"How dare I call it the word "Divine Monk" in front of Zhenren Zhang?"

Kong Wen smiled slightly, but looked at Chen Yu in a blink of an eye and suddenly said, "There are not only seven heroes under the real person's sect, but also such a young hero. I wonder which young hero is the subordinate of the seven heroes of Wudang?"

Shenyu had just observed Kong Wen and others.

Kong Shin's white eyebrows drooped, covering his eyes, and he looked like a long-browed arhat; Kong Shin's body was majestic and mighty; Kong Zhi had a bitter face and his mouth drooped.

At this time, Chen Yu was slightly stunned when he heard Kong Wen ask him.

When the monk Kongwen looked at it, he had kind eyes and looked like a monk. However, Chen Yu knew that this man was extremely pedantic and did not have much respect.

"Qingshu is the son of Yuanqiao and also my third generation disciple of Wudang. A young man is a bit naughty, which makes the master laugh." Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly when he heard this, and then said to Chen Yu: "Qingshu, I haven't seen a few masters yet."

Only then did Kong Wen and others, as well as everyone present, know that Chen Yu's identity was the son of the head. It was surprising that he could have such martial arts, and it was not too difficult to believe.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's orders, Chen Yu was also very straightforward, so he immediately bowed to Kong Wen and the others: "My younger generation, Song Qingshu, have seen all the masters."

He did not mention what Shaolin had said just now to support these martial arts people.

Kong Wen and others cooperated very well and did not hold accountable for the previous incidents. Instead, they said: "Young Master Song is young and has reached such a state of martial arts and is very talented. Master Song is very lucky."

Hearing Kong Wen mentioning himself, Song Yuanqiao also spoke out: "Master is joking. Dogzi's martial arts are not worthy of praise."

Although Zhang Sanfeng and Kong Wen and others were both masters in the martial arts world, they had never met each other. In terms of age, Zhang Sanfeng was thirty or forty years older than them. He was born in Shaolin. If he had followed his master Jueyuan, he would have been two generations higher than Kong Wen and others. However, he neither took the precepts to be a monk in Shaolin, nor had he officially learned martial arts from Shaolin monks. He also needed the rituals of peers when he met Kong Wen.

After all, Song Yuanqiao is naturally shorter. Therefore, he must be respectful when facing Kong Wen and the others.

After some greetings, no one mentioned the incident before the Shaolin people arrived. For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to be getting better again.

Then, He Taichong, Master Jingxuan, and Guan Neng came forward to meet each other, and said they admired each other again, and they were polite.

It is humble to hear the truth from the faction. He must be polite to the younger disciples of each sect and gang, and greet them a few words. After a long time of chaos, hundreds of people introduced them one by one.

Kongwen, Kongzhi and Kongshi, three eminent monks sat down and drank a cup of tea. Kongwen said, "Zhang Zhenren, I am your juniors according to my age. Today, I should not mention anything else except for birthday celebrations. But I am the head of the Shaolin Sect, and I have a few words to tell my seniors frankly, and I also ask Zhenren Zhang not to be surprised."

Zhang Sanfeng naturally understood the purpose of several people, and then said calmly: "Did the three monks come for my fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan?"

Kong Wen said: "That's right, we have two things to ask Zhang Wuxia. The first thing is that Zhang Wuxia killed my Shaolin sect's Longmen Escort Agency for seventy-one times and killed six Shaolin monks. How should the lives of these 77 people be settled? The second thing is that my senior brother Kong saw the master, who was compassionate and virtuous all his life, and was tragically killed by the Golden Lion King Xie Xun. He heard that Zhang Wuxia knew the whereabouts of the surname Xie, and asked Zhang Wuxia to come out and give them a message."

Zhang Songxi stood up and said loudly, "Master Kongwen, the lives of the seventy-seven people of the Longmen Escort Agency and the Shaolin monks are definitely not injured by my fifth brother. Although my fifth brother was young and was a bit arrogant, he would never do anything to hurt people and kill people. This is also a matter of protecting this matter. If the master does not believe in me or my fifth brother, he should believe in me. This is the first thing.

The second thing is that Master Kongjian passed away and returned to the west, and everyone in the world was mourning. However, the Golden Lion King was injured on the way back because my fifth brother was still cultivating and could not explain his experience with us. We only know that this person and my fifth brother had a friendship of eight times and had a friendship with Jinlan.

Furthermore, even if my fifth brother knows where Xie Xun is, I am the most important person in the martial arts world. The master should understand the truth. "Zhang Songxi has always been a very thoughtful person, but from his mouth, these words are clearly organized and people cannot find any mistakes.

Kong Wen chanted, "Amitabha!" and thought to himself, "It seems true to listen to his words. How can I deal with this?"

At this moment, a child suddenly shouted outside the floor-to-ceiling window in the hall, "Dad! Mom! Save me!"

Hearing this cry for help, everyone present had not yet reacted, but Shen Yu, who had expected it, had already made moves.

He naturally knew that the shout was called by Zhang Wuji.

The body flashed and rushed out of the hall.

The person who was carrying Zhang Wuji did not expect that Zhang Wuji would suddenly bit his arm when he was not paying attention, which made him unable to resist the pain and let go of his hand, causing the child to scream.

What I didn't expect was that the people in the hall reacted so quickly.

As soon as Zhang Wuji spoke, a figure flashed in front of him.

With Zhang Sanfeng in charge here, this person naturally did not dare to stay here, and he did not dare to entangle Shen Yu. He immediately took Zhang Wuji and wanted to retreat.

But he brought his kids, and no matter how powerful his martial arts are, how can he survive the current light skills? Shen Yu, who is also supported by Jiuyang, comes.

"Legitimate, keep the person."

Shen Yu shouted loudly and bullied himself.

The man just wanted to escape, but he didn't expect that Shen Yu was so fast at such a young age. In desperation, he could only turn around and hit him with one palm.

Seeing this, Shen Yu was not panicked. He immediately used the Nine Yang Divine Art and greeted it with one palm.

The two of them had a palm force intersected, and Shen Yu felt a cold and qi coming from each other's hands. When his heart moved, he exclaimed in surprise: "Xuanming Divine Palm!"

The man who made Xuanming Divine Palm also unexpectedly discovered that Shen Yu's internal strength was very strong, and he had a masculine power, no less than his Xuanming true energy, and was already surprised.

Now that he heard Shen Yu blew his martial arts, he was shocked and did not dare to have any desire to fight again. He immediately had to use his palm power to retreat with the help of his reflexive power.

Seeing his actions, Shen Yu knew what he wanted to do. He immediately shouted loudly: "Master, he is the child of Uncle Fifth!"

But he wanted to ask Zhang Sanfeng to save him. With Zhang Sanfeng's strength, even if he couldn't stop the other party from leaving, he could not take Zhang Wuji away.

Zhang Sanfeng had already had a little strange when he saw Shen Yu's movements before. Now, when he heard Shen Yu's call, he flew out of the hall.

When the man saw Zhang Sanfeng's actions, he was shocked. He didn't even care about Zhang Wuji in his hand and threw the person towards Shen Yu. He immediately ran away, which showed his fear of Zhang Sanfeng.
Chapter completed!