Chapter 90 Zhang Cuishan ran away

The sword in Zhang Cuishan's hand was knocked to the ground, but this time it was not a murderous flying knife, but a bladeless flying knife sharpened by Yi Xiaofeng with wood.

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao and other brothers saw Zhang Cuishan's sword fall to the ground, and the heart of the throat slowly fell back, it was really a terrifying scene, if it weren't for the wooden flying knife, I am afraid that Cuishan would be broken Wudang Mountain.

"Who? Sneaky, hurry up and come out. ”

He Taichong of the Kunlun faction shouted first, and his junior brother Xihuazi, the two of them are simply two nasty African hyenas, self-righteous, and treacherous villains, which really disgusted Yi Xiaofeng to the extreme!

Yi Xiaofeng quickly went from far to near from the outside, seemingly taking a leisurely stroll, slowly and leisurely, but in fact, one step at a time, shrunk into an inch-like high and deep body method, and in a blink of an eye, he entered the Zixiao Palace.

Among the people, the only ones who could barely see Yi Xiaofeng's moving figure were Zhang Sanfeng and the empty abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the others at most just felt a shadow flickering, and there was already a young man who was eight feet tall and handsome in appearance above the main hall.

Such a fast body, even if it is an old way, I am ashamed of myself, who can train such a rare teenager? Zhang Sanfeng's eyes widened slightly, and there was a hint of solemnity and vigilance in his expression.

"Junior Yi Xiaofeng, meet Zhang Zhenren, I wish Zhang Zhenren peace and joy, many blessings and longevity, and a long life!"

Zhang Sanfeng was surprised, stunned, and said with a smile: "There are talents in the country, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves." Dare to ask what school the young man inherits, respect the teacher's surname? ”

"I don't dare to hide the real person, the younger generation has no door and no faction, but I was forced by a group of thieves to pick up the cliff, fortunately God has mercy, let me fall into a mountainside stone cave, there are many excellent martial arts cheats in that cave, I just chose a few to practice, and I don't know if my martial arts can be on the table?"

Yi Xiaofeng said as he paced around at the expressions of people from all factions, and as he expected, these hypocritical and decent people had a look of greed in their eyes, especially the fake monk hiding in Shaolin - Cheng Kun.

"Oh, Shaoxia is really a person with a deep fortune, if this is the case, little brother, your martial arts are not only on the stage, but also look at the world, if you only talk about light skills, only the Qingyi Bat King Wei Yixiao of the Ming Sect can compete with you."

Zhang Sanfeng's expression froze for a moment, if this son really has such a high martial arts attainment just by self-study, his future achievements must be limitless, and continued: "Shaoxia, you rescued my son Cuishan, Lao Dao has not yet thanked you, so he babbled and asked about your origin, please forgive Lao Dao for being rude, and hope for Haihan!" ”

Zhang Sanfeng really deserves to be a chivalrous man, pure in heart and few desires, deep in righteousness, and also has a good way to his disciples, unlike other sects, many treacherous villains, but it is a pity that there is a Song Qingshu.

"Zhang Zhenren is serious, and the younger generation is ashamed!" Yi Xiaofeng said and took out a sheathed flying knife from his sleeve, and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng with both hands, "Zhang Zhenren, the younger generation admires you, the world is so big, there are few people who really admire the younger generation, you should be one of them, the blade of this flying knife is a thousand-year-old black iron, and the handle is made of volcanic copper. ”

When Yi Xiaofeng just took out the flying knife, Song Yuanqiao and the others were nervous for a while, they were worried that he had bad intentions, but it was only for a moment that their hearts settled down, and they were suspicious.

"Old Dao and little brother, when you meet for the first time, how can you receive such a heavy gift?" Zhang Sanfeng has always been pure-hearted and has few desires, and he will never be happy or sad because of any treasures, so he did not take the initiative to accept the gift in Yi Xiaofeng's hand.

Yi Xiaofeng smiled indifferently, this old man is really decent and makes those hypocrites embarrassed! However, his flying knife does mean to bribe and make friends, because this Zhang Sanfeng is one of his future empires.

"Zhang Zhenren, don't be surprised, listen to me, this flying knife has my essence and blood in it, if there is trouble in the future, as long as you use fire to grill this knife blade, in a critical moment, as long as you shoot the flying knife hard, as long as the martial arts are not above you, that person will definitely die, I also sensed it at that time, and I will come as fast as possible."

These words were directly transmitted by Yi Xiaofeng through his divine sense, and no matter how high your martial arts are, others will not be able to hear them.

This time Zhang Sanfeng was not surprised, but shocked, yes, how many years has he not felt this way, seeing that Yi Xiaofeng's age is only in his early twenties, his martial arts attainments are far from his own seven apprentices, and even faintly inferior to himself, how can this make him not shocked and inexplicable!

"Okay, then the old way will have more little friends, and in the future, you and I will make friends with peers, and forget the New Year's friends! Haha......" Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily.

"That Xiaofeng is really honored!" Yi Xiaofeng also laughed happily.

Yi Xiaofeng and Zhang Sanfeng were happy, and the hypocrites below were impatiently angry, and the first ones to bark like a dog were He Taichong and Xihuazi.

"Hey! Boy, where did you come from? I don't know how thick the sky is, even the master of Shaolin can only be used as a junior to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday, just because you, a hairy boy who has not dried up, dare to have a delusional relationship with Zhang Zhenren's peers, it is really something that has no parental upbringing. "Mrs. He rushed out of his mouth, every sentence was vicious, and every word was heart-wrenching, which could not be described as bad eloquence, and could not be described as filthy heart!

It's just that as soon as He Taichong's words fell, an afterimage passed by in the field, and a crisp slap was heard, and Yi Xiaofeng was staring at him with a cold face.

"You ,......" He Taichong was a little stunned for a while, he didn't expect that a little-known hairy boy would dare to beat himself in front of so many famous martial arts figures, the head of the Kunlun faction, and he was surprised for a while!

But Yi Xiaofeng's anger did not subside, his fingers were put together like a spiritual snake to probe, he clicked on He Taichong's acupoint, and then shot like electricity, facing He Taichong's face, it was a greeting, above the main hall, in front of everyone's eyes, stunned, He Taichong was beaten by Yi Xiaofeng and turned into a rattle like a rattle and shook back and forth quickly, and everyone's eyes were spent.

Xihuazi was stunned for a while at first because of the suddenness of the incident, and when he reacted, he immediately waved his fist, used his true qi, and hit Yi Xiaofeng's chest, but his punch missed, and Yi Xiaofeng had already noticed it when he was secretly lucky with his true qi, so he easily avoided that punch.

"Who are you? Today, the martial arts factions who came to congratulate Zhang Zhenren on his birthday are all famous figures in the rivers and lakes, and it is rude for Your Excellency to be uninvited, and now he actually hurts people in front of Zhang Zhenren, he simply does not put Wudang and all the heroes of the rivers and lakes in his eyes, do you really think that you can resist the entire martial arts alone? ”

It was Shaolin's Yuanzhen monk who spoke, that is, Cheng Kun, the thunderbolt of the mixed yuan, this person has been mad because of the death of his lover, and has fallen into the devil's way, and cannot be redeemed, in his eyes, there is only revenge, in order to take revenge, even if the whole world is involved in killing, he will not have the slightest unbearable heart.

The Shaolin abbot Kongwen, who was holding a Buddhist staff, took two steps forward, and saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, this little benefactor, if you are just here to celebrate your birthday, please leave early, I and other righteous people of all factions, in addition to celebrating Zhang Zhenren's birthday, I also want to ask Zhang Wuxia about the whereabouts of the golden lion king Xie Xun, in order to verify the death of my senior brother Kongjian, and also give justice to the martial arts factions." ”

"That's right, Zhang Cuishan, hurry up and tell the whereabouts of the thief Xie Xun, otherwise I won't give up today."

"That's it, hurry up and tell where Xie Xun is, say ...... quickly"

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"Presumptuous, today is my master's 100th birthday, you are so wantonly shouting, you don't even take my Wudang in your eyes, if you are here to celebrate your birthday, please sit down, otherwise, please leave Wudang immediately, if you dare to be rude, don't blame me Wudang can no longer be polite."

Song Yuanqiao shouted angrily, he had already held back his anger for these guys who were yang and yin, and now that they were so presumptuous, how could he still smile and wait.

"Your martial arts are amazing, no matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng is, can he still fight against so many Jianghu sects such as Shaolin and Kunlun?"

"That's it, don't talk nonsense, Zhang Cuishan, do you want to talk about the whereabouts of the thief Xie Xun?"

"Say it, say it quickly......"

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Yi Xiaofeng's sudden appearance, although it slightly disrupted the atmosphere of the scene, but these wolf ambitions, how could they let Zhang Cuishan go, they corresponded to the greedy desire of the dragon slaying knife, just like a wild dog that has been hungry for three days, smelling the smell of meat and bones, no matter who is in front of them, they will show their sharp teeth and claws, pounce fiercely and brutally, and tear it apart all the obstacles that block it.

Yi Xiaofeng clapped his hands unhurriedly, waited for the audience to be quiet, snorted coldly, and sneered: "You sanctimonious and righteous people, on the surface, pretend to eliminate harm for the rivers and lakes and avenge the disciples of the sect, but in fact, they are all treacherous, coveting the supreme martial arts, and slaying dragons with swords. It's really a bunch of indiscriminate people. ”

"Bastard, dare to insult me and others, let's go up together and chop this stinky boy into meat sauce." The crowd began to shout and scold angrily, and they were eager to try, but no one was willing to be the first to go up to test the water, because Yi Xiaofeng showed three flying knives in his hand, this time it was not wooden, but a real guy who was shining with a cold glow.

"Hey, Xie Xun."

Yi Xiaofeng used the sound transmission to inform Zhang Sanfeng that he would rescue Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, hoping that he would stop everyone from having a cup of tea, and after explaining, Yi Xiaofeng pointed to the door of the main hall with his finger, suddenly shouted, and took advantage of everyone's attention to move outside the door, grabbed Zhang Cuishan and disappeared into the main hall like a gust of wind.

By the time everyone reacted, there was no trace of Zhang Cuishan in the hall, and they realized that they had been deceived.

"Zhang Cuishan ran, Zhang Cuishan ran, chase after him!"

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