In order to show the temperament of Shaolin Temple, Wang Yuan did not put the cloth into his backpack, but instead waved across the market on his shoulders. He looked very much like carrying a coffin board at first glance.

With his golden and red robe, his shiny bald head, and the panda under his crotch, his turnaround rate was so high that no one could help but look back and take a look more, and then secretly said: "Where did you get the evil pen?"

The Huashan Sect is one of the famous and upright sects and the sect with the most players in the game.

The daughter of the head of the Huashan Sect was getting married, and the righteous people in the martial arts world naturally came to congratulate him. Not only the big sects like Shaolin Wudang, but also the second-rate sects like Kongtong Diancang Kunlun, also came to join in the fun.

When Wang Yuan came to Huashan Zhengqi Hall, the hall was filled with guests.

"Shaolin Temple senior brother Master Wu Chi is here!"

As Wang Yuan walked into the Zhengqi Hall, the shouts of Huashan disciples rang out of the hall.

"Wuchi? When did Shaolin Temple have such a person?"

When the players in the hall were slightly stunned when they heard Wang Yuan’s name, they all looked out.

The players who can sit here are all senior brothers from various sects. When you were on Xiake Island, you had met Wang Yuan and knew who the senior brother of Shaolin Temple was. But this is the first time I heard of Wu Chi’s name.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Yuan came to the hall with a piece of cloth and handed the gift to the welcome disciple at the door. Wang Yuan bowed to Yue Buqun and said, "Wuchi, Shaolin Temple, has seen the leader of Yue, and heard that the noble daughter had been engaged, the young monk came to congratulate him with a gift."

"Thank you for your hard work! Please sit down!" Although Yue Buqun hated this monk very much, he still had to do enough face. He waved his hand to Wang Yuan very politely and signaled to see the seat.

At this time, the other players in the hall realized that Wang Yuan was Wu Chi, and Wu Chi was Wang Yuan. Unexpectedly, this monk had already obtained the sect magic number and became a formal disciple in the sect.

Wuchi, this magic name is really suitable for this guy.

"I really want to see this Wu Chi..." At the same time, someone remembered that when Jianghu informed Wang Yuan before, Wu Chi's name would always be hanged later. Everyone thought they were carrying a small trumpet, and it turned out to be the monk's magic number.

Everyone was staring at Wang Yuan, and Wang Yuan also looked around.

It seems that Yue Buqun is not good at dealing with people in the world on weekdays. Although there are people from all sects, they are all NPCs such as players and elders in the sect. They have not seen many NPCs. Wang Yuan, who is sitting in the chief, is very familiar with him. The man is wearing a green Taoist robe, has a short stature and a vulgar face. He is Yu Canghai, the leader of Qingcheng Sect.

When Wang Yuan was doing a mission, he had killed his plot clone. At this time, Yu Canghai saw Wang Yuan with a stern face and stared at Wang Yuan without saying a word, as if saying: "Boy, I remember you."

Wang Yuan had no good feelings for Yu Canghai. Wang Yuan had seen how cruel and ruthless the old man was at the beginning. In the past, Wang Yuan was not at the right time, so he would not provoke him on his own initiative. But now Wang Yuan's cultivation level is a thousand miles a day, and Yu Canghai really doesn't see it.

Seeing Yu Canghai glaring at him, Wang Yuan glared back fiercely, with an obvious meaning: "Look at you numb! Believe it or not, slap you to death!"

"snort!"

Yu Canghai snorted coldly and stopped looking at Wang Yuan.

“…”

Everyone here looked at Wang Yuan, then looked at Yu Canghai in depth, all of whom were excited.

What's going on? These two people have a grudge? Could it be a fun time to watch it later?

Except for Yu Canghai, most of these players in the hall have seen Wang Yuan.

The fallen flowers of the Emei Sect are ruthless, the heavy sword of the Ancient Tomb Sect is Wufeng, the white crane of the Huashan Sect is radiating its wings, the lake and mountain scenery of the Wudang Sect are all senior brothers from various sects.

After Wang Yuan sat down, someone around him caught Wang Yuan's attention.

The man was as tall as Wang Yuan, wearing a red cassock, a big bald head, and a fierce expression, almost the same as Wang Yuan.

The difference is that the monk's robe inside this man is also red, while the monk's robe inside Wang Yuan is golden.

"Senior Brother Niu, right! He has long been famous for his reputation!"

As soon as Wang Yuan sat down, the monk reached out and said, "My name is General Zhang... I am also from Shaolin Temple."

"General Zhang? I haven't heard of it..." Wang Yuan grabbed his head and said, "Which hall are you from?"

Wang Yuan basically knew the chief masters of each hall of Shaolin Temple. He had dealt with Wang Yuan, such as the Yinghuo Shuxin, the Three Thousand Worlds, the Puduan sentient beings, but this was the first time Wang Yuan heard of the name General Zhang.

Besides, aren’t the elder brothers who come to Huashan to congratulate you? There is only one elder brother in Shaolin Temple, that is Wang Yuan, where did General Zhang appear?

"I am Nan Shaolin!" General Zhang smiled and said, "Senior brother, of course you have never heard of me."

"Nan Shaolin..." Wang Yuan knew it.

Wang Yuan once heard from Xuan Ci that there is also a Shaolin Temple in Putian, Fujian, which is the branch of Shaolin Temple in Songshan. Later, it came from a school and was called Nan Shaolin by people in the martial arts world.

Although there are differences between the north and the south and the two factions, the two families are essentially family members, which is equivalent to the relationship between uncles and uncles.

A higher-end statement is that Songshan Shaolin is the direct lineage.

"hey-hey!"

General Zhang smiled and curiously said, "Senior Brother, what good gift do you bring? Such a big piece?"

The sect only saw the gifts escorts, which were usually made of specialty elixirs and other things that helped with cultivation. They would not give ordinary things. At most, it looked like a small gift box or something. Wang Yuan's cloth was two meters long and one foot wide. He brought a gift box packaging outside. Compared with the gifts brought by players of other sects, he was simply a giant, and it was really weird.

"It's just a piece of cloth!" Wang Yuan smiled and said truthfully.

"Bu? Let's bring this in Shaolin Temple?" General Zhang was a little incredible.

To be honest, cloth is also a valuable thing, but everyone is a martial arts world. Giving gifts is not all about elixirs, weapons, secrets, etc. Compared with cultivation resources, this cloth is obviously too low-end.

The Shaolin in Songshan is the supreme martial arts world. It is a bit nonsense to take a piece of cloth to give gifts.

"I bought it myself with my own money!" Thinking of this, Wang Yuan was so angry that he was so angry that I paid for the gifts himself. Could it be that he would give the magical medicine and magic weapons?

"What did you give me?" Thinking of this, Wang Yuan asked General Zhang.

"I...this..." General Zhang was a little embarrassed and seemed to not want to say it.

"We are the same family, we are in the same mood, why are you hiding from me?" Wang Yuan began to fool him.

"That's right!"

General Zhang took out a stack of square blood-red cassocks from his arms and shook them in front of Wang Yuan's eyes. He said a little depressedly: "It's just this thing... and my master has repeatedly told him not to hand it over to others, but to the son-in-law of Master Yue's son-in-law in person. Isn't this embarrassing me?"
Chapter completed!