In a short period of time, the various sects and factions that had just left Shaolin once again climbed Songshan Shaolin.

This time there were obviously more people......

Although the sects, families, gangs, lone rangers, and world-famous heroes retired early, at this moment, even if they hid again, in the face of the crazy Yuan Dynasty, they had to send many disciples to participate in this martial arts event.

At the same time, those hidden heroes also want to tell everyone that they are still there, and the rivers and lakes also need such a prosperous era to expel the Mongolian people from the Central Plains.

However, the entire martial arts is also looking forward to one thing, that is, Zhang Sanfeng, who founded the sect, is also coming from Wudang Mountain.

At the beginning, Zhang Sanfeng broke into the army of 100,000 alone, although he threatened the army with the eunuch Liu Jin and did not move, but after killing Dong Tianbao, he walked out of the army of 100,000 again unscathed.

The grandmaster has achieved momentum!

You must know that on the rivers and lakes, there are still masters of the innate realm, but that kind of invincible momentum, if there is no good opportunity, it is really difficult to achieve.

Many people in the rivers and lakes don't know that Zhang Sanfeng was a disciple of Shaolin, but Shaolin knows.

Those two Shaolin traitors, who were also merciful to their uncles and ancestors, let them keep their martial arts and go down the mountain, and now Zhang Junbao has changed his name to Zhang Sanfeng, stepped into the innate realm, and became a group of ancestors.

It really makes many Shaolin disciples not know what to say.

"Uncle Junshi, this Zhang Junbao, no, this Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to seize the leader of the martial arts alliance, right?" Jueming was a little uneasy because he was too famous at this time.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng only accepted a seven or eight-year-old apprentice, and a few registered disciples, and the entire affairs of Wudang Mountain depended on Zhang Sanfeng to be busy alone.

He has to go down the mountain often, but it doesn't matter if he goes down the mountain, but he often encounters Mongolian Tatars, once, dozens of Mongolian iron horsemen, riding horses and whips in the city, when they were about to trample some people to death.

He appeared in the air, blocking the river with his cross arms, and all of them were swept under the horse by him with Tai Chi, neatly stacked into a mountain of people.

There are even a few veterans of the rivers and lakes, who have stepped into the innate realm with half a step, and they are also defeated in the face of him.

At this moment, Zhao Zimo and Zhang Sanfeng's fame is divided in half.

As for who is more powerful, there is still no clear conclusion.

But many people feel that if it comes to protracted war, Zhang Sanfeng is better, but if the war breaks out, it is likely to be the Shaolin abbot.

"I won't ......" Zhao Zimo said slowly, picked up the fourth upper-level cheatbook, and continued to watch, Jueming on the side was thoughtful.

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"Little junior brother, how long have you not been breathing?" Yuanzhu Zen Master rode slowly, and there was also a monk next to him, who closed his eyes at this time and recuperated, and he had not ventilated for a long time.

Hearing Senior Brother's voice, this young man, who was also bald, scratched his head with a smile: "Senior Brother, although I have never been in the rivers and lakes.

But Master said that in the battle between the rivers and lakes, the physique and true qi are particularly important, although the innate realm holds qi for a long time, but the battle consumes too much, so I have to enter the ice lake every day to practice qi-closing gong.

By the way, senior brother, you can also practice, it's very beneficial! ”

"Okay, senior brother, I'll practice!" Yuanzhu looked at the simple and kind little junior brother, her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help clenching her fists.

A few days passed......

A young man with blood-red eyes was frantically pounding a corpse with his fist, the ground shook, the flesh was completely stuck to his hands, and he didn't give up, as if he wanted to vent, vent the anger that would never go away.

His red eyes were stained with blood, and he never blinked, and he seemed to remember what happened when he was a child.

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That was more than a decade ago.

Daddy just came back from herding sheep, and saved a Jianghu man from the Central Plains, Auntie saw that he was going to die, so she killed her favorite little white ......

A-Niang said that the little lamb is very replenished, and when the time comes, he will be able to wake up after drinking soup and eating meat for his seriously injured uncle.

And the big sheep can't be killed casually, and he has to sell it for money, he cried very sadly at that time, but he didn't say anything.

But the uncle woke up, drank Xiaobai's soup, ate Xiaobai's meat, and then laughed and stood up, killed his father with a punch, and ** his mother......

He was only seven years old at the time, and when he walked over to stop him, he slapped him on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to breathe, and he lay on the ground, his face and mouth were covered with dirt, and he looked at him blankly......

Ah Niang went from crying, crying, and slowly becoming dull-eyed until the man twisted his neck, and Ah Niang's head also turned strangely and stared at him with wide eyes.

He was frightened and cried, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he grabbed the iron hook in the furnace and stabbed him in the back while the man was getting dressed......

In the vast savannah, a seven-year-old child can't do anything......

When he was hungry, he ate the flesh of that man, and when he was thirsty, he drank his blood.

Zen Master Yuanzhu remembered that back then, when he walked past the yurt with his master, the master said that there was a smell of blood, and when he entered, Yuanzhu, who was almost eighteen or nineteen years old, would be scared silly.

The yurt was full of flies and mice, a little boy covered in blood, and he sat alone among three corpses, one of which had been eaten and only one head remained.

And the child's eyes were blood-red, staring straight at the master and himself like a wolf cub......

Since then, he has had a little younger brother, and his name is Aries.

Master hopes that he will be like a sheep on the grassland, simple and pure, eating and practicing martial arts, and growing up slowly......

Yuanzhu Zen Master knelt to the north, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he didn't say a word, just knocked down head by head until his head broke and blood flowed.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly stood up, walked next to the little junior brother, and took the little junior brother's hand: "Go, senior brother will take you to kill!" ”

Aries, who had lost his mind, looked at his senior brother in confusion and seemed to say, okay.

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Today is the first day of the martial arts alliance master event!

One by one, the main sects rushed in, and the monks standing at the door shouted one by one: "The whole truth has arrived!" ”

"Kunlun is here!"

"Emei is here!"

"Kongtong is here!"

"The owner of Peach Blossom Island, send someone to send 30,000 taels of silver to aid the anti-Yuan event!" At this time, I don't know how many people looked at those boxes in shock, the owner of Peach Blossom Island, could it be that the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master is still alive......

At this moment, a huge black giant eagle suddenly flew to the sky above the Shaolin Temple and circled for a while, and many warriors couldn't help but take out their weapons, for fear of being taken away, but with the giant eagle let go of its claws.

A book happened to fall into the monk's hand, and the giant eagle also waved its wings and flew away......

Everyone was shocked, as if they had thought of something.

When the monk saw it, his whole face changed color, and his voice trembled slightly: "Condor Hero, send a copy of ...... "Nine Yin True Scripture", hoping to make some contributions to the world, and finally whoever becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance will burn it after reading it." ”

As soon as these words came out, the thousands of people in the rivers and lakes who had been present all stood up and stared at the little monk tightly.

Fortunately, this is Shaolin Temple, Jueyuan slowly walked over as the acting head and picked it up: "Thank you Condor Hero, trust me Shaolin, I will put this secret book into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, if there are any monks but dare to peek, they will not be able to enter the West Heaven after death!" ”

The main meeting of the martial arts alliance is about to begin.