes happily.


    The next day, Yang Xuan and Tong Piaoyun bid farewell to Zhang Sanfeng and left with the people of Wudang sect.


    This time, the Wudang sect was led by song Yuanqiao. Except Yu Daiyan and Zhang Cuishan, the other four went. Yang Xuan also spent a lot of money to buy very good horses for everyone in the nearby town.


    "Let''s go."


    In fact, the travelling of Wulin sects is not like walking in TV dramas. They are basically riding horses. After Yang Xuan inquired, he learned that Shaolin is the best


    Rich people, so Shaolin Temple has its own stables for raising horses, and they are cultivated with the most specialized and best feed and methods. Therefore, it is a bit exaggerated to say that traveling thousands of miles a day, but there is still no problem with traveling hundreds of miles a day.


    It took more than ten days to reach the foot of the Guangming top mountain of the Ming religion. Yang Xuan looked at the Guangming top standing in the distance. It was too high and steep for the sect, which was not conducive to joining in admiration. But militarily, it was really powerful. There were many passes, and the cliff was a good place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.


    Wudang sect had arrived. Seeing that it was getting late, everyone decided to start camping.


    Mingjiao Guangming summit general altar.


    On a huge sand table, a middle-aged man was frowning and looking at the sand table. He saw that the middle-aged man was handsome and elegant. Although he was middle-aged, he still couldn''t cover up his appearance in those years. Yes, he was Guangming left envoy Yang Xiao.


    "We''re back." A casual greeting woke Yang Xiao, who was silent on the sand table.


    "The bat king told us that the Ming religion was in trouble, so we rushed back day and night."


    "Well, what about the cloth bag monk and Zhou Dian?" Yang Xuan asked curiously.


    Monk Peng immediately said, "I guess it''s still on the road. It should be here in a day or two. Ambassador Yang Zuo heard that you are the acting leader now?"


    "This has been happening for many years. Haven''t you heard of it, monk Peng?" Yang Xiao said carelessly.


    "Since sect leader Yang drove the crane to the west, everyone fought for being the sect leader. In a rage, my five scattered people left Mingjiao and never took charge of Mingjiao again, so I have never heard of any acting sect leader."


    "Hehe, that''s what bat King means."


    "Then wait until the bat King arrives."


    Although Yang Xiao and monk Peng didn''t say a few words, people with a clear eye knew at a glance that Mingjiao was not stable at all. They all said that it was necessary to settle inside before bustling outside. It can be seen that without Zhang Wuji, Mingjiao might have been destroyed.


    At the time of the verbal confrontation between the two people, an ugly but rich man came over and handed it to Yang Xiao. After reading it, Yang Xiao immediately observed the sand table. Now he can''t tangle who sent the news. At least these news have not been missed once.