"Cuishan, Master is blocking everything for you, why are you so impulsive!"

Zhang San's face was filled with regret. Just now, he thought he would never see his most beloved disciple again.

"Fifth brother, don't be impulsive."

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu, Biyun, Xuyun and other top Wudang officials also tried to persuade him.

Looking at his sobbing wife, his master with a face filled with regret, his two children holding his lap, and his fellow seniors, Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but feel as if he was in another world.

After walking through the gate of hell, even though I didn't die, I still had a slightly different understanding and understood that death cannot solve the problem.

He died happily, but his wife, master, children, and brothers must be so sad.

"It's good to live, it's good to live."

Zhang Sanfeng patted Zhang Cuishan on the shoulder, looked back at the crowd, and said loudly: "Which hero rescued my young disciple Cuishan, please come forward and see me, so that I can thank you in person."

His expression was extremely serious at this time. He couldn't tell who the finger force that came through the air just now came from. You must know that nothing on Wudang Mountain could escape his eyes.

"How can it be!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes wandered back and forth among the people in Lao Zhu's family, full of curiosity.

His cultivation is comparable to the second level of Xiantian, and his eyesight is unique. He can tell at a glance that everyone in Lao Zhu's family is not an ordinary person.

"Fengyang Zhu family, which force is this?"

With noble demeanor and countless majesty, each of them can be called a dragon or a phoenix among men, extraordinary.

"Zhu Hong."

But no matter what they thought, they couldn't find any information about Lao Zhu's family.

They made eye contact for a moment, but still planned to continue questioning Zhang Cuishan. As long as Zhang Cuishan did not die, he must hand over the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the dragon-slaying knife.

Going out and wandering around wearing a vest is actually quite interesting.

Everyone in Lao Zhu's family looked at each other and smiled, and the names they gave were all pseudonyms.

Judging from the aura emanating from his body, he was sure that it was Zhu Houzhao who had rescued Zhang Cuishan just now.

The tone was sonorous and powerful, resounding and unquestionable, fully displaying the majesty of the first person in the martial arts world.

Indiscriminate killing was not the fault of the Grandmaster, not to mention that Zhang Sanfeng also had a weakness in Wudang.

Except for a few people who are more crotch-stretching and are on par with him, everyone else's cultivation is actually above him.

It's true that he has scruples, but that doesn't mean he has no temper.

After Zhang Cuishan's suicide just now, they have understood that if they want to get what they want, they cannot let one person or a few people speak alone, but everyone must work together.

The Zhu family of Neo-Confucianism knew about it, after all, the Song Dynasty governed the country based on Neo-Confucianism, but the Zhu family of Fengyang, forgive their ignorance, had never heard of it.

"Zhu Xing."

No one in the family is a simple person. There are many who are stronger than this martial arts legend. Where did this fairy family come from?

Zhang Laodao was puzzled.

"Zhu Wu."

"Zhu Chong."

"Zhu Yong."

"Zhu Xuan."

In his observation, everyone in Lao Zhu's family had a divine aura like a dragon, soaring straight into the crape myrtle. This was the aura of an emperor who was in charge of the world and ruled all the people.

The person who strikes out with his finger strength should be no less skilled than him!

"The Zhu family from Fengyang came to congratulate Master Zhang on his 100th birthday."

It is no exaggeration to say that even if King Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect, Huang Shang, the top master of the Song Dynasty, the old monster of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the sweeping monk of the Sutra Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple came and made some moves in Wudang Mountain, they would never be able to escape him.

of discernment.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Zhang Sanfeng sincerely thanked Zhu Houzhao.

"Thank you for your kindness. I can handle it even if it's a small matter."

A trace of anger flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes. He endured it again and again, but some people took it too far and did not know how to restrain themselves. They really thought that Zhang Sanfeng was out of control.

In what way did everyone in the Lao Zhu family reach a higher realm? Even if there were some opportunities, it would not be possible for so many masters to be born.

There is no royal family in the world with the surname Zhu, who is not a royal family but has the appearance of an emperor. This is a rare phenomenon throughout the ages, extraordinary and weird to the extreme.

This was also the place where he felt extremely shocked and even unbelievable. Only by integrating with Wudang Mountain's energy could he find a new way to reach a higher level, almost touching the limit of what the world can bear.

"Extraordinary, extraordinary!"

Lao Zhu said with a smile, using the heads of a bunch of clowns to make friends with Zhang Sanfeng, the talented Taiji Grandmaster, is a very cost-effective deal.

Everyone raised their voice to persecute them. Even if Zhang Cuishan was forced to commit suicide again, Zhang Sanfeng could not do anything to them no matter how angry he was.

"I haven't asked you for your names yet!"

Everyone shouted in unison, the sound shook the sky, intending to use the momentum to force Zhang Cuishan to hand over Xie Xun's whereabouts.

Zhang Cuishan suddenly wanted to commit suicide, which shocked everyone present. One of the majestic Seven Heroes of Wudang was so mentally fragile that he was about to commit suicide at every turn.

The appearance of Lao Zhu's family immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was racking their brains to think about the origin of Lao Zhu's family.

Turning around to face the heroes, whether they were really here to pay homage to his birthday or those with ulterior motives, he only had one sentence: "This matter ends here. I don't want anyone to mess around at my birthday banquet."

Either he is full of evil spirits, or he has ruthlessness written all over his face. At first glance, he is not a person to be trifled with.

A pair of eyes that had seen countless people carefully looked at everyone in the Old Zhu family. Zhang Laodao's face was full of shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhang Sanfeng could kill one person or two people, but he could not kill them all.

"I beg Zhang Wuxia to reveal the whereabouts of Xie Xun and bring justice to the innocent man who died in vain."

"Master Zhang needs our help."

Zhang Laodao was amazed again and again. He studied under the Fire Dragon Taoist of the Wenshi sect and was quite accomplished in the Taoist technique of looking at the Qi and criticizing the fate.

His nickname is Sanfeng, and he goes crazy three times a day. He is crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy. If he goes crazy, he himself will be afraid.

Zhu Houzhao smiled calmly and said.

I have never heard of the Fengyang Zhu family, and none of the many forces in the world seem to have this family.

"Zhang Zhenzhen is too polite. It's just a small effort, not worth mentioning."

Just when they thought they were about to face Zhang Sanfeng's wrath, Zhu Houzhao took action in time to save Zhang Cuishan, which made them relieved and forced Zhang Cuishan to death. They could not afford the consequences of angering Zhang Laodao.

"Zhu Shou."

Everyone from Lao Zhu's family flew out of the sky and landed firmly in front of the Wudang Hall.

This is what a gentleman can deceive.

Behind them, Xu Da, Tang He, Mao Xiang, Lan Yu, Chang Mao, General Heng Ha, Wang Zhi, Liu Jin, Lu Bing and others also attracted attention.

"Thank you to this little friend for saving my life, Tu Cuishan. I am very grateful."

"Zhenren Zhang"

The people who came for Xie Xun and the Dragon Saber were unwilling to return without success. They were about to say something, but were frightened by a sharp look from Zhang Sanfeng and swallowed their words abruptly.

When this Tai Chi master became serious, no one in the vast world of martial arts dared to challenge him.

Jiuyin Huangshang, Quanzhen Wang Chongyang, Shaolin sweeping monk, and the old monster of the Xiaoyao sect could not withstand the pressure of Zhang Laodao.

Zhang Sanfeng is related to the creation of the practice system behind the Xiantian Realm, so when writing about Zhang Sanfeng, I will write it in more detail. It is not that the author deliberately wants to limit the number of words!
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