“This…This…This…This…”

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Song Yuanqiao, White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, Hong Qigong and others were all stunned, looking disbelief, and wanted to say something but felt like their necks were being pinched.

This is a bug!

They all knew that Zhang Sanfeng was strong, but this was too strong.

"It should be that after Master entered Zhutian Academy, his strength has improved too quickly."

Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Songxi, the most witty disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, had some speculations.

When their master celebrated his 100th birthday, he was not as strong as that. Now, with one sound, nearly a thousand monks were trembling.

"Wow~ Master Tai is so awesome."

Zhang Wuji and the three generations of disciples of the Wudang Sect came to their senses first and screamed excitedly.

They didn't understand what Zhang Sanfeng's roar meant, but they only knew that Zhang Sanfeng's voice came. Many of the originally ferocious monks in Shaolin Temple were so scared that they rolled on the ground.

"It's the first time I've seen Master so domineering."

In front of the Zixiao Palace Hall, Zhang Cuishan looked at Zhang Sanfeng who looked like a banished immortal in front of him, and looked admiring.

This is his master. No matter where he goes, he will shine brightly and unconcealed.

"Huh~ It's okay, it's okay, I have no problem, it's because Zhenren Zhang is too perverted."

Huang Yaoshi behind Zhang Sanfeng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyelids kept beating, and he kept comforting himself.

"I don't know why I miss Ouyang Feng a little."

When he thought of the scene where he beat Ouyang Feng with one palm, Huang Yaoshi suddenly felt much calmer.

"I am a student of Zhutian Academy, or the junior class teacher of the dean Xu Nuo. If you really can't recognize the situation......"

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his long white hair was windless, and his neat and simple Taoist robe was also clamoring. He glanced at the monks of Shaolin Temple expressionlessly, his eyes were extremely deep.

If he were still the old Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, he might have found a way to resolve the situation peacefully today.

Unfortunately, he is not now.

He is now a student of Zhutian Academy and the future junior class teacher appointed by the dean.

If he concedes the face of a mere Shaolin Temple, where will he place Zhutian Academy?

How could he be worthy of the dean’s careful cultivation?

"Shaolin Temple has not given a positive statement about my master's affairs."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes became deeper and deeper. The grudge between him and Shaolin Temple was not a day or night.

His master Jueyuan was forced to death by Shaolin Temple. Before he rose, he was also hunted down by Shaolin Temple for a period of time.

What's more, he also heard Zhang Cuishan's talk about it, and the dean told Zhang Cuishan about his future.

If it weren't for the appearance of Zhutian Academy, on his 100th birthday, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu would have committed suicide under the threat of major sects led by Shaolin Temple.

His disciple Zhang Wuji would also be seriously injured and tortured.

He himself, his third disciple Yu Lianzhou, and his fifth disciples and his family, all received great kindness from the dean.

Strictly speaking, the entire Wudang Sect has received great grace from the dean.

Red Demon Beef is a treasure that only students of Zhutian Academy can exchange for, but Shen Wen did not restrict him from eating it for his apprentice.

Otherwise, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others would not be able to reach this level in less than ten or twenty years, or even longer.

"Guru~"

The monks who could still stand in Shaolin Temple looked frightened and their pupils shrank, as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

If they hadn't been so scared that their legs were weak, they might have been unable to help but run away.

How can a person be so strong?

One fights a thousand?

No!

Yes, sweep away thousands of troops and make thousands of troops break the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng is the real enemy of thousands of people, and thousands of people avoid it.

With a sound, nearly a thousand monks were almost shattered, wishing that everything in front of them was just a nightmare, and they could wake up early.

"what to do?"

Kong Wen, Kong Shi, Kong Shi, and Kong Zhi, and other famous Shaolin monks, even the tribulation and difficulties in the Three Crossings, all turned their horrified eyes to Duhe.

Zhang Sanfeng gave up He to stop the language again.

Their life and death of Shaolin Temple, and the life and death of nearly a thousand Shaolin Temple monks all rely on the next sentence Duhe.

"Uncle Master, you must think about what to say."

Kong Wen Fang, Kong Shi, and Kong Zhi, the younger generations who passed away the empathy were pounding their hearts and their faces were sallow, and their limbs were constantly shaking slightly, and the greater the amplitude.

revenge?

To threaten Wudang Mountain and make the Wudang faction surrender?

Both sides suffered losses with the Wudang faction?

Who said this, why don't they know?

"Senior brother, the fate of Shaolin Temple is in your next sentence."

Even with the minds of Du Jie and Du Jian, they were still anxious at this time, fearing that Du Jie would say something wrong.

At this time, they had no trace of confidence when they came, only endless shock and thriller.

Zhang Sanfeng's strength has exceeded their imagination and has reached a legendary realm where one person can suppress the entire Shaolin Temple.

"Perhaps only if Master Bodhidharma is resurrected from the dead can he be able to compete with him."

"I······"

Under the eyes of the monks mixed with complex emotions such as nervousness, fear, expectation, etc., under the deep eyes of Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi and others, the sweat beads of Duo's size kept falling from their foreheads at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their eyes were covered with bloodshots, as if they were about to fall out.

In less than ten breaths, sweat wet the ground in front of him.

Du Er could feel the coldness emanating from Zhang Sanfeng. As long as what he said below did not meet Zhang Sanfeng's expectations.

There are nearly a thousand monks who are going up the mountain, and perhaps no one of them can go down the mountain.

If all these nearly a thousand monks fall, Shaolin Temple will be dead in name only.

In order to make the Wudang faction surrender, all the masters of Shaolin Temple were brought by them, leaving only a group of ordinary disciples and several second-rate masters, just to prevent anyone from going up the mountain to steal.

Du'er didn't know how long it had been. Every breath he had passed, his body seemed to have been put on a huge rock, which made him feel more and more breathless.

In the end, Due even felt the stagnation of his breathing and his eyes were a little blurred.

If you admit defeat directly, Shaolin Temple will become a laughing stock in the world. Even if you wash it for hundreds of years, you will not be able to wash away these shames.

However, if you resist it for a few hundred years, just a few dozen breaths, the nearly a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple might be buried on Wudang Mountain.

"Du'er pays homage to his uncle."

Under such a huge pressure, Du'er's mind felt like ore that had been squeezed to the extreme, tempered a wisp of essence. With a thud, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

yes!

Everyone is your own people!

There is no need to be so serious, everything can be discussed.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's master Jueyuan was just an ordinary monk in the Sutra Library, Jueyuan was actually a monk without a word, and the monk without a word is their master.

Zhang Sanfeng is Jueyuan's apprentice, so he is naturally their uncle with his master.

"Uncle Master, Shaolin Temple has hurt your heart. We have always regretted it. This time, my nephew brought the monks of Shaolin Temple to apologize for what happened that year."

"I know, Uncle Master, you are as broad as the sea, and your measurement is as high as the bright moon. You have already let go of your grudges from that year, but we can't."

"In order to let you always show up and give us the opportunity to apologize to you in person, my nephew made this bad decision and said something ruthless. It was all my nephew's fault."

Du'er's eyes flashed with an inexplicable spirit. As he spoke, he really felt regretful and wished he could go back in time.

If Zhang Sanfeng was still a disciple of Shaolin Temple, their Shaolin Temple would have a second Master Bodhidharma.

"As for the matter of the Sutra Pavilion, it's nothing at all. It's natural for the uncle to take his own things."

"It's just that the uncle needs to work hard. If you want to watch the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, just inform me and my nephew will definitely send the secret to Wudang Mountain in person."

Due waved at the stunned monks behind him.

"When you overcome the tribulation, you will meet your uncle. Kong Wen, Kong Shi, Kong Zhi, and Kong Zhi are still here to pay homage to your uncle."

Zhang Sanfeng is already super amazing. He can't afford to offend him or not at all, so he can't afford to offend him.

"This is your Grand Master’s Uncle Zhang Sanfeng, a living martial arts legend. It is your lifelong honor to be able to see the style of your Grand Master’s Uncle.”
Chapter completed!