"Do you know what you're talking about, old man?"

"Old man, you're looking for death!"

"Old man, squat down and beg for mercy immediately, but spare you from dying!"

Zhang Bangfeng stroked his beard and laughed: "Dolls, let's disperse, call your adults out, don't bully the great-grandchildren!" ”

Rumble!

This completely beat the people of five buckets of rice.

Great-great-grandchildren.

I've never seen such a bully.

Others scold people by calling them grandsons.

He jumped directly to the great-grandson.

It's too much!

"Old man, you're going to die, you're going to die ugly!" A second-grade master who is considered a leader has a hideous face, and the hand holding the sword is about to stab him.

Zhang Shanfeng said with a smile: "What Lao Dao said is the truth, Lao Dao is a hundred years old today, if you take action against you dolls, it is really a bully!" ”

"Arrogance!"

"Ridiculous!"

A hundred years old, they don't have five buckets of rice for a hundred years.

He is an old man who dares to say that he is more than 100 years old.

Then you won't be able to cultivate to the sky.

Fool whom.

They also want to come to their five buckets of rice to fool us.

"Kill him, Hugh is talking nonsense!"

The crowd only felt that it was a humiliation of their intelligence.

They all swung their swords and stabbed at them.

Zhang Sanfeng's body was vertical, and he jumped high to the top of the wall of the Wudou Mijiao Mountain Gate.

Then with a laugh, the figure disappeared there and flew into the mountain gate.

"Oops, this old man is so relaxed, enter the mountain gate, chase after him!"

"Damn, he should have been killed a long time ago!"

The people of the Five Doumi Sect re-entered the mountain gate one after another, and chased in.

But how can their martial arts be as profound and clever as Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng saved the idea of letting these juniors die.

Ye Qing's purpose was to destroy the Five Doumi Sect, as long as he killed their high-level and burned the mountain gate of this sect in one fire.

So Zhang Sanfeng flew directly to the main hall.

The door to the main hall slammed shut.

"Who!"

The five-bucket rice high-level in the main hall had just gathered.

was also shocked when someone broke into it suddenly.

After seeing Zhang Sanfeng clearly, they drank loudly.

Zhang Sanfeng swept towards the people in the hall.

"Good, seven adults are there."

After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's figure moved, Tiyun made a move, and his body was spiritually to the side of a fourth-grade master.

"So fast!"

This four-grade master didn't react yet, and he was hit by Zhang Sanfeng's palm.

There are a total of 36 strokes of the cotton palm, the technique is mainly palm, the operation stretches like cotton, the action is continuous and continuous, the palm runs into a ring, the strength requires internal strength, the external softness, and the outbreak is fast and fast.

It seems to be a light palm, but it is weak.

But a touch.

Infinite power is pouring in.

In a hurry, the fourth-rank master was knocked away and hit the pillar of the temple hard.

Then he vomited three pins of blood in a row, and then died of death.

Silk!

So domineering!

Killed a fourth-rank martial artist with one palm.

This old man can still be supreme.

However, at this time, Yijing didn't have a chance to think about the people of the Wudoumi Sect.

Ye Qing and Zhang Sanfeng either don't open the killing ring, once they are killed, they will definitely be killed.

His palms are continuous and continuous, and his body is still shaped like flowing water, and like splashing ink and lifting a pen.

The figure jumped around flexibly.

In the latter set of cotton palms slapped.

In the hall, everyone who didn't have time to dodge in a hurry only let out a scream, and they all died with one palm.

The elders and deacons of the Five Doumi Sect in the hall hid in horror.

After Zhang Sanfeng stopped where he should have been sitting.

The whole temple was in shambles.

Twelve corpses lay across the ground.

"You...... Who exactly? ”

The people of Wudoumi kept searching for the names of the world's masters in their minds.

But I can't find anything like Zhang Sanfeng.

It is impossible to have less big weeks.

Wudangmen!

It seems that the call is not quite qualified.

Because Wudangmen is a big block weaker than the big Saturday faction.

There is only one master of the Five Realms in the door.

There are also many other masters.

Where do you dare to come to five buckets of rice and scatter wild.

You can kill people in the four-rank realm with one shot, I'm afraid you don't have the strength of more than seven grades.

Such a supreme, I'm afraid that Da Zhou can't afford it.

"Old Dao Wudang Zhang Sanfeng!"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves.

He looked at the people of the Five Doumi Sect with high spirits.

"Wudang! Impossible, you don't have such a strong person, your Excellency dares to do it, what kind of hero is it! ”

"That's it! For the old disrespect, he still wants to fool us! ”

"Hahaha, how many times does the old Tao have to say it before anyone believes it!" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said:

"Lao Dao is more than 100 years old, and has eaten more salt than you great-grandchildren, so he will not know that you are procrastinating.

I think it's time for your head and the Five Grades Realm to arrive! ”

Five buckets of rice, everyone heard the words, and everyone changed color.

One is angry, a hundred years old, and if you don't brag, you will die.

He also called us great-grandchildren, and the old thief didn't want to make a face!

The old man actually saw through their plan, and sure enough, he was old and fine.

Don't wait for them to think about anything else.

Zhang Sanfeng stomped under his feet, and a sword rose on the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng grabbed it with his hand, and then moved his body to kill the nearest enemy.

The people of the Five Doumi Sect shouted one after another: "Stand back, don't disperse!" ”

These fourth- and third-grade masters of the Wudoumi Sect all retreated, relied on each other, and let Zhang Sanfeng sneak attack.

But Zhang Sanfenghao didn't care.

After stepping lightly on the ground, he spit out a small sentence: "Tai Chi swordsmanship!" ”

Zhang Sanfeng was in mid-air, wielding the sword in his hand.

The fifty-four styles of Tai Chi swordsmanship, the rapid dance of flowing clouds and flowing water.

I saw that he was left and right, front and back, full of sword light and remnant sword shadows.

A gossip Pisces diagram also emerged with the increase of broken swords.

The people of the Five Doumi Sect were all shocked.

The buzzing of melon seeds.

"This is Qishan Pavilion's Mental Law Array!"

"Not good! It's a sword formation! Disperse! ”

A well-informed fourth-grade elder let out a loud shout, and then rushed out of the door frame and crashed out.

Holding the sword in the void and carving the array with the sword, this cliff is a trick that the old immortal of Qishan Pavilion can play.

"Go!"

Zhang Sanfeng landed in a chic manner, like a young woman in the Man Dance landing gently, very light.

And the sword in Zhang Sanfeng's hand is constantly transforming, two in one life, two in three, and three in ten thousand swords.

All the swords stabbed through.

"Puff puff ......"

A flash of white light.

Then the blood mist floated one after another.

Then one by one the figures crashed into the door frame behind them.

Then he flew out and fell on the bluestone slab or white marble railing.

The disciples of the Middle and Grassroots Five Dou Mi Sect who had just chased after him and wanted to rush stopped their steps one after another.

Then, as if they had seen a ghost, they collectively showed a horrified expression!

How big and how big the eyes are.

Looking into the hall, the corpses in the hall were in a mess, except for Zhang Sanfeng, who was silver-haired in a Taoist robe.

In the absence of a living mouth.

Seven elders, eighty percent of the deacons, all dead.

He was killed by an old man.

And it's too fast.

"This ...... This......! ”

This group of first-class, first-grade, and second-grade five-bucket rice disciples looked frightened and twitched their throats.

The body leans back unnaturally.

The legs are also gently moved back.