"Oh? It seems that the rest of you have the same idea as Master Miejie? Do you have to take away my disciple and his family from my hands?"
"Are you doing this righteous act to antagonize me, Zhang Sanfeng, and Wudang?"
Zhang Sanfeng's voice was extremely cold, as if he had spat on ice.
"this...."
The people from the five major sects looked at each other, and none of them could step forward to answer Zhang Sanfeng's words. There were also a few timid Jianghu people who couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Zhang Sanfeng, you think that you can do whatever you want just because of your martial arts skills! How do you explain the death of your senior brother at the hands of Xie Xun?"
Monk Kongwen took a step forward, walked into the crowd, and confronted Zhang Sanfeng.
Master Kongwen, the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple, is also the great Western Shaolin monk. He is the strongest person except Kong Jian who died.
"When Xie Xun robbed my Kongtong sect's Seven Injury Fist, he killed many of our Kongtong sect. We are looking for revenge on Xie Xun!"
With the beginning of Shaolin Temple, the Five Elders of Kongtong also stood up, raised their chin, and said to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Don't panic, everyone. After Zhang Sanfeng's energy is exhausted, let's deal with him together. There are so many of us, and I don't believe that Zhang Sanfeng will use his Wudang Clan to fight with us for Zhang Cuishan!"
Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan Sect who was hiding behind the Western Great Shaolin Monk, also spoke at this time, speaking in a sinister tone, trying to cheer up those who were frightened by Zhang Sanfeng's powerful aura.
With Xian Yutong's encouragement, some of the disciples from more than a dozen sects also agreed.
"Zhang Sanfeng is over a hundred years old. Even if he is a legend in the martial arts world, it will still be decades ago!"
"Yes, yes! The fifty-year-old Zhang Sanfeng may still be invincible, but the one-hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng is just an old man whose life span is about to expire!"
"With so many of us going together, no matter how powerful he is, how much energy can he consume?"
"As long as we defeat Zhang Sanfeng, we will become legends in the martial arts world!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became. Even at the back, several disciples of the sect who were so bewitched and their heads were burning raised the knives in their hands, demonstrated towards Zhang Sanfeng, and at the same time encouraged themselves.
Due to the positions of the Shaolin Temple and the Kongtong Sect, as well as Xian Yutong's instigation, the disciples of each sect who had originally thought of retreating, instead of retreating, stood forward.
"Zhang Sanfeng, the people behind you don't seem to be from Wudang. Could it be that these people...are the ones you rely on to be so arrogant?"
Kongzhi Divine Monk, one of the Western Great Monks of Shaolin Temple, has drooping white eyebrows and his head falls over his eyes. He looks like the long-browed Arhat among the Eighteen Arhats. He raises the Zen staff in his hand and points it at Jun Xiuyuan and others, his eyes There is a hint of coldness in it.
Now Shaolin feels that the tougher Zhang Sanfeng is, the better, and it is best to make the various sects anxious.
They would attack in groups and destroy the entire Wudang in one fell swoop, or even cripple Wudang.
In this way, Shaolin Temple is number one in martial arts and its reputation as a holy place for martial arts can be restored.
Even if Wudang survives by chance, the disabled Wudang will never be a match for Shaolin Temple.
Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng's face remained calm, without any fluctuation, Abbot Kongwen stood up.
"It seems that if we don't fight Master Zhang today, Master Zhang will not hand over Zhang Cuishan!"
When Abbot Kongwen finished speaking, two figures stood beside him.
It is the two great monks in the west of Shaolin Temple, the Divine Monk Kongzhi and the Divine Monk Kongxing. These three are also the current supreme combat power of the Shaolin Temple.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa..."
Seeing that the Shaolin Temple was about to take action, the other sects all pulled out their swords and pointed the tips of their swords and swords at Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang disciples behind Zhang Sanfeng.
The members of the martial arts chat group watched the whole show and did not participate in the various sects. Instead, they chatted through the martial arts chat group.
Xiao Li Feidao Li Xunhuan: "How exactly are we going to do these tasks? There doesn't seem to be anything for us to do. I don't quite understand. Doubtful.JPG."
Junior Guo Jing: "I think you should help Master Zhang clean up the trash fish! If you are a master, leave it all to Master Zhang?"
Leader of the Tianxiahui: "Zhenzhen Zhang, you can handle it on your own! I trust your martial arts skills very much!" @太极张三峰.
Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng: "Seniors, don't worry, let me take care of these leaders! A few seniors can kill some trash fish and regard it as earning mission contribution points."
Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng: "Seniors of the five major sects, please stop trying to rob these bigger trash fish from me. If you don't deal with them, you won't be able to understand your thoughts!"
After replying to the two messages, Zhang Sanfeng stared sharply at the Shaolin Western Monk standing at the front, and then his aura became violent.
Zhang Sanfeng became angry when he thought that if he had not joined the martial arts chat group, his apprentice would have been forced to commit suicide by these people in front of him who claimed to be from a well-known and upright family.
"Lianzhou, Cuishan, you two should protect the Wudang disciples. Leave this battle to me and my seniors."
Zhang Sanfeng turned his head and gave instructions to the Seven Heroes of Wudang behind him.
After learning about the stupid things Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu did in the future, Zhang Sanfeng intentionally or unintentionally focused his attention on Yu Lianzhou and secretly assessed Yu Lianzhou.
Since the birthday party, everything big and small has been left to Yu Lianzhou, seemingly deliberately leaving Song Yuanqiao aside.
After finishing speaking, Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward with empty hands, like a dragon walking like a tiger.
"Puch!"
His right hand passed through the air and drew a first line in front of him, close to the feet of the Western Monk.
"Anyone who crosses this line will die!"
Zhang Sanfeng's move did not frighten the people in various sects. Instead, they began to laugh at Zhang Sanfeng.
"Will you die if you cross this line? This Sanfeng is too arrogant!"
"Just him and a few helpers he invited, want to kill thousands of us warriors? How ridiculous!"
"I've just crossed the line! What do you think, come and kill me!"
The person who said he wanted to cross the line just said so. In fact, he did not dare to cross the line drawn by Zhang Sanfeng.
Among the several major sects, as long as the leaders of Shaolin, Emei, Kongtong, Huashan and Kunlun did not move, they did not dare to move, they were just talking.
"Zhang Sanfeng! You are so stubborn and vow to associate with the witch Yin Susu, I, Shaolin, will eradicate you!"
The three divine monks from the Shaolin Temple shot together, tiptoeing a little, and with the help of the reaction force, their bodies suddenly exploded, like a tiger descending from a mountain.
"Whoosh!"
The Zen staff in Abbot Kongwen's hand brought up bursts of violent wind, pointing towards Zhang Sanfeng's face.
