Zhang Wuji flipped over and hooked his left foot on the branch of a pine tree, his body was already fixed, and he said loudly in the middle of the thunderstorm: "The younger generation, the Mingjiao sect advocates Wuji, and meets the three senior monks." ”

As he spoke, he stood on the trunk with his left foot and volleyed with his right foot, bowing in salute. The branches of the pine tree rose and fell like waves with his worship, Zhang Wuji stood firmly, although he bowed and saluted, but he was condescending, not the slightest downwind. The three monks felt that the black ropes were intertwined, and with a shake of their backhands, the three ropes separated.

The old monk with a pale face said: "The old man thought that the master had descended, but it turned out that the great devil of the Demon Sect had arrived. The three of them have been imprisoned for decades, not only ignoring mundane affairs, but also never inquiring about the major events of the temple, but they are really fortunate to meet the demon sect master today. ”

Zhang Wuji listened to his left sentence of the demon head and the right sentence of the demon sect, obviously he had a deep sense of evil for this sect, and he couldn't help but hesitate, and he didn't know how to open his mouth to make a statement. I only heard the yellow-faced old monk say: "The Demon Sect Leader is Nangong Batian, how can it be Your Excellency?"

Zhang Wuji said: "Sect Master Nangong has passed away. ”

The yellow-faced old monk stopped talking, and in an exclamation, there seemed to be infinite sadness and disappointment. Zhang Wuji thought to himself: "He was extremely sad to hear that the Nangong Sect Master had passed away, and he must have had a deep friendship with the Nangong Sect Master back then. The Golden Lion King is the old department of the Nangong Sect Master, and I will use the feelings of the old man to say that the Nangong Sect Master killed Yuanzhen, and what do you think?"

Then he said, "The master must know the Nangong Sect Master?"

The yellow-faced old monk said: "Naturally, if the old man didn't know the great hero Nangong Batian, how could he become a one-eyed person?

Zhang Wuji secretly shouted: "Oops, terrible." ”

From his words, one of the eyes of this old monk was bad in the hands of Nangong Batian, and the three of his brothers and sisters had been sitting in Zen for more than 30 years, and they had worked hard to avenge this revenge.

The yellow-faced old monk suddenly let out a clear whistle and said: "Sect Leader Zhang, the old man is known as Doom, this white-faced junior brother is Fa Ming Du, this black-faced junior brother is Fa name Dutrio." Since Nangong Batian is dead, the deep hatred of the three of us has to fall on the current sect leader. Our teacher and nephew, Kongjian and Kongxu, both died at the hands of your sect, since you have come here, you have no fear, and you have made a decision for decades of grievances and grievances. ”

Zhang Wuji said: "The younger generation and your faction have no Liang Zi, and this time I came to rescue the golden lion king Xie Daxia. Although the monk of the empty sight was injured by mistake for the golden lion king, there are quite twists and turns, as for the death of the monk of emptiness, it has nothing to do with our sect. ”

The white-faced old monk said, "According to you, who harms emptiness?"

Zhang Wuji frowned and said, "As far as the younger generation knows, the Void Divine Monk is a samurai who died at the hands of the Ruyang Mansion of the Imperial Court. ”

Crossing the Tribulation: "Who led the warriors of the Ruyang Palace?"

Zhang Wuji: "The daughter of the King of Ruyang, Han name Zhao Min." ”

Catastrophe: "I heard Yuan Zhenyan say, this woman has joined hands with your sect all the way, she betrayed the king and betrayed her father, and joined the Ming Sect, is this true or false?"

He was aggressive, one step at a time, and Zhang Wuji had to say: "Yes, she...... She's ...... now. Now the darkness has been forsaken and the light has been turned to the light. ”

Du Zheng said loudly: "It is Xie Xun of the Golden Retriever Lion King of the Demon Sect who kills the void, and it is Zhao Min of the Demon Sect who kills the void. This Zhao Min even broke through the Shaolin Temple and captured the disciples of our temple, and the most unforgivable thing is that he engraved insulting words on the sixteen Arhat statues in this temple. Coupled with one of my brother's eyes, the three of us together have been in dry meditation for a hundred years. Sect Leader Zhang, this account is not settled with you, but who should be counted with you?"

Zhang Wuji sighed, thinking that since he admitted to containing Zhao Min, her past evils were only contracted on herself, as for the grudge between the Nangong Sect Master and the Golden Retriever Lion King back then, until today, what the Tribulation said is good, if I don't take responsibility, who will bear it?

He straightened up and said loudly: "Since the three old Zen masters said so, there is no escape from the juniors, and all the sins should be borne by the juniors alone." However, the Golden Retriever Lion King injured the Kongjian Monk, and there were countless hardships, and he asked the three old Zen masters to forgive him. ”

Du Er said: "Why do you dare to intercede for Xie Xun? Can't I kill you with three senior brothers?"

Zhang Wuji thought that things had come to this point, so he could only struggle, and then said: "The younger generation is one against three, and it is never the opponent of three, please teach the old Zen master?"

Tribulation: "We fight alone, and we are not sure of defeating you, and this kind of blood feud can't pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes." Good devil, come down and die, Amitabha!"

As soon as he announced the Buddha's name, the two monks said in unison: "My Buddha is merciful!" Three black ropes flew up and rolled towards him.

Zhang Wuji's body sank, and he jumped down from between the three black ropes, his feet had not yet touched the ground, and his body had changed his body shape and rushed over. The left palm of the crossing suddenly flipped out and struck at his lower abdomen, Zhang Wuji turned around to unload his strength, and at this moment, the two black ropes of the doom and the tribulation were rolled at the same time.

Zhang Wuji slipped around half a circle, and the left palm of the tragedy slammed over, Zhang Wuji saw the move between the three pine trees, and slashed out with one palm and slashed towards the crossing. Du Er turned his head sideways to avoid it, but he still hit him in the face, but it was a faint pain, and he shouted: "Good boy!"

The black rope trembled, turned into two circles, and went under the cover of Zhang Wuji's head, Zhang Wuji avoided the rope circle and rushed towards the catastrophe. The more he fought, the more frightened he became, and under the agitation of the three black ropes and the three palms, it seemed to gradually condense into glue. He had never encountered such a strong opponent, and when he fought to more than 200 moves, he became only defensive and not attacking, in order to protect himself.

He thought to himself: "If you continue to fight, you can only give your life, let's get out for the time being today, and wait to make an appointment with the Eagle King, Yang Zuo Envoy, Fan Right Envoy, and Wei Bat King, the five of us will work together to defeat the three monks, and then come to rescue the Golden Retriever Lion King." ”

At the moment, Xiang Du'e made three quick moves, and was about to grab out of the circle, but the circle composed of three black ropes was already similar to an iron wall, and he hit several times, but he was blocked back, and he couldn't get out. He was shocked in his heart: "It turns out that the three monks join hands, as if they are one and have the same mind, can anyone in the world really do it?"

How do he know that the three monks have sat in the dry meditation for more than 30 years, and the greatest effort is to use it on the heart-to-heart communication, one person moves the idea, and the other two immediately understand, this kind of telepathy is very mysterious, but the three of them have been in the room for more than 30 years, and they are dedicated to practicing induction, and their minds are as one, which is not a strange thing.

He thought again: "In this way, even if I invite the Eagle King and several other masters to come with me, I may not be able to break through the strong wall formed by the three of them. Could it be that the Golden Lion King can't be rescued after all, and I'm going to be trapped here today?"

He was in a hurry, his spirit was slightly scattered, and his shoulder was instantly swept by the five fingers of the catastrophe, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, thinking: "The golden lion king has been arrogant all his life, and since he has fallen into the hands of others, he will never defend himself with a word." ”

At that moment, he said loudly: "Three old Zen masters, the younger generation is trapped today, and it is difficult to protect their lives, and the eldest husband will die if he dies, what is the way to go? There is one thing that must be explained......

Whirring twice, two black ropes attacked from the left and right respectively, Zhang Wuji flicked left and right, dissolved the black rope, and continued: "The name of the Yuan Zhen layman is called Cheng Kun, and the nickname is the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Hand......"

The three monks believed that Mingjiao was a demon sect that did no evil, and the leader of Mingjiao was a great harm to the world, seeing that he was under siege and could not get out of trouble, he just took the opportunity to get rid of it, which was really immeasurable merit.

Zhang Wuji continued, how Cheng Kun planned to destroy the Ming Sect, how to kill Nangong Batian, how to kill Xie Xun's entire family, how to force Xie Xun to kill people indiscriminately, how to worship Kongjian as a teacher, how to induce Kongjian to suffer Xie Xun's thirteen punches, how to lose his trust, and how to end up with hatred. The more Du Er and the other three monks listened, the more frightened they became, these things seemed to be incredible, but everything was reasonable, all of them were in accordance with the festival, and the black rope in Du E's hand first eased down.

Zhang Wuji said again: "The younger generation doesn't know how the Nangong Sect Master has a feud with Master Du'er, but I'm afraid that there are traitors among them to stir up right and wrong, and most of this person is true." Master Doom might as well reflect on the past and confirm whether the younger generation is lying or not?"

Du Er snorted, stopped talking, bowed his head and muttered: "This also makes some sense, Lao Kun and Nangong Batian have a feud, this Cheng Kun has made a lot of efforts for me, and then he wants to worship Lao Qu as a teacher, Lao Qu has never accepted disciples, so he was recommended to worship under the door of Kongjian's master and nephew, so that is what he deliberately arranged?"

Zhang Wuji: "Not only that, but now he covets the position of the head of the Shaolin Temple, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, recruiting henchmen, conspiring and plotting, and harming the monks of Kongwen......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden rumbling sound, and a huge boulder rolled down the slope on the left, rushing between the three pine trees. Doom shouted, "Who is it?"

The black rope swung and snapped twice, hitting the cobblestone, only to make the stone chips dance privately. A figure suddenly sprang out from behind the cobblestone, and quickly pounced on Zhang Wuji, the cold light flashed, and a short knife stabbed him in the throat.

This time it was extremely abrupt, Zhang Wuji was trying his best to block the black rope and fist of the two monks who crossed the catastrophe and the disaster, but he didn't prevent someone from suddenly sneaking attack, only to feel the sound of the wind in the dark, the tip of the short blade had pierced the throat, and the body stabbed obliquely to the side in the crisis, and with a snort, the tip of the knife had cut a large slit in the clothes on his chest. This person missed a blow, and covered himself with a big stone, and had already rolled out of the circle of the three monks and black ropes.

Zhang Wuji secretly shouted: "It's so dangerous!" and shouted: "Cheng Kun thief, if you have a kind, you will confront me, do you want to kill people and kill people?"

The stab of the short knife just now, although he didn't see the human form clearly, but with the speed of the opponent's body, the ruthlessness of the shot, and the strength of the force, there is no one else except Cheng Kun at the moment. The three black ropes of the three Shaolin monks were like three big hands, stretched out and rolled up the boulder, and with a wave of it, the boulder was lifted up and straight out, but Cheng Kun had already gone down the mountain far away.

Watari asked, "Is it really Yuanzhen?"

He said, "It is indeed him." ”

Du Er said: "If he is not a thief, why ......"