Zhang Sanfeng is more than 100 years old, although his skills are profound, his complexion and spirit are good, but his long beard and white hair look like he is seventy or eighty years old, coupled with his unpredictable kung fu that has just been revealed, he is quite respected by the four Taoist priests and Guo Jing.

Guo Jing also confessed his identity before he started with the four Taoist priests, but the four Taoist priests believed that Guo Jing was here to stir up trouble, and his words calling himself "Guo Jing" were only fake names and surnames, and they didn't believe it, so they directly started their blades.

Now Zhang Sanfeng, the old man, also said that Guo Jing was Guo Jing, and also called him Guo Daxia, which made the four Taoist priests suspicious, and the young Taoist priest was a little shallow, and he subconsciously exclaimed.

The elder Taoist priest glared at him, stepped forward and saluted Guo Jing with a fist: "Your Excellency is really Guo Daxia?" ”

Guo Jing has a generous and honest personality, although he has just been provoked by these Taoist priests who dance swords without saying a word, but his words are still quite restrained, and his tone is not gunpowder: "This Taoist brother is indeed Guo Jing of Peach Blossom Island, please introduce Qiu Zhenren to see it." ”

"This ......"

Four Taoist priests, you look at me, I look at you, and I can't make up my mind for a while.

Seeing Guo Jing and Yang Guo, Zhang Sanfeng already knew when he was at the moment, and knew that at this moment, the Quanzhen Sect had been invaded by the Mongolian prince Huo Du, and the situation was critical. ”

Zhang Sanfeng said that he took a little false step, and his figure floated away.

When Guo Jing heard this, he swept the four Taoist priests, and saw that his expression was shocked and anxious, and he knew in his heart that what the old Taoist chief said was indeed true, and these Taoist priests must have regarded themselves and the thieves as a way, and they were in a hurry, but they had to take care of Yang Guo around them, and it was difficult to act at will, so they had to continue to explain and prove their identities.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had left the old woman's strange rock, became more and more ethereal, Feng Xuan resisted the wind, and in just a few breaths, he had already seen the shadow of Chongyang Palace on the mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Chongyang Palace, but the fire was soaring, the houses were burning, and the red flames were shaking, Zhang Sanfeng fixed his eyes and saw the white light flashing on the corner of the Taoist temple, as if someone was fighting with each other.

Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist robe puffed up in the wind, and he soared straight to the Chongyang Palace on the top of the mountain, but after eight or nine breaths, he had already arrived in front of the Chongyang official, but he saw the flames spitting, the smoke was misty, and the fire was very intense, but it was strange to say that there were countless Taoist priests in the Chongyang Palace, and none of them came out to put out the fire.

The fire is in the backyard of Chongyang Palace, although the main courtyard has not yet been affected, but there is constantly the sound of shouting and scolding, swords and swords, Zhang Sanfeng's body is circulating, raising his hand and waving his palm to attract water vapor to gather, and the hazy white mist is overwhelming to the backyard.

The blazing fire was shrouded in the biting white mist by Zhang Sanfeng's strong palm power, and the thick smoke in the attic Taoist temple was swept away by several smart palm winds in an instant, and the flames were also suppressed, Zhang Sanfeng held it lightly with five fingers, and the attic house in the backyard shook imperceptibly, and the fire was extinguished instantly.

The fire was extinguished, the smoke was blown away, and the dizzy people in the building were stirred up by the biting fog and sobered up a lot.

The bright fire in the backyard disappeared, naturally attracting the attention of the fighting sides of the main courtyard in front.

Forty-nine yellow-robed Daoists in the front yard formed seven Beidou formations and fought against more than a hundred enemies.

The enemy is Huo Du, in order to marry the little dragon girl in order to get the treasures of the ancient tomb faction, he recruited his subordinates from all over the world, tall and short, fat or thin, these people's martial arts factions, clothes and dresses are different, but the martial arts are not weak, and the number is numerous, and the whole true group is gradually getting the upper hand.

After the fire was extinguished, whether it was the Quanzhen Taoist priest or Huo Du, they brought their subordinates, although their hands did not stop, most of them glanced at the direction of the backyard with surprise on their faces - such a big fire would have to burn for a while even if it rained before it was gradually extinguished, how could it be extinguished all of a sudden?!

"Crunch—"

In the midst of everyone's shouting and scolding and the exchange of weapons, a tall and straight old Taoist priest wearing a dark cyan Taoist robe pushed the door in.

In the noise, Zhang Sanfeng closed the door and walked straight towards the main hall - since there is a door, there is no need to climb over the wall.

There are seven futons on the top of the main hall, seven Taoist people sit on the futon and form a Beidou array to resist the enemy, three of the seven people are old, four are young, the old three should be three of the seven sons of Quanzhen, and among the young four, if there is no accident, one is Yin Zhiping.

Seven people sat on the futon, lined up to resist the enemy, there were more than ten enemies with strong martial arts in front of them, and a Taoist priest behind him fell to the ground, not knowing life and death, but seeing his gray hair, he couldn't see his face.

Zhang Sanfeng walked towards the main hall, he was dressed in a Taoist robe, and he thought that he was regarded as a person of the Quanzhen Sect, a nine-foot man holding a wide-backed nine-ring knife shouted loudly, and killed Zhang Sanfeng.

He jumped down from the main hall, his mouth let out a deafening shout, the big knife in his hand was raised, and he went straight to Zhang Sanfeng's neck and slashed obliquely, he was born strong, and practiced a fierce and domineering knife technique, this knife is wrapped in huge force, like the wind and thunder, even if it is a crossbow and arrow, it is a few steps slower, but Zhang Sanfeng gently turned to one side and let it go.

The big man's knife technique is certainly strong, but the action is too big, and the body is stagnant if the knife misses, and it happens that Zhang Sanfeng's footsteps did not stop and happened to his side, so he raised his hand and gently patted him on the back of the head.

The big man was struck by lightning at that time, the long knife in his hand was loosened, and his body immediately fell to the ground and did not move.

After that, a few more people flew down to block Zhang Sanfeng, but they were concocted by him in the same way, either slapping the back of the head, or printing the heavenly spirit, each of them threw themselves on the ground like rags, and failed to hinder Zhang Sanfeng half a step.

The remaining people besieging the seven Taoist priests in the main hall saw Zhang Sanfeng's hard stubble walking over, and they were slightly stunned and ran away as birds and beasts.

After all, they just took Huo Du's money to do things, not sold their lives to him, this old Taoist martial arts are unfathomable, and they don't want to go down to accompany those unlucky people who were slapped to death by him.

In fact, this is their misunderstanding of Zhang Sanfeng, as a monk, Zhang Sanfeng has been cultivating himself and being full of compassion in recent years, how can he easily kill people? He's just a little bit heavier, and those people shouldn't be able to die.

As for whether there will be any sequelae and complications...... It is inevitable that people in the rivers and lakes will fight and kill, and they will be injured a little......

When Zhang Sanfeng stepped on the bluestone steps of the main hall, there were already only seven Taoist priests in the main hall and the white-haired old Taoist who was prostrate on the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng walked over, the seven Taoist priests glanced at each other, each clasped their fists and saluted, Zhang Sanfeng returned the salute and said: "Poor Dao Zhang Sanfeng, dare to ask your fellow Taoists, this is the Quanzhen Sect established by Chongyang Zhenren." ”

"Back to the predecessors, this place is the Chongyang Palace of the Quanzhen Sect, the younger generation Quanzhen is in charge of the Qiu Sect, and the Chongyang Zhenren is the junior family teacher." Qiu Chuji, one of the seven, replied, "I don't know ...... seniors"

"Poor Dao has been hiding from the world in the deep mountains and old forests for a few years ago, and in recent days, I have come down the mountain to know that my Chongyang master and nephew have passed away, so I specially came here to see his ......."

"Chongyang's nephew?"

Several Taoist priests glanced at each other, and several young Taoist priests were full of suspicion, but they were not sure if the other party was lying, after all, looking at the old Taoist elder's age and martial arts, it was indeed very likely that he was the uncle of their master, but they had never heard their ancestor mention their own teacher, so it was not easy for them to judge.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, among the seven sons of Quanzhen on the futon, were indeed shocked in their hearts, after all, Wang Chongyang had mentioned to them that he had a Taoist name Zhang Sanfeng's uncle, just now they were engrossed in fighting the enemy, and they didn't react for a while, but at this moment Zhang Sanfeng mentioned it, they all remembered it.

This matter should only be known to them and their master, and outsiders should never know about it, and besides, the master in front of him is quite consistent with the master's description, and it seems that it is indeed him.

Thinking of this, the couple hurriedly got off the futon and bowed down.

"Quanzhen teaches Ma Yu (Qiu Chuji/Wang Chuyi) to meet his uncle and ancestor."

"No courtesy, no courtesy," Zhang Sanfeng's sleeves moved slightly, and the bodies of the three people stood up uncontrollably, and after Zhang Sanfeng stopped their movements, he bowed his head slightly, "Since it is determined that this is the remnant of Chongyang's nephew, then there is no reason for the poor Dao to stand idly by." ”

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and looked at the hundreds of enemies in different clothes and martial arts under His Royal Highness,

"Uncle Shi's martial arts are proficient, with the help of Uncle Shi, I don't have to worry about ......"

Hearing that Zhang Sanfeng was going to make a move, Qiu Chuji and the others were overjoyed, but before they could say half of the thanks, they saw Zhang Sanfeng raise his hand and sweep it, and the combination of rigidity and softness turned into substance, like a swimming dragon, swept away more than 100 good hands in the rivers and lakes one by one.

When the Taoist priests of His Royal Highness saw that their enemies were suddenly swept out of Chongyang Palace from afar, most of them were confused and couldn't understand what was happening.

Only the few people who were close and kept an eye on the situation above the hall knew what was going on, but at the moment they were not in the mood to explain to the others, and one by one they were either doubting reality or doubting their own eyes.

The Chongyang Palace of the Quanzhen Sect is not luxurious, but in the front yard of the entire hall, the length and width of one or two hundred zhang are at least there, and the old Taoist swept away the thieves in the entire courtyard with one palm, and his palm power can cover a hundred zhang in front of him? !

The disciples who paid attention to the main hall were shocked, the seven Daoists on the main hall just felt that they were dreaming, they saw with their own eyes how Zhang Sanfeng casually waved his hand, and swept away all the enemies under the main hall, even if their master Wang Chongyang was resurrected, the martial arts may not be as good as one-tenth of this master uncle ancestor, right?

They unconsciously remembered what their master had described to their uncle and ancestor - the realm of Taoism and martial arts was unfathomable.

Master was right...... What a fart!

Is this what Wu Functional describes? Whose martial arts are like this?

More than 100 zhang! More than 100 people! One slap and it's gone?!

Qiu Chuji looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a gaze full of awe: "Senior Uncle Ancestor? The man who had just extinguished the fire in the backyard ......"

"It's a poor road, and there are a few little dao boys trapped in the fire, but they were all saved by the old way."

Qiu Chuji & the other six: "......"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't care what they were thinking, he squatted down and turned over the old road lying on the ground, only to see that his face was like gold paper, his breathing was slight, his eyes were closed, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Zhang Sanfeng untied his robe, but saw that there was a handprint on his chest, his five fingers were open, the color was dark purple, and he was trapped in the flesh, so he knew that he was a big mudra on his chest by a person with profound skills, although his breath seemed to be weak, but he had practiced the authentic heart of Xuanmen for many years, and his skills were pure and profound, and he did not worry about his life.

He raised his finger and pointed at the acupuncture points of the old Dao, and then used the internal force in the eight veins of his Qi Sutra for a week, the color of the purple handprint on the chest of the old Tao faded, and the depression was almost recovered, leaving only a slightly swollen lilac mark, which should be almost recovered after two or three days.

The seven Dao people next to him looked numb, as if there was nothing to surprise them with.

"Fellow Daoist over there, since you're already here, why don't you come out and meet you?"

Zhang Sanfeng put down the old Taoist priest, stood up, looked at the shadow in the corner of the main hall, and said slowly.

"The old-timers' martial arts are world-beating, and the means are all over the world, and Jinlun admires them!"

In the shadow of the main hall, a middle-aged Tibetan monk wearing a red robe and a golden crown on his head, describing a thin middle-aged Tibetan monk, is wearing a light yellow brocade robe and holding a folding fan, dressed as a noble son.

The man dressed as a noble son was pale, a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he had already slashed the person who told him in his heart, "As long as you come to Zhongnan Mountain to compete in martial arts and marry the little dragon girl of the Tomb Sect, you can get the treasures of the Tomb Sect and the top martial arts cheats" thousands of times.

The Tibetan monk's face was as usual, quite magnanimous, but the brocade-robed boy behind him could see that the red robe on his back had been soaked with sweat, and the sweat on the bare back of his head under the golden crown was no less than that on his forehead.

If the people from the various sects that besieged Wudang in the Heaven and Dragon Slayer World knew these two people, then they must have a common language.

Especially about Zhang Sanfeng.