"This... This... This..."

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Song Yuanqiao, White-eyed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, Hong Qigong and others were all stunned, their faces were in disbelief, and they wanted to say something but felt as if their necks were being choked.

It's a bug!

They all know that Zhang Sanfeng is strong, but this is too strong.

"It should be that after Master entered the Heavenly Academy, his strength has improved too quickly."

Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Songxi, the most witty disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, had some guesses.

When their master was 100 years old, he didn't have such strength, and now under the sound, nearly a thousand monks trembled.

"Wow~ Master Tai is so powerful."

Zhang Wuji and the three generations of disciples of the Wudang Sect were the first to come back to their senses and screamed excitedly one by one.

They didn't understand what Zhang Sanfeng's roar represented at all, they only knew that Zhang Sanfeng's voice came, and many of the originally fierce monks of Shaolin Temple were so frightened that they rolled on the ground.

"It's the first time I've seen Master so domineering."

In front of the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Zhang Cuishan looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was like an immortal in front of him, with a look of admiration.

This is his master, no matter where he goes, he will shine with a bright light that is difficult to hide.

"Whew~ It's okay, it's okay, I don't have a problem, it's Zhang Zhenren who is too perverted."

Huang Yaoshi, who was behind Zhang Sanfeng, breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyelids kept beating, and he kept comforting himself.

"I don't know why I miss Ouyang Feng a little."

Thinking of the scene where he beat Ouyang Feng with one palm, Huang Yaoshi suddenly felt a lot calmer.

"I'm a student of the Heavens Academy, and I'm still the junior class teacher promised by the dean, if you really can't recognize the situation·······

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands in his hands, his long white hair was windless, and his neat and concise robe was also hunting, and he glanced at the Shaolin Temple monks with an expressionless face, and his eyes were extremely deep.

If he was still the dying old Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang faction, he might still find a way to solve it peacefully today.

Alas, he is not now.

He is now a student of the Heavenly Academy, and the future junior class teacher appointed by the dean.

If he retreats in the face of the Shaolin Temple, where will he place the Heavenly Academy?

How can he be worthy of the dean's careful cultivation?

"My master's matter, Shaolin Temple has not given a positive statement."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the grievances between him and Shaolin Temple were not overnight.

His master Jueyuan was forced to death by the Shaolin Temple, and before he rose, he was also hunted down by the Shaolin Temple for a period of time.

What's more, he also heard Zhang Cuishan talk about it, and the dean informed Zhang Cuishan of his future.

If it weren't for the appearance of the Heavenly Academy, when he was 100 years old, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu would have killed themselves under the coercion of the major factions led by the Shaolin Temple.

His apprentice Zhang Wuji will also be seriously injured and tortured.

He himself, his third apprentice Yu Lianzhou, and his five apprentices' family all received the great favor of the dean.

Strictly speaking, the entire Wudang Sect was greatly favored by the dean.

The Red Electric Demon Beef was a treasure that could only be exchanged by the students of the Heavenly Academy, but Shen Wen did not restrict him from eating it to his apprentices.

Otherwise, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou wanted to become masters of the Acquired Realm, and they would not be able to reach this level in a decade or two, or even longer.

"Gollum~"

The monks who were still able to stand in Shaolin Temple looked frightened, and their pupils shrank sharply, as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

If it weren't for the fact that their legs were weak in fright, they might not have been able to help but run away.

How can a person be so strong?

One against a thousand?

No!

Yes, sweep thousands of armies, and ten thousand armies will be easy.

Zhang Sanfeng is a real enemy of a thousand people, and ten thousand people avoid him.

With a bang, their nearly 1,000 monks were almost heartbroken, wishing that everything in front of them was just a nightmare, and they could wake up early.

"What should I do?"

The abbot, emptiness, and emptiness, the famous Shaolin monks in the rivers and lakes, and even the tribulations and disasters in the three crossings have also cast their horrified eyes on the crossing.

Zhang Sanfeng is to give up and stop the language again.

The life and death of their Shaolin Temple, the life and death of their nearly 1,000 Shaolin Temple monks, all depend on the next sentence of Doom.

"Uncle Shi, you must think about what to say."

The abbot, emptiness, and emptiness, the descendants of the doom, had their hearts pounding, their faces were sallow, and their limbs were a little incessant, trembling slightly, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger.

Avenge?

Coerce Wudang Mountain and make the Wudang faction submit?

Defeat with the Wudang faction?

Who said this, how they don't know.

"Senior brother, the fate of Shaolin Temple is in your next sentence."

Even with the hearts of the two people, they are also panicked at this time, for fear that they will say the wrong thing.

At this time, they still have a trace of confidence when they came, only endless shock and horror.

Zhang Sanfeng's strength has exceeded their imagination, reaching the legendary realm where one person can suppress the entire Shaolin Temple.

"Maybe only when Patriarch Bodhidharma comes back from the dead can he be able to match him."

"I ······"

Under the gaze of the monks mixed with complex emotions such as apprehension, fear, and expectation, and under the deep gaze of Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi and others, the beads of sweat that were the size of Du Erdou continued to fall from his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his single eye was even more bloodshot, as if it was about to fall off.

In less than ten breaths, sweat soaked the ground in front of him.

Du Er could feel the coldness emanating from Zhang Sanfeng's body, as long as what he said below did not meet Zhang Sanfeng's expectations.

Of the nearly 1,000 monks who went up the mountain, maybe none of them wanted to go down.

If all these nearly 1,000 monks fall, Shaolin Temple will exist in name only.

In order to make the Wudang faction submit, all the masters of the Shaolin Temple were brought by them, leaving only a group of ordinary disciples and a few second-rate masters, just to make a show and prevent someone from going up the mountain to steal.

I don't know how long it has been, and every time he breathes, his body seems to be put on a thousand-pound boulder, pressing him more and more breathless.

In the end, Watari even felt the stagnation of his breathing, and his vision was a little blurry.

If you directly admit defeat, Shaolin Temple will become the laughing stock of the world, even if it is washed for hundreds of years, it will not be able to wash away these shames.

However, if you continue to resist, it will not take hundreds of years, only dozens of breaths, and the nearly 1,000 monks of Shaolin Temple may be buried on Wudang Mountain.

"Meet my uncle."

Under such a huge oppression, Du Doom's mind was like an ore that had been pressed to the extreme, quenching a wisp of essence in it, and with a pop, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

That's right!

Your own people, everyone is your own people!

There is no need to be so serious, anything can be discussed.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's master Jueyuan is just an ordinary monk who takes care of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jueyuan is really a monk of the wordless generation, and the monks of the wordless generation are their ancestors.

Zhang Sanfeng is Jueyuan's apprentice, naturally the same generation as their master, and is their uncle, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Uncle Shi, Shaolin Temple has hurt your heart, we have always regretted it, my nephew took the monks of Shaolin Temple this time to apologize for what happened back then."

"I know that Uncle Shi, your heart is as broad as the sea, and the measurement is comparable to the rising moon, and you have already let go of the grievances of the year, but we can't."

"In order to let you show up and give us the opportunity to apologize to you in person, my nephew made this decision and said something rebellious, which is all my nephew's fault."

There was an inexplicable look in Du'er's eyes, and he really regretted it as he spoke, and he longed to go back in time.

If Zhang Sanfeng is still a disciple of Shaolin Temple, their Shaolin Temple will have a second Bodhidharma Patriarch.

"As for the matter of the Scripture Pavilion, it is nothing at all, Uncle Shi takes his own things, it is justified."

"It's just that why do you need Uncle Shi to work hard, if you want to watch the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, just notify me, and my nephew will definitely send the cheats to Wudang Mountain in person."

Du Er waved his hand at the stunned monks behind him.

"Crossing the calamity and crossing the disaster to meet your uncle together, empty news, emptiness, and empty wisdom have not come to meet your uncle and ancestor."

Zhang Sanfeng is already super god, he can't be provoked, he can't be provoked at all, so he should be a licking dog.

"This is your Taishi Uncle Zhang Sanfeng, a living martial arts legend, it is the honor of your life to be able to see the demeanor of your Taishi and Uncle Zu."

"Just now, it was the Taishi Uncle Ancestor who instructed you, and I don't thank you Taishi and Uncle Zu."