"Is it true that he came to Wudang just to tell us the news about the Vajra Sect because he respects Master?" Song Yuanqiao whispered to himself.
Immediately, he shook his head again, and his eyes instantly became firm: "You must be careful. Except for the third junior brother, you must not let anyone come into contact with him. We will wait until the ancestor comes back!"
Just a piece of news, not only did the master who had guarded Wudang for many years leave, he even took away several junior brothers and a group of elders. Wudang can be said to be at its weakest now.
If someone wants to deal with Wudang, now is definitely the best chance.
As the head of the Wudang Sect, he will never forget that from obscurity to being on par with Shaolin, the Wudang Sect's reputation is now entirely based on other sects. It is not just one or two families in the world who want to cause trouble for the Wudang Sect.
Not to mention that the imperial court is watching from behind. If this young man's message is just an excuse to divert the tiger away from the mountain, it means that Wudang is now in the most danger, so one must be cautious.
At this time, not far outside the Vajra Gate in the Western Regions, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the few young monks practicing martial arts inside the Vajra Gate, and his face instantly darkened.
"What a Vajra Sect, what he practices is indeed Shaolin External Kung Fu!"
"It seems that Wudang has been silent for too long. Even a few people who have practiced some external skills dare to cause trouble to my Wudang disciples!" A skinny and dying veteran looked towards me with murderous intent in his eyes.
ahead.
Several other veterans standing together also had sneers on their faces, but their eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The Wudang Sect was founded by Zhang Sanfeng, but he was definitely not founded by Zhang Sanfeng alone. In order to build the reputation of Wudang, a group of elders did a lot of killing. It was only after Song Yuanqiao and other disciples grew up that these elders gradually retreated into the background.
They haven't done anything for more than ten years, but now, looking at the Vajra Gate in front of them, all the elders can only feel the long-lost passion rushing into their hearts.
"Wait for you to take action after I take action. Today, I will use this Vajra Gate to tell the people in the martial arts world that they cannot touch me, my disciples of the Wudang Sect!"
There was a rare domineering tone in Zhang Sanfeng's voice. He flashed his figure, completely ignoring the group of young monks who were practicing martial arts in the front yard of the Vajra Gate, and headed straight towards the Buddhist temple in the center of the Vajra Gate.
The abbot of the Kongang Temple, whose muscles had a metallic sheen, struck the wooden fish with a calm expression. After taking refuge in Yuanting, the King Kong Temple was enshrined by the imperial court. The number of disciples increased every year, and even the surrounding herdsmen began to believe in it. It was completely possible to prosper with the
to describe.
"Old monk, you feel so at ease!" A domineering voice sounded in the Buddhist hall.
"who!"
The abbot of the Vajra Temple turned his head sharply and saw an old Taoist wearing a gray robe and a domineering expression striding in from the door with his hands behind his back.
He walked until he was in front of him, then stopped and looked at himself up and down with contempt, just like a chef looking at the ingredients in front of him. It was obvious that he did not take himself as the host of the Vajra Temple seriously.
A burst of anger instantly surged out of the heart of the abbot of the Vajra Temple, but he suppressed the anger immediately. There were dozens of Vajra Sect disciples outside, and they came to him without alerting any of them. The strength of this veteran was definitely not low.
"Don't you dare to tell me your name!"
Zhang Sanfeng walked until he was one meter in front of the abbot of the Vajra Temple. He could reach out and touch it. Then he looked up and down and sighed: "The old Taoist has dominated the world for a long time. You, the Vajra Sect, are the first to dare to attack my disciples."
Yes, I thought the disciples of Huo Gong Tutuo had three heads and six arms!"
Those who practice external martial arts will inevitably lose strength after the decline of Qi and blood. This old monk's strong muscles and bones are rare in the world, but he still doesn't dare to take action when he comes to him. It is obvious that he no longer has the courage to compete in the world, which makes the old monk who originally planned to take action to establish his authority.
Zhang Sanfeng was secretly disappointed.
"Zhenren Zhang!" the abbot of the Vajra Temple took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
Shaolin and Wudang are both famous in the world. Back then, my master, Huo Gong Toutuo, went to Wudang to fight Zhang Sanfeng. He vomited blood and died shortly after returning. My current strength is far less than that of my master back then.
"Old Taoist, I have been cultivating myself for these years, do you think I am dead?" Zhang Sanfeng's voice was filled with anger. The reputation of the Wudang Sect was gained by himself with each punch. It was only after he was sixty years old that he slowly calmed down.
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Thinking that some of my disciples in Dadu said they had avenged their master, they obviously offended Wudang, and now they are coming to visit them.
Sweat was pouring down the face of the abbot of the Vajra Temple. He clasped his hands and lowered his head and said with utmost respect: "The old monk and his disciples have taken refuge with the powerful and cannot help but do what they want. This offends the seniors!"
"offend?"
Zhang Sanfeng took a few steps forward, looked at the Buddhist temple, turned around and said, "You sent my third disciple back to Wudang with all his bones broken. Do you think this is just an offense?"
The abbot of King Kong Temple couldn't help but gasped and almost cursed.
To cripple someone and then send him back is simply a provocation and insult to Zhang Sanfeng, the number one martial artist in the martial arts world. Several of his disciples are usually quite honest in the temple, so how dare they do such a thing.
"There is an elixir called black jade intermittent ointment in the old monk's temple. No matter how long it takes, the bone injuries can be restored to their original state!"
Seeing the murderous intent in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, the old monk said as quickly as possible: "As for the few disciples who have taken refuge with the powerful, they have already been kicked out of the door by the old monk. No matter what the seniors do, I, the King Kong Temple, will never say anything!
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"Bring the black jade intermittent ointment!"
When he first heard Zhao Wen talk about Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, Zhang Sanfeng didn't actually think that there was such a magical elixir in the world. But now, even the abbot of the Vajra Temple believed that his disciple's injuries could be recovered. Zhang Sanfeng's eyes suddenly
As soon as it lit up, he raised his hand and walked forward.
The abbot of the Vajra Temple came to the Buddha statue as quickly as possible, pressed lightly, and a small door appeared in front of him. He reached out and took out a jade vase from the small door. He glanced at it with great regret, and then handed it to Zhang Sanfeng.
past!
"This medicine is extremely effective. No matter how old the bone injury is, you only need to connect the broken bones and apply a thin layer on it. Even if the senior disciple has broken bones and muscles all over his body, he only needs half a bottle at most!"
"Prescription!" He raised his hand to take the jade bottle and put it away carefully. Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand again and said.
Such a magical medicine is like having an extra life for a martial arts practitioner, and can even become the foundation of a sect. And without a prescription, God knows whether the medicine in hand is real or fake, and whether there are any problems.
"I'll take it now, I'll take it now!"
The abbot of King Kong Temple took out an iron box from the small door and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng with a flattering smile on his face.
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng raise his hand to catch the iron box, his face and smile changed instantly. His fingers had already pressed on a mechanism behind the iron box, and dozens of steel needles shot out with cold light. At the same time, he raised his hand to grab Zhang Sanfeng's arm.
Now that martial arts grievances have been brought to our door, there is no reason to let them go.