Just when Tang Jiafan was about to die in Puzang's palm, Tang Jiatang gradually woke up, and the hazy scene in front of him couldn't distinguish the near scene, but the scene of the master's soul-cutting sword was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it can be concluded that the person who fell must be his senior brother Tang Jiafan, so a belief rushed into his mind, and he burst out of the potential in his body, and flew to Puzang with the only little energy left in his body, the speed was so fast that no one could match, accompanied by true qi around his body, He shouted loudly, "Holy Dragon Blasting Palm." ”

At the same time, after hearing only a loud noise, Puzang spat blood and fell to the ground, so Tang Jiatang fell into a coma again and collapsed to the ground, and Puzang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "Today, the poor monk was broken by your old thing for the second time, and it was you who made the Shaolin faction so embarrassed, although you are the head of the Ghost Domain Sword Sect, but you can't stop the poor monk from breaking your body into thousands of pieces and breaking you to pieces." ”

After Puzang finished speaking, he staggered towards Tang Jiatang, and at this time, Tang Jiafan stood up weakly and blocked in front of Tang Jiatang, and pointed with the Soul Cutting Sword: "Master Puzang, if you dare to continue to hurt Huang Seniors today, then you will be the enemy of my entire Fengshan Sect and the Ghost Domain Sword Sect." ”

Fu Renzuo was too seriously injured, so he could only lie on the ground, but he still responded: "And my Golden Daomen." ”

Puzang laughed: "The three small sects and factions also dare to challenge Shaolin, even the entire martial arts can't compete with my Shaolin, just the three of you?" ”

When Puzang said these words, all the heads present heard it very clearly, although no one showed a voice, but there was a trace of displeasure in their hearts, only to see Puzang take two steps forward, then fell to the ground, and scolded: "Yellow prisoner, you old thing, the poor monk's body protection skills...... I have only been broken three times in my life, but today! It was broken twice in a day's effort, and the poor monk will definitely avenge today's broken work, and one day he will raze the Fengshan faction and the ghost domain sword faction to ......" The voice did not fall, and I saw Puzang a mouthful of blood gushing out immediately, at this time Puzang had been helped up by the little monk under his command, but Puzang still walked forward with difficulty, wanting to step forward and kill Tang Jiatang, who was lying on the ground and was already unconscious.

At this moment, I heard a deep voice from outside the main hall.

"Amitabha, junior disciple of Puzang, don't fight with others anymore." I saw a kind monk with two little monks walking into the Wudang Hall, and then walked straight to Puzang, and said: "Senior Brother Puzang, why are you suffering? ”

Puzang said loudly: "Senior Brother Pukuan, help me kill those three people, the one with the soul sword in his hand, the one with the golden armor, and the one with the golden knife at the end. ”

Pu Kuan shook his head, sighed and said, "Hey! Senior Brother Puzang, when will you understand! At the beginning, it was because you knew that you had killed too much and had too much anger, so you worshiped under the Shaolin sect, hoping to make yourself forget the heart of killing, reduce your own anger, and use Buddhism to change your behavior. How can you be worthy of the master? Senior Brother Puzang, let's go back to Shaolin, and let these people in the world solve all things! Didn't we all see through the red dust before escaping under this Shaolin Gate? ”

Fuzo closed his eyes tightly after hearing his brother's reprimand, as if he didn't want to see what was happening in front of him.

Pu Kuan continued to persuade: "Senior Brother Puzang, let's go, let go of all these illusions. ”

Puzang opened his eyes at this time, looked at Tang Jiatang and Fu Renzuo, who were seriously injured by himself and lying on the ground, as well as Tang Jiafan, who was seriously injured in front of him, and then looked at all the heads of the people present, lowered his head in shame, and said softly: "Senior Brother Pukuan, let's go back to Shaolin!" ”

Pu Kuan finally relaxed his nervous mood and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Puzang, this is the real you." ”

Puzang turned to Taixu Zhenren and said: "Zhenren, Shaolin will no longer ask about the leader of the martial arts alliance, and as for who is the sect and faction that takes the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, the poor monk will no longer ask." ”

After saying that, Pukuan and Puzang and his party of monks left the Wudang faction in a hurry, and after the strong enemy of Shaolin left, the other several major sects present could not hold the joy in their hearts.

Due to the severity of the injuries, Tang Jiafan, Tang Jiatang, and Fu Renzuo were all unconscious, so Taixu Zhenren ordered his little disciple to carry the three to the back hall and wait for healing.

Lone Goshawk secretly complained about himself, why was he so anxious before, why was he the first to take the stage, now there is no Shaolin, there is no Fengshan, there is no Ghost Sword Sect, there is no Jinjiamen, it can be said that now the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance belongs to him, but he has been defeated by Shaolin Puzang before, and now what excuse is there! Can you justifiably re-enter the stage and seize the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance? But after all, he is the head of a faction, and he can't be untrustworthy, it seems that now he can only watch the head of another faction sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman, hey! What a regret for not being at the beginning!

Just when the lonely goshawk was full of remorse in his heart, the Jiugong Toutuo of the Jiugong Mountain Sect walked to the center of the main hall, opened his teeth and danced his claws, and said: "You can't interrupt the martial arts conference because of that small episode just now, such a big thing as choosing the leader of the alliance, I propose to continue, I don't know which head here wants to learn martial arts with me?" Please list ......"

Suddenly, Taixu Zhenren interrupted Jiugong Toutuo's words and said with a smile: "Poor Dao thinks that there is no need for this, right?" Because the fight just now is already the highest competition in the world today, there is no need to continue to repeat the competition at a lower level. ”

Jiugong Toutuo was dissatisfied: "Zhenren, you have already said just now, whoever has strong martial arts can be qualified for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, but just now several of them have already lost, and the master of Shaolin's Puzang has also left Wudang, then you should continue to compete, right, the heads of the family are right." ”

After hearing this, Taixu Zhenren stood up, walked up to Jiugong Toutuo, and said with a serious expression: "Poor Dao asks you, how does your martial arts compare with the Yellow Prisoner of the Ghost Domain Sword Sect?" ”

Jiugongtoutuo shook his head, indicating that it was too late.

Taixu Zhenren continued: "How does it compare to Tang Jiafan, the head of the Fengshan faction? ”

Jiu Gongtou hesitated slightly, thinking.

Taixu Zhenren saw it and said with a smile: "It seems that you know it in your heart and have self-knowledge, so why bother to look foreign?" Then the Taixu Zhenren glared at Jiu Gong Toutuo with angry eyes, and Jiu Gong Toutuo was suddenly overwhelmed by the strong momentum of the Taixu Zhenren, although the Taixu Zhenren was not good at martial arts, but Jiu Gong Toutuo did not know, so he was shocked by the identity, status, reputation, and prestige of the Taixu Zhenren, and was stunned for a while and said: "Everything is up to the real person." After saying that, Jiugongtoutuo returned to his seat.