The wind rope formed by the air flow quickly rushed towards Hebi Weng, making him retreat again and again, and he didn't even care about Zhang Wuji in his hand, and was almost broken free by Zhang Wuji.

Seeing that this kid almost broke free, Hebi Weng was shocked and angry, but he was bound by the wind rope and had no way to untie it, so he could only say to Zhang Sanfeng's angry threat:

"Zhang Sanfeng! Don't you want the life of your disciple?! ”

Hebi Weng was trembling with anger now, and his expression was full of fear.

He came from the Western Regions this time, but he heard that Wudang Zhang Cuishan had returned, so he moved his mind and wanted to come to Wudang to fish in troubled waters to see if he could find out the whereabouts of the Dragon Slayer Knife.

But I didn't expect to almost put myself in.

Zhang Sanfeng stood in the void, looked at the incompetent and furious Hebi Weng, just sneered, and said:

"With you, you can't threaten Lao Dao."

After speaking, with a wave of his sleeves, an air flow rose in an instant, rolled Xiao Wuji directly, and gently placed it in front of Zhang Cuishan Yin Susu and his wife who were worried, and then pointed out, endless thunder shone in it, a thunderbolt mixed with purple light, as thick as a bucket, instantly pointed out along Zhang Sanfeng's fingertips, and rushed straight towards Hebi Weng!

He Bi Weng was entangled in the wind rope and couldn't move, he could only watch the thunder light shine in front of him, revealing a look of horror.

Then, under the endless electric light, it turned into flying ashes and drifted away with the wind, leaving not a trace of residue left.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing in the air and bathed in thunder, had just fallen to the ground, Zhang Wuji, who was in shock, was directly stunned.

Song Yuanqiao and the others next to him were about to stare out, in their impression, the one who flew away from the sky and the earth, the imperial envoy thundered, that was not a martial artist, that was an immortal!

Zhang Sanfeng's youngest disciple, Mo Shenggu swallowed his saliva, he also likes to read those biographical novels in his spare time, in Mo Shenggu's impression, at this moment, his master Zhang Sanfeng has coincided with those mythical immortals, and even surpassed them, so he trembled and asked Zhang Sanfeng, who had a slight beard in the air:

"Master, you're old... Isn't it possible to become an immortal? ”

"This supernatural power... It's too unbelievable, isn't it?! ”

Seeing everyone's expressions, Zhang Sanfeng shrugged his white eyebrows slightly, stepped out of the void of the main hall, and returned to the place where he stood before, waved his robe, and said with a light smile:

"I'll mention this matter later, calculate the time, and the guests should arrive."

"We naturally can't neglect it, others in the province think that I am Wudang Mountain, and I am not considerate!"

After speaking, the white-eyed Taoist with a childish face took the first step, carried his hands behind his back, and went straight out of the Wudang Palace, on the top of the peak, waiting for the factions to climb the mountain!

The rest of Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Cuishan and others, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other, and the look of joy on their faces is full, especially Zhang Cuishan, seeing that the master exerted his great power and rescued his son who was taken away by the traitor, he immediately committed suicide, put Xiao Wuji down, entrusted it to his wife Yin Susu next to him, and then followed the brothers and sisters to step forward, followed behind Zhang Sanfeng, and quietly waited for the factions to come to the door.

Time passed, and within a moment, the large and small sects led by Shaolin, Kunlun, Emei, and Kongtong successively arrived at the top of the Wudang Golden Dome, and when they saw Zhang Sanfeng and others standing outside the Zixiao Palace, their robes were flying, and their faces were shocked.

If you really want to count it, these large and small sects, only one of them really came to celebrate their birthday, and the rest of the sects, more or less, have some different thoughts.

And among these sects, when Kunlun and Kongtong went up the mountain, they also untied their weapons and gave Wudang Mountain enough face.

Zhang Sanfeng naturally won't worry too much about them.

There are really grievances, and there is only one Shaolin.

The seventy-two lives of the Longmen Dart Bureau are also related to Wudang Mountain, although it is not Zhang Cuishan's hand, but it is inseparable from Yin Susu.

If Zhang Sanfeng wants to protect Zhang Cuishan's family, he is bound to compete with Shaolin Temple today!

This is an indisputable fact.

Therefore, when the three Shaolin Temple empty news, empty wisdom, and emptiness just stepped into the Wudang Golden Dome Palace, Zhang Sanfeng didn't even say a polite word, and directly stepped forward and said loudly to the three Shaolin monks and the large and small sects behind him:

"If you come here today, you are sincerely congratulating me on my birthday, then the old man is very welcome."

"Today is a day of great joy in the poor road, so if you don't use martial arts, everyone can enjoy yourself, if you want to discuss the grievances and killings in the martial arts, it is too unknown."

"Everyone's kindness, the old Taoist has received it, I think, you have come all the way to celebrate your birthday, and you don't specifically want to provoke me Wudang and make trouble, right?!"

After the last sentence was spoken, except for Emei, the faces of the people present changed more or less, and they went up the mountain together, didn't they just want to force Zhang Cuishan Xie Xun to find out the whereabouts of Xie Xun, and want to know the news of the Dragon Slayer Knife?

Zhang Sanfeng played this play, but it made it difficult for everyone to speak, after all, they were at a loss first, and if they continued to be aggressive, they would inevitably fall behind.

Therefore, after Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, the Kunlun faction Xihuazi, He Taichong, and the five elders of Kongtong all set their eyes on the three Shaolin monks.

If you really want to talk about it, only Shaolin can be reasonable.

After hearing this, the three Shaolin monks looked at each other, and then Kongwen stepped forward, clasped his palms together at Zhang Sanfeng, and said:

"Amitabha! The poor monk heard about it and saw Zhang Zhenren. ”

"What Zhang Zhenren said, the poor monk and the two junior disciples also heard it."

"Zhang Zhenren's expectations are not bad, my senior brother came today, firstly, to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday, and secondly, to give me more than 70 lives of the Shaolin faction and seek justice!"

"The poor monk didn't ask Zhang Wuxia about the whereabouts of your righteous brother Xie Xun today, and he didn't want to know any news about the dragon slaying knife, he just wanted to ask Zhang Wuxia, I have more than 70 lives in the Shaolin Longmen Dart Bureau, do you really have nothing to do with Zhang Wuxia?!"

Hearing Kongwen's question, Zhang Cuishan's face changed slightly.

He really can't get rid of these lives.

Just when Zhang Cuishan was about to step forward to explain and excuse himself, Zhang Sanfeng next to him flicked his sleeves, and a piece of gold ingots was thrown forward violently and smashed in front of everyone in the Shaolin faction!

"Since the monk has said this, then the old Taoist I also want to ask, is it the strong vajra finger of your sect that left a fingerprint on this gold ingot?"

"The world knows, this King Kong finger power is Shaolin peerless, my three apprentices were injured under your sect's peerless school, paralyzed in bed for ten years, depressed, only recently by the old Tao I found a good cure successfully, according to the words of the monks, the old way I should also go to the Shaolin Temple, for my apprentice to come to seek justice?!"

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he took a step forward suddenly, and every sentence pierced into the hearts of the Shaolin monks like sharp needles, making their faces change suddenly.

Zhang Sanfeng knew in his heart that Yu Daiyan was indeed not injured by Shaolin, but as the saying goes, everything must be accounted for, and his remarks were completely to force the three monks opposite.

Because it is impossible for them to admit that their school has been stolen, they can only be speechless and anxious.

Among the three monks, it is the highest in empty wisdom martial arts, and the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin have eleven inheritances, so after hearing Zhang Sanfeng's aggressive tone, he couldn't help his temper anymore, and even shouted angrily:

"Zhang Zhenren! Since you and I both have grievances and entanglements, and the details are not clear, then you might as well see the high and low under your hands! ”

"I am the three monks of Shaolin, I have heard the prestige of Wudang Sanfeng real people for a long time, and I specially asked for advice today, and I hope that I will not hesitate to teach Sanfeng real people!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden internal force instantly covered the palms of Kongzhi, and rushed straight towards Zhang Sanfeng's front door!

It is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin - the powerful King Kong palm!