Kongwen thinks that Zhang Sanfeng is a very good talker, and he has the highest rank here, so he should take the national righteousness to heart.

As a result, Zhang Sanfeng stood very firmly by Song Zhe's side.

"Good apprentice, how many can you fight when the fight starts later?"

One sentence made Kongwen's heart half cold.

The total number of the five major factions is much more than that of the Wudang faction, and the Shaolin Temple is an existence that can compete with the Wudang faction, but they are still lacking in peerless masters. There is such a master inside the Shaolin Temple, but that master is not out of Shaolin at all.

If the current situation is not done well, it will be a catastrophe.

This is Wudang Mountain, Wudang is the home field, they have lost one of the generals in the away battle, one is unconscious, and the rest of the sum may not be able to beat the master and apprentice, what can I do?

Kongwen is a little tangled.

"Amitabha, Zhang Zhenren, now that the Demon Sect is moving more and more frequently, we and the Central Plains Martial Arts Righteous Path should take the peace of the world as our own responsibility......"

"Dead bald donkey, are you addicted to scolding!" Zhang Sanfeng has a hot temper.

Thinking about what happened today, empty news is actually enough. First Zhang Wuji, then Song Zhe, and now Zhang Sanfeng. The three generations of master and apprentice did not let Kongwen finish his words, and everyone scolded him for being a bald donkey.

No matter how thick-skinned Kongwen is, he can't speak now.

Zhang Zhenren's meaning is already obvious, if you want to fight, you can fight, where is there so much nonsense.

"Master Kongwen, since they are so ignorant of current affairs, we and the other five major factions can't sit idly by, let's join forces, even if he Zhang Sanfeng is the first in the world in martial arts?" He Taichong of the Kunlun faction said with an ugly face.

Kongwen has actually cursed in circles in his heart.

I knew that this trip to Wudang would evolve like this, and he said that he would bring more people with him at the beginning. It's really hard to ride a tiger now.

"What Master He said makes sense, if we don't do it today, he Wudang will think that we are afraid." The five elders of the Kongtong faction, two of them came this time, and their seven wounded fists hurt themselves before hurting others, which has great disadvantages and is indeed extraordinary.

Suddenly, there was a little more confidence.

His eyes rolled, and he already had an idea in his mind.

The six factions of the Central Plains and the Ming Sect have been at odds with each other for many years, and the one who benefits from them is the current imperial court. I don't believe that the imperial court will allow them to fight so infighting, which is not in the interests of the imperial court.

He secretly made a gesture, which meant that he would wait for a fight to go down the mountain to find someone in the court.

It was said that this was intended to delay time, and then take advantage of the situation.

"Good apprentice, this bald donkey may have to slip!" Zhang Zhenren's eyes were sharp, and he saw the small movements of Kongwen.

"Hehe, where is he going, I'll stare at him later, master, you have no problem dealing with the tripartite master alone, right?" Song Zhe was somewhat worried.

Fighting alone, no one here is the opponent of their master and apprentice, but when it comes to group fighting, there are more people who seem to be on the other side.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't care about the stall hands, "You don't know the deeds of the teacher when he was young, fighting is a common thing, and beating everyone in a group of people for the teacher often happens, this is a trivial matter." Moreover, Taijiquan and Taijijian were originally used to dry group frames. ”

People who are more than 100 years old are still so violent in their hearts. Even the two peerless martial arts created were for the sake of fighting.

This can't help but remind Song Zhe of a magical animal on the earth - the honey badger, nicknamed Brother Pingtou.

Brother Pingtou is either on the way to the dry frame, or on the way to the dry frame.

"Bald donkey, look at the move!" Song Zhe said that he would do it, but he learned to be smart this time, and he did not fight with Song Zhe head-on. There are too many martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and there are naturally a lot of superior martial arts, and Kongwen is still very confident in his light skills.

It is not as good as the bat king Wei Yi's grass flying, but it is also stronger than ordinary light skills.

Song Zhe really couldn't keep up with his speed.

"Let's go together!" There was a burst of applause when they heard it, and at this time, the people of the five major factions took up arms one after another under the leadership of several people to fight with the people of the Wudang faction.

Zhang Zhenren stood still in place, allowing the masters of the five major factions to attack, all the attacks were skillfully unloaded by him, and at the same time, he was able to carry out a powerful counterattack.

It is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years and has been fighting for hundreds of years, and it is really unambiguous when it comes to fighting.

At first, it wasn't too intense, after all, there was no deep grudge between the two sides. However, with the emergence and increase of casualties, the two sides fought a real fire.

The situation has escalated and is out of control.

The old bald donkey was like a loach, Song Zhe couldn't achieve the desired results in a short time, and he turned his attention to the disciples of the five major sects.

Most of the disciples of the five major factions who came to Wudang Mountain this time are elites, and they are going to take over the existence of the mountain gate in the future. I came here to see the world, who would have thought that things would turn out like this.

If these people are left here, the five major factions will really exist in name only.

"You dare!" Hearing a roar of anger, he couldn't care about the question of whether he could beat Song Zhe.

The killing speed of Jiuyang Divine Skill can be as efficient as the Vajra Palm.

"There's nothing in this world that I don't dare!" Song Zhe waved his hand with a punch, and a little monk who was close to him flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string. The internal force of Jiuyang Divine Skill had already shattered his internal organs, and he couldn't live at a glance.

"Wow, let's die!" Kongwen raised the Zen staff and smashed it down at Song Zhe, Song Zhe's eyes narrowed, and a huge amount of true qi surged in the dantian, and he punched at Kongwen's Zen staff.

Click!

The Zen staff shattered in response, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and this time he was injured even more seriously than just now.

At this moment, a strange laugh came from the sky, and Song Zhe saw a black shadow floating quickly, grabbing a Wudang disciple casually and fleeing from afar.

Song Zhe is not good at light skills, not to mention that the light skills of people who come are even more powerful than empty news.

This strange laugh broke the deadlock, and the people fighting gradually stopped attacking, and turned their eyes to the man standing in the treetops, grabbing Wudang's disciple with one hand.

This person is Wei Yixiao.

"Yo, why did the Central Plains Righteous Path Sect fight on its own? Don't stop, go on, I'm just passing by here, and by the way, drink some human blood to replenish my body. Wei Yixiao's whole body was full of evil energy, and the Wudang disciple who was caught in his hand trembled violently.

Kong Wen took this opportunity to speak: "The people in the Demon Sect appear here, there must be some conspiracy and tricks, everyone might as well put aside their personal grievances for the time being and fight against the Demon Sect together." ”

"Good!"

"The master is right."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Zhe, Song Zhe smiled and nodded, his right hand pressed on the watch-like individual armor on his left hand, and in Zhang Zhenren's stupid gaze, Song Zhe was wrapped in a set of close-fitting metal armor.

This is the individual mecha of the end of the world, at that time, Song Zhe just took one casually, and did not choose A-level, but the B-level individual armor is not something that this group of natives who play with blades can fight against.

"Don't bother, just wipe them all out."