"Tick-tock... Tick tock..."

A drop of blood flowed out from between the hands of the yellow-clothed monk.

Cheng Kun looked at Zhang Sanfeng, a white-eyed Taoist standing in the air not far away, and there was no longer any fighting intent in his eyes.

He only felt like a clown jumping off the beam now.

At that moment just now, in the eyes of ordinary people, Zhang Sanfeng just slashed out an illusory sword light dozens of zhang long and waved it at the ground, and the picture was even a little ethereal.

It doesn't feel murderous.

But as soon as Cheng Kun entered the battlefield, he only took one of the thousands of qi machines at the very edge, and he was almost seriously injured.

If it weren't for his quick reaction at the last moment, when the True Martial Sword Qi was about to slash through his chest and heart, he narrowly avoided it.

I am afraid that now he will be like these thousands of Mongolian soldiers, lying on the streets, wailing and wailing.

It's no longer a question of whether you can stop it.

In the depths of Cheng Kun's eyes, horror even rose.

It's like a bird compared to a kunpeng, and an ant is compared to an elephant.

How can it be compared!

The Taoist walked in the dust, and the silver hair at the ends of his hair was like snow.

Seeing Cheng Kun, who was not advancing or retreating, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly.

Then he once again raised the illusory True Martial Immortal Sword in his hand.

Seeing the actions made by the white-eyed Taoist in front of him, Cheng Kun's cold hair stood on end, the alarm bell was loud, he didn't even think about it in his mind, he used the true qi of his whole body to use light skills, and rushed madly into the distance!

He doesn't want to die!

As for the discussion with the King of Ruyang just now, that's a fart!

Does life matter?

In less than a moment, the yellow-clothed Daoist had already fled dozens of zhang away.

But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't swing the sword as fast as Zhang Sanfeng!

A wisp of cold air came from all directions, enveloping Cheng Kun.

Cold sweat slid down the yellow-clothed monk's cheeks, and he could clearly feel in his heart that the qi behind him was getting closer and closer.

A sense of despair haunted Cheng Kun's heart.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Cheng Kun gritted his teeth and stopped, and with a long roar, the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Palm slapped the sword-like true qi behind him!

"Huh?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the place where the smoke and dust were not far away, revealing some curiosity.

Others can't see through the dust and see the scene inside, but he is different.

For the scene inside, Zhang Sanfeng saw it clearly.

"Interesting... In this capital, there are still such figures. ”

"Sure enough, it deserves to be the capital of a country, and the heritage is still there."

A trace of jealousy flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, a bald old man with a rough face and a strong body, wearing tantric clothes on his body, with luxurious jewels hanging around his neck, and a thick and long gold pestle hanging from his waist, holding Cheng Kun in one hand and saluting in the other, looked at Zhang Sanfeng not far away.

"The poor monk has seen Zhang Zhenren and admired it for a long time."

The old man threw Cheng Kun back in his hand and looked at the white-eyed Taoist not far away with a solemn expression.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, and his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"This master, I don't know who you are."

"Why did you stop Lao Dao and kill this thief?"

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng raised his palm and bent his fingers to point at Cheng Kun on the ground.

The old Taoist priest knew Cheng Kun lying on the ground like a dead dog.

If it shows that the people in the church act without scruples, but there is some merit.

That hybrid thunderbolt Cheng Kun has been doing evil from beginning to end.

He did all kinds of bad things, but the mask of disguise was not torn at all, and finally hid in the Shaolin Temple to stir up the storm, and he also colluded with Yuan Ting, which is inextricably linked.

Xie Xun raided his house and destroyed his family, and he lost his conscience, which is inseparable from him, who is a master.

Such a wicked person, it is perfect to slap him to death.

It's just that what Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect was that someone actually blocked it.

And this old man who is like a monk is very unusual.

"The old monk I have lived in the capital for a long time, and I don't live in the world, and it is normal that Zhang Daochang doesn't know me."

"But when it comes to family teachers, real people must have an impression."

Speaking of this, the old monk's originally rugged face showed a trace of sadness.

"Poor monk Darba, family teacher Mongolian national teacher, Golden Wheel Dharma King."

After Darba introduced himself, he clasped his palms together again and saluted Zhang Sanfeng.

"I don't know the junior sister Guo Xiang that my teacher accepted before his death, can Zhang Zhenren see her for the last time?"

The old Taoist priest, who had an ordinary complexion and was as detached as an immortal, finally changed his face.

The things buried deep in my heart are suddenly mentioned after a long time, and they will still give birth to a little melancholy.

The young girl who was as bright as a cong rose in Zhang Sanfeng's heart again, evoking memories from a long time ago.

"Miss Guo, she should be doing well."

"Founded the Emei faction and taught his disciples all his life, which can be regarded as the end of his life..."

After losing his mind for a moment, the astringent words came out of the mouth of the old Taoist priest.

"That's right..."

"It's also to blame the old monk that I was stupid and useless back then, and I couldn't inherit the mantle of the old man from the master..."

"Otherwise, with Master's superb martial arts, why would he end up like this!"

When Darba heard Zhang Sanfeng's reply, his eyebrows lowered, and he sighed softly.

At that time, Darba was born with divine powers, but he was mentally flawed, and although he encountered adventures later and was able to make up for it, it was still too late after all.

The dead are gone, and they can no longer be found.

"Well, the past is over, and bringing it up again will only add to the troubles."

"The poor monk is not talented, he is the current national teacher of Dayuan, I don't know why Zhang Zhenren came down the mountain this time?"

Darba shook his head, no longer continued to reminisce, took out the golden pestle on his waist with his backhand, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng in mid-air, his eyes raised a solemn color.

"Since the master doesn't want to mention it again, let's not mention it."

Zhang Sanfeng also sighed and retracted his thoughts.

"The land of the Central Plains is now full of smoke."

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yuan Ting's qi is exhausted."

"Old Taoist, I don't want to see the world full of wars, so I came down the mountain to this capital."

"I want to ask Emperor Yuan to abdicate on his own!"

The shocking words came out of Zhang Sanfeng's mouth, and Darba on the other side was silent, looking up at this white-eyed Taoist with a serious face.

"Zhang Zhenren has already decided?"

"If this is the case, then the poor monk and the real person can only meet each other."

Darba clenched the golden pestle in his hand and said with some regret.

"I originally thought that there was no one in this world who could talk about the Tao, but after seeing Zhang Zhenren, Darba knew that he was short-sighted."

"If you can, the poor monk really wants to discuss martial arts with Zhang Zhenren."

The monk felt pity and looked at Zhang Sanfeng sincerely.

"Why did the master say this?"

The white-eyed Daoist showed a battle intent in his eyes.

"The way of martial arts can not only be discussed by sitting together."

"Seeing the true chapter at the bottom of your hand, it's not the way to talk about the Tao!"

When the monk heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"What Zhang Zhenren said is reasonable, it's the old monk who has my name."

The real air swirled, and the golden light covered the body of the golden pestle.

Darba held the golden pestle in his hand, jumped into the air, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng not far away.

"Zhang Zhenren, please!"