"Demon Curse!"

"You're a demon and deserving to be the leader of the alliance?"

"I'm the first one in Wutai Mountain Qingliang Temple to disagree!"

As soon as Zhang Chen had finished dealing with the four elders of the Beggar Gang, a violent and sharp voice sounded in the crowd.

As soon as these words came out, the Xiaoyao faction and others led by Tianshan Tong showed angry faces, this guy actually dared to call the Xiaoyao faction a demon law, and call the head of the Xiaoyao faction a demon? What a guts!

Zhang Chen was not angry when he heard this, but saw that the other party was a monk, short in stature, fierce in temperament, not angry and arrogant, wearing a big red robe, dressed as an abbot.

He asked, "Could this master be a native of Wutai Mountain?" ”

The old monk replied, "Exactly! ”

The Tianlong era is the heyday of Buddhism, not only Shaolin has produced a sweeping monk, but there are countless masters from Buddhism, such as Xiao Feng, who has practiced Shaolin martial arts since childhood.

In addition, there are many famous sects of Buddhism, there is Dali Tianlong Temple in the south, there are Tibetan monks headed by Gu Mozhi in the west, and there are countless famous Buddhist temples in other places.

The land of the Central Plains.

With the exception of Mt. Shomuro.

Also a famous Wutai Mountain.

The people on the sacred mountain are the abbots of the Qingliang Temple of Wutai Mountain, obsessed with martial arts, and the attainments are extremely high, and the rivers and lakes have always listed the abbot of Xuanci and the people on the sacred mountain as the two major arhats of "subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger", only on the martial arts attainments, the people on the sacred mountain are even slightly better.

Zhang Chen wants to become the supreme martial arts leader.

The biggest stumbling block is the power of Buddhism.

Buddhism has always felt good about himself and thinks that he is the leader of martial arts.

The Xiaoyao faction is a Taoist sect, and the ideology is different, and now it has openly held such a grand event, which is undoubtedly challenging the status of Buddhism, and the people on the sacred mountain are notoriously irritable, so it is not surprising that he will have such a reaction!

Zhang Chen is a man who wants to become the supreme of martial arts.

The martial arts supreme must have the mind of the martial arts supreme.

What should the old bald donkey do if he is not satisfied? Of course, until he is served!

Zhang Chen said: "I have heard for a long time that Qingliang Temple has three uniques, which are the boxing scripture, the sword spectrum, and the inheritance of internal strength. I also heard that the Venerable Master of Shenshan became the abbot of Wutai Mountain at the age of 30, and his martial arts attainments have reached the point where there are no ancients in Qingliang Temple. ”

The man on the mountain snorted, seeming to be extremely disdainful.

In his early years, he originally planned to worship in Shaolin, but he was turned away because of his too sharp edge and arrogant temperament.

Over the years, his martial arts have been completed, although he is as famous as Xuan Ci, but he has never thought that Xuan Ci's martial arts function is comparable to himself, today he will take this boy who does not know the height of the sky to make a name for himself!

A swipe.

The Venerable Yama drew a long sword that radiated with clear light.

He said coldly: "Lao Qu's sword is a famous sword of the Qingliang Temple Town, it is made by top craftsmen who forged cold iron for ten days and ten nights, sharpening iron like mud, extremely sharp, once you do it, the sword has no eyes, it is inevitable to be disabled, if you admit defeat now, it is too late."

"Thank you, Master, for the reminder." Zhang Chen shook the folding fan lightly and said: "This white paper fan under is handmade by ordinary farmers with bamboo bone coarse paper, and I will use this paper fan to meet the master's cool sword for a while!"

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.

Kumachi couldn't help but be stunned.

Probably he didn't expect that in this Jianghu martial arts, there were people who could pretend to be better than him.

One side is the famous sword of the town temple that has been inherited for many years.

On one side is an ordinary paper fan that is readily available.

One is a famous master of the three unique capitals of Qingliang Temple.

A young man who is quite famous in the rivers and lakes, but he has not dried up.

Is this contrast and contrast too strong?

Zhang Chen seems to be polite and polite, but he is clearly teasing the other party.

The person on the sacred mountain was originally a sharp and proud person, but at this moment, he only felt that he had been humiliated, and he didn't care about the martial arts famous shelf, and roared angrily: "Shaft!" Look at the sword! ”

The cool sword flashed.

Fast as lightning, like a frightening flight.

Killed in front of Zhang Chen in an instant.

Buddhism martial arts rarely use swords, generally with stick fighting knife method mostly, but Qingliang Temple's secret swordsmanship is displayed, it is not inferior to the first-class swordsmanship spread in martial arts.

The Venerable Mountain himself is a top first-class master, and his internal strength is extremely profound, and he was provoked by Zhang Chen at this moment, and the sword technique was naturally ruthless, and the sword edge had not yet arrived, and the sharp sword qi had already been cut over.

Zhang Chen waved the folding fan lightly, like driving away a fly, casually blocking the sword qi.

Then.

Fold the fan together.

He held it in his hands.

Again, an understatement.

While! A crunch! The blade of the sword is in direct contact with the fan!

The people on the sacred mountain, known as the cool sword that sharpens iron like clay, instead of cutting the folding fan in the slightest, they felt a powerful force attacking, and their arms were numb by the shock!

How so?

The people of Mount Kinabalu never dreamed that this would happen.

This guy really only used a folding fan to block his sword and swordsmanship, and what made him even more shocked was that the internal strength revealed by the other party seemed to be higher than his own.

This person is not simple!

It's too careless this time!

The people on the sacred mountain have already felt that something is wrong, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, if he loses in the hands of this young man, where will he put his face in the future?

Read this.

Keep attacking.

He directly exerted ten successful powers, punches and swords together, and attacked wildly, in the blink of an eye twenty or thirty rounds, the offensive was like a storm.

Zhang Chen always stood in place and did not move even a centimeter, no matter how sharp the attack of the people on the sacred mountain was, he resisted it all with a paper fan.

This scene.

Shocked everyone present!

"It turns out that Wutai Mountain's boxing and swordsmanship are nothing more than that!"

Zhang Chen folded his fan instead of the sword, and suddenly pointed forward, hitting the opponent's sword blade.

While!

A sharp snap!

The people of Mount Kamiyama almost didn't hold their swords.

He felt hit by a fierce wave, and was pushed directly by an irresistible huge force more than ten meters away, and he couldn't stand steadily, and at the same time, there was a crisp sound, and the sword broke in two.

"How is this possible!"

The faces of the people on the sacred mountain turned blue and red for a while.

Eventually, suddenly, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Zhang Chen used the armed color domineering to cover the folding fan, and every time he struck at the same position of the long sword, with the strength of his internal force, after ten or twenty consecutive strikes, the sword of the master of the sacred mountain was actually broken.

"Master!"

The Wutai Mountain disciple hurriedly stepped forward.

Lifted up the man on the sacred mountain whose face was like ashes.

They didn't even dare to look up at Zhang Chen again.

The people on the Divine Mountain in the eyes of the disciples of Wutai Mountain are the best masters in the martial arts.

Who would have thought? The master, who thought he was invincible in the world, would be so defeated!

Zhang Chen unfolded the folding fan again, there was no crack in the white paper, and while fanning himself, he said indifferently: "The master agrees."

How could the people on the sacred mountain have thought that this would be the result?

He couldn't even test the strength of the other party.

Because the strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all!

I wanted to defeat the head of this free faction, but now I became a laughing stock!

"The head of my free school, how can you challenge the three-legged cat kung fu like you?" Tianshan Tong sneered: "This time, my subordinates showed mercy, just breaking your sword, it is really a great mercy!"

The people on Mount Kinabalu are in a hurry.

After he spat out a mouthful of blood, he actually fainted.

"Hey, as a monk, he is so competitive and famous, but it is very inappropriate, carry him down!" Zhang Chen shook his head and continued, "Who wants to come up and teach? ”

After this war.

No one dares to underestimate Zhang Chen anymore.

Although he is very young, his martial arts are superb!

At this time, another voice sounded: "The head of the martial arts is world-famous, the little monk is brave and willing to give it a try!" ”

Zhang Chen looked at it, his heart moved slightly, and finally a decent opponent came, and he immediately said: "It turned out to be Master Gu Mozhi, the king of the Great Wheel, how does Master Gu Mozhi want to fight?"

Gu Mozhi folded his hands and bowed, and said in a very humble tone: "The little monk is not from the Central Plains of the Great Song Dynasty, but since he is studying in this Central Plains, the little monk will use the martial arts of the Central Plains to show his respect for the martial arts of the Central Plains."

It really deserves to be the first king of Tianlong's original work.

This pretending to be forced is a set of slips away!

Zhang Chen did not dismantle the stage, but cooperated with the pretend, and deliberately asked: "Could it be that King Ming is also proficient in the martial arts of the Central Plains?"

In the face of the assist thrown by the opponent, Gu Mozhi immediately looked happy, and then said: "The Central Plains martial arts are broad and profound, and the little monk's qualifications are dull, but he can only practice a set of Shaolin seventy-two stunts."

"Nonsense!"

Shaolin Xuan Lonely and Xuan Yan are all furious.

What kind of martial arts are the 72 stunts of Shaolin?

From ancient times to the present, and even in the future, it is impossible for anyone to practice seventy-two stunts at the same time!

Xuanzi monks at most can practice one or two doors, only a few can practice more doors, but four or five doors are already the limit, the strongest one in the history of Shaolin, a total of thirteen doors, can be called unprecedented, so it is called "thirteen unique monks".

Right now.

A foreign monk.

I haven't been to Shaolin Temple.

How dare you claim to have practiced a complete set of Shaolin 72 stunts?

This is ridiculous!

It is an insult to the Shaolin monks!

"I see, the master is really reasonable, then I can't be rude!" Zhang Chen clasped his hands together and said! "Since the master plans to use seventy-two stunts to fight with Zaixia, then Zai Xia will also fight back with seventy-two stunts."

The collision of these two king-level figures!