At the time of a stick of incense, Emei sent Jingxuan Shitai to lead his disciples to congratulate Zhang Sanfeng on his birthday, Jingxuan was the extinct disciple, and Song Yuanqiao and others were of the same generation, and Song Yuanqiao and Mo Shenggu and others introduced people. Flash Dance But after seeing the person behind Master Jing Xuan, Yin Liting began to fidget, and this time one of the disciples brought by Master Jing Xuan was Yin Li Ting's fiancée Ji Xiaofu.

However, not long ago, Ji Xiaofu was abducted by Yang Xiao, although Ji Xiaofu was released back, she had already given birth to a child, and when she saw Yin Liting again, Ji Xiaofu couldn't help but be pale and have tears in her eyes.

Everyone had no time to take care of all the others who did not notice Ji Xiaofu's abnormal state, and Shaolin Kongwen led his disciples to follow and Zhang Sanfeng personally welcomed him into the hall.

Under the greeting of everyone, Zhang Sanfeng's centennial birthday banquet was very grand and hot, but after the banquet, everyone seemed to have no intention of leaving.

After the fireworker finished putting away the tableware and serving tea for everyone, a disciple of the Kunlun faction stood up and said loudly: "Zhang Zhenren, we Mingren don't do dark things, open the skylight and say bright words, this time I went up the mountain, first, to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday, and secondly, to inquire about the whereabouts of Xie Xun's thief, Zhang Wuxia said that Xie Xun is dead, and there is no clear evidence, so how can I believe it." When everyone heard this, some of them could not be denied, and some of them echoed it.

Zhang Cuishan looked at the man, unfortunately, Zhang Cuishan really knew this person, this person was Xihuazi of the Kunlun faction, Zhang Cuishan and his wife had just returned to the Central Plains and met in the port, Xihuazi and his sister wanted to force Zhang Cuishan and his wife to communicate the whereabouts of Xunxun, Zhang Cuishan told them what he had made, but Zhang Wuji said that it attracted the attention of Xihuazi and the two, and he wanted to be coerced by Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji was robbed by the two elders of Xuan Ming one step in advance, and Xihuazi was also seriously injured by Zhang Cuishan and his wife, and the feud was concluded.

At this time, Shaolin heard that someone mentioned this matter, so he also said: "The poor monk has no intention of dealing with Zhang Wuxia, but there are two things, I want to ask Zhang Wuxia." The first thing, Zhang Wuxia killed my Shaolin faction's Longmen Dart Bureau full of seventy-one games, and killed six Shaolin monks, how should the lives of these seventy-six people end? The second thing, my senior brother Kongjian master, a merciful and virtuous life, has no quarrel with others, but was tragically killed by the golden lion king Xie Xun, I heard Zhang Wuxia say that Xie Xun is dead, and ask Zhang Wuxia to give a clear proof. ”

Zhang Cuishan said loudly: "Master Kongwen, the seventy-six lives of the Longmen Dart Bureau and the Shaolin monks are definitely not injured by the younger generations. Zhang Cuishan has been trained by his mentor all his life, although he is stupid, he does not dare to fight. Xie Xun has been dead for nine years, I don't know what certificate the master wants? ”

Kunlun Tang Wenliang was injured by Zhang Cuishan on the boat a while ago, and he also jumped out and said: "Zhang Wuxia, since Xie Xun is dead, he was with you before he died, presumably the dragon slaying knife is in your hand, and we will believe you if you take it out!" ”

Mo Shenggu heard this, and couldn't help it at the moment, and sneered: "Okay, it turns out that everyone is here for the Dragon Slayer Knife, why bother to find any excuse to hide it?" ”

Mo Shenggu directly made his words clear, and the heroes couldn't pull their faces for a while.

Kong Wen said "Amitabha Buddha", but Kong Zhi and a few people in Yuanye said loudly: "The dragon slaying knife is not a Wudang thing, and someone saw Zhang Wuxia kill my disciples, Zhang Wuxia didn't explain clearly, don't talk about me Shaolin, even this is all here, and I don't agree!" Seeing Shaolin taking the lead, everyone also echoed in unison.

Yu Lianzhou has been silent, and at this time, seeing that everyone has made the matter clear, he said loudly: "Since everyone has made their words clear, they are all here for the dragon slaying knife, there is no need to say that my fifth brother killed people or something, everyone will know when they see the wounds of the victims." As for the whereabouts of the Dragon Slayer Knife, who does it belong to? Can the three masters give me a charter? ”

Kong Wen looked at Zhang Zhenren and said, "What does Zhang Zhenren think?" ”

At this moment, a child's voice outside the long window at the entrance of the hall shouted: "Daddy, Daddy! The second sentence was muffled, apparently holding down someone's mouth. Zhang Sanfeng injured the Mongols behind the child with one move, threw Zhang Wuji to Zhang Cuishan and his wife, and then fought with the two elders of Xuan Ming who came together.

Although the two elders of Xuan Ming are powerful, Zhang Sanfeng has the Jiuyang Divine Skill to protect his body, although it is incomplete, but the reason for his century-old skill also makes Zhang Sanfeng not threatened by the Xuan Ming Divine Palm. Zhang Sanfeng took the second elder Xuanming with a palm and injured the second elder Xuanming and fled, and then returned to the hall and said:

"Now that I still have some trivial matters to deal with in Wudang, I won't entertain you, Yuanqiao, send off guests!"

"Yes, master" Song Yuanqiao obeyed the order to invite everyone back, and some small sects could not afford to offend and did not want to offend Wudang, so they left one after another, but Shaolin Kunlun and other factions still wanted Zhang Cuishan to tell Zhang Cuishan the whereabouts of Xie Xun or the whereabouts of the dragon slayer.

"Presumptuous, this is my Wudang, it's not your turn to be presumptuous here, don't blame the old man for turning his face and being ruthless if you don't roll" Zhang Sanfeng saw that the Shaolin faction was unmoved under Song Yuanqiao's persuasion, and couldn't help but be furious, and let go of the momentum of his whole body to oppress everyone.

The momentum of the innate powerhouse is not something that these people in the acquired realm can compete with, even the empty news of the first-class powerhouse spit blood under this momentum, which is the end of using internal force to resist.

He glanced at Zhang Sanfeng hatefully, and then led his disciples to leave the hall, while the others also left, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the people who left, and a mouthful of blood spurted out to make Song Yuanqiao and the others shocked, thinking that his master was heroic. I didn't think about it, it was because I was injured and worried that the major factions would force Zhang Cuishan, so I made this decision and made my injury worse.

"Master, are you alright?" Master, how are you?" Master: "The disciples couldn't help but feel anxious when they saw the master vomiting blood, but they didn't know the injury, and everyone had no good way.

"Mowgli, Mowgli, what's wrong with you?" When everyone was concerned about the master's injury, Yin Susu couldn't help but be shocked when she saw her son, who was originally fine, suddenly fall to the ground with a cold face and convulsions.

"Well, what's wrong with Mowgli?" Zhang Cuishan's complexion changed greatly, and he hurriedly checked his son who fell to the ground, and everyone stepped forward when they heard the sound, only to see that Zhang Wuji had fallen into Yin Susu's arms, his face was blue and trembling. Zhang Cuishan saw that the master had finished pranayama, and saw that there was no big problem, so he shouted: "Master, come and see, Wuji seems to be injured!" ”

Zhang Sanfeng adjusted his body, although he did not recover, but it was only a matter of time. Hearing Zhang Cuishan's words, he stepped forward to tear open the clothes on Zhang Wuji's back, only to see a green five-finger palm print clearly printed on the fine skin and white flesh. Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand to touch it again, only to feel that the palm print was abnormally hot, but the surroundings were cold, and it was already extremely uncomfortable when he reached out to touch it.

Zhang Sanfeng asked, "What about the Mongolian soldiers?" Find it! ”