"This... This... This... This..."

    In the main hall of Zixiao palace, song Yuanqiao, Yin Tianzheng, the white eyebrow eagle king, Hong Qigong and others were stunned. They looked incredible. They wanted to say something, but they felt as if their necks were pinched.

    This is a bug!

    They all know that Zhang Sanfeng is strong, but it''s too strong.

    "It should be that after master entered Zhutian college, his strength improved too fast."

    Among the seven heroes of Wudang, Zhang Songxi, the most resourceful fourth disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, has some speculation.

    At their master''s centenary, they didn''t have such strength. Now, nearly a thousand monks trembled.

    "Wow, great master, you are so powerful."

    Zhang Wuji and a group of three generations of Wudang disciples, on the contrary, were the first to return to their senses and screamed excitedly one by one.

    They didn''t understand what Zhang Sanfeng''s roar meant. They only knew that Zhang Sanfeng''s voice came, and many evil monks in Shaolin Temple were scared to roll on the ground.

    "It''s the first time I''ve seen master so overbearing."

    In front of the Grand Hall of Zixiao palace, Zhang Cuishan looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was like a relegated fairy, with a look of worship.

    This is his master. No matter where he goes, he will bloom a bright light that is difficult to hide.

    "Hoo ~ it''s okay, it''s okay, I have no problem. It''s real Zhang who is too abnormal."

    The pharmacist Huang behind Zhang Sanfeng breathed a long sigh of relief, and his eyelids kept beating and comforting himself.

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

    At the thought of beating Ouyang Feng with his palm, Huang Yaoshi immediately felt much calmer.

    "I''m a student of Zhutian college and the head teacher of the junior class promised by the dean. If you really don''t understand the situation

    Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands on his back. His long white hair was calm and automatic. He was dressed in a neat and concise Taoist robe. He glanced at a group of Shaolin monks with expressionless eyes.

    If he was still the old Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang sect, he might find a peaceful solution today.

    Unfortunately, he is not now.

    He is now a student of Zhutian college and the head teacher of the future junior class appointed by the president.

    If he gives in to the mere Shaolin Temple, where will he put Zhutian college?

    How can he live up to the careful cultivation of the dean?

    "Shaolin Temple hasn''t given a positive statement about my master."

    Zhang Sanfeng''s eyes became more and more deep. The gratitude and resentment between him and Shaolin temple did not happen overnight.

    His master Jueyuan was driven to death by the Shaolin Temple. Before he rose, he was chased by the Shaolin temple for some time.

    What''s more, he also listened to Zhang Cuishan. The president told Zhang Cuishan about his future.

    If Zhutian college had not appeared, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu would have killed themselves at his centenary.

    His grandson Zhang Wuji will also be seriously injured and tortured.

    He himself, his third apprentice Yu Daiyan and his fifth apprentice family all received the great kindness of the dean.

    Strictly speaking, the whole Wudang sect has received the great kindness of the dean.

    Red demon beef is a treasure that students of Zhutian college can exchange. However, Shen Wen did not restrict him to eat for his disciples.

    Otherwise, song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou want to become masters of the perfection of the environment after tomorrow. They can''t reach this level in ten or twenty years or even longer.

    "Gulu ~"

    The monks who can still stand in Shaolin Temple look frightened and their pupils shrink sharply, as if they saw the most terrible existence in the world.

    If they hadn''t softened their legs with fear, they might have run away.

    How can a person be so strong?

    One against a thousand?

    no

    Yes, wipe out thousands of troops and make changes.

    Zhang Sanfeng is the real enemy of a thousand people, and ten thousand people avoid it.

    Suddenly, nearly a thousand of their monks were almost frightened. They wanted everything in front of them to be just a nightmare. They could wake up early.

    "What should I do?"

    Kong Wen abbot, Kong Xing, Kong Zhi, these famous Shaolin monks in the Jianghu, and even the robbery and difficulty of the third crossing, have turned their shocked eyes to du''e one after another.

    Zhang Sanfeng is the one who asked Ecuador to reorganize the language.

    Their life and death of the Shaolin Temple and the life and death of nearly a thousand Shaolin monks depend on du''e''s next sentence.

    "Martial uncle, you must think about what to say."

    Kong Wen, Kong Xing, and Kong Zhi, the younger generation who had crossed the river, had a heart pounding, a sallow complexion, and even some of their limbs didn''t listen to orders. They trembled slightly, the greater the range.

    Revenge?

    Intimidate Wudang Mountain and make Wudang sect give in?

    And Wudang lose both?

    Who said that? Why don''t they know.

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

    Even with the mentality of Dujie and Dunan, he was still in panic for fear that due would say a wrong word.

    At this time, they have no trace of self-confidence, only endless shock and horror.

    Zhang Sanfeng''s strength has exceeded their imagination and reached the legendary state that one person can suppress the whole Shaolin Temple.

    "Maybe only the Dharma Master came back from the dead can he compete with him."

    "I... i

    Under the eyes of the monks mixed with uneasiness, fear, expectation and other complex emotions, and under the deep eyes of Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi and others, the sweat beads of Du erdou continuously fell from his forehead at the speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes were full of blood, as if they were going to fall off.

    In less than ten breath, the ground in front of him was wet with sweat.

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

    Perhaps none of the nearly 1000 monks who went up the mountain wanted to go down.

    If all the thousands of monks fall, the Shaolin Temple will exist in name only.

    In order to make Wudang sect give in, all the experts in Shaolin Temple were brought by them. All they left were a group of ordinary disciples and several second-class experts, just pretending to prevent someone from going up the mountain to steal.

    Du''e didn''t know how long it had been. Every breath passed, his body seemed to be put on a huge stone, which pressed him more and more out of breath.

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

    If you admit defeat directly, Shaolin Temple will become the laughing stock of the world. Even if you wash it for hundreds of years, you can''t wash away these disgraces.

    However, if you resist hard, it won''t take hundreds of years. It only takes dozens of breath. Nearly a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple may be buried on Wudang Mountain.

    "Du''e, meet martial uncle."

    Under such great pressure, du''e''s mind was like an extremely squeezed ore, which quenched a wisp of essence. With a pop, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed the first way.

    Yes!

    Our own people, we are our own people!

    There''s no need to be so serious. Anything can be discussed.

    Although Zhang Sanfeng''s master Jueyuan is only an ordinary monk who takes care of the Sutra Pavilion, Jueyuan is really a generation of monks without words, and the generation of monks without words is their ancestors.

    Zhang Sanfeng is Jueyuan''s disciple. Naturally, he is their master''s generation and their martial uncle. There is nothing wrong with him.

    "Martial uncle, we''ve always regretted that Shaolin Temple broke your heart. Martial nephew, this time I took the monks of Shaolin Temple to apologize for what happened that year."

    "I know, martial uncle, you are as broad-minded as the sea. Your measurement is better than the rising moon. You have put down your gratitude and resentment in those years, but we can''t."

    "In order to let you show up and let us have the opportunity to apologize to you face to face, martial nephew, it''s all my fault to make such a bad decision and say such treacherous words."

    Du''e''s eyes twinkled with an inexplicable look. He said that he really regretted it and wanted to go back in time.

    If Zhang Sanfeng is still a disciple of Shaolin Temple, they will have a second Dharma Master in Shaolin Temple.

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

    "Just don''t bother, martial uncle. If you want to watch the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, just let me know. Martial nephew will personally send the script to Wudang Mountain."

    Du''e waved to the stunned monks behind him.

    "After the robbery and difficulties, we will meet with martial uncle. Kong Wen, Kong Xing and Kong Zhi will not come to meet your martial uncle."

    Zhang Sanfeng is already supernatural. If he can''t afford it, he should lick the dog.

    "This is your great master''s Uncle Zhang Sanfeng, a living Wulin legend. It''s an honor for you to see your great master''s style all your life."

    "Just now it was the grand master''s uncle who instructed you. I still don''t thank you."