Zhang Sanfeng looked at Jueming, who was full of momentum, and couldn't help nodding slightly, this Jueming's strength is already an unborn master in today's martial arts.

In the whole world, it is difficult to have an opponent, in his opinion, it is the Ming Sect leader Yang Dingtian back then, I am afraid it is nothing more than that!

"Jueming, your strength is very good, but you are already over eighty years old, if you have to fight with Lao Dao, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Jueming lightly, but he didn't want Jueming to laugh.

"For more than eighty years, I have already lived enough, this time, a hearty battle with you Zhang Sanfeng is what the poor monk wants, not to mention, Zhang Sanfeng, you are twenty years older than me, and I may not lose to you!"

Jue Ming said coldly, and then the energy of his body surged, and he pointed at Zhang Sanfeng, this finger was fast and fast, with an indomitable sharp momentum, and the power of opening mountains and cracking stones!

"It's good to come!"

Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed, this Jueming used the strong Vajra Finger, obviously, to test his skills.

"Lao Dao has recently comprehended and created a flame divine palm, but I don't know if I can compete with the strong vajra finger of this Shaolin Temple!"

Zhang Sanfeng let out a long roar, and his body was covered with a layer of fiery red veil, like the light before the phoenix's nirvana.

The next moment, he swept away with one palm, and the surging flame internal force struck Jueming like a mountain and a sea, and even the people around him felt a wisp of blazing breath.

"What a powerful martial art, I didn't expect Zhang Zhenren to create an unprecedented martial art, and he is really the last grandmaster of today's martial arts!"

Someone exclaimed, and looked intently at the martial arts on display, their eyes full of excitement.

Song Yuanqiao's face was shocked, this martial arts was handed over to him by Zhang Sanfeng not long ago, but he didn't care.

Now that the master has unleashed it, he didn't expect the power to be so terrifying, this Flame Divine Palm, I'm afraid it is not inferior to the Xuanming Divine Palm, no, it is better.

In the face of this palm, Jueming did not dare to underestimate it, and the strength in his hand was exerted to the extreme.

But in the face of Zhang Sanfeng's overwhelming palm power, he was still unable to catch it, and was directly knocked back ten steps by this terrifying palm, and his robe was even stained with a trace of burnt black.

Wudang's internal strength, which is already pure yang, after adding the Jiuyang divine skill, it becomes blazing pure yang, Zhang Sanfeng found another way, and actually created a terrifying and boundless palm technique.

"You are indeed a genius who is not born in today's martial arts, and this palm technique has surpassed the Xuanming Divine Palm of the year,"

Jue Ming's face was cold, and a trace of paleness flashed on it, Zhang Sanfeng was too powerful, it was simply a mountain that could not be crossed, giving him endless pressure.

"No phase robbery, a designated world!"

Suddenly, Jueming yelled, and his body disappeared immediately.

When he appeared in the next moment, he was already above Zhang Sanfeng's head, and then pointed out fiercely, turning into a vigorous dragon and sweeping down!

"This finger is not in vain for your thirty years of penance!"

Zhang Sanfeng's face was slightly solemn, this finger could threaten him, even if it was him, he had to concentrate on dealing with it.

Waving his sleeves slightly, Zhang Sanfeng was in front of him, outlining a pattern that was incomparably mixed.

The heart moved, and then the real power was injected into it, and in an instant, in front of Zhang Sanfeng, a black and white grinding disc was generated, and the yin and yang grinding disc slowly rotated, and a strange thought quietly rose in everyone's hearts!

This grinding disc seems to be impossible to crack even if the sky falls, as if as long as he is there, he is eternal, indestructible, and indestructible.

Jueming's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at the black and white grinding plate, his eyes shone incredibly, and even his body began to tremble.

"You, what is this?"

Jue Ming asked tremblingly, is he really inferior to Zhang Sanfeng, after thirty years of hard work, he has cultivated the Peerless Tribulation Finger.

But Zhang Sanfeng created another system, from this yin and yang Taiji diagram, he understood that Zhang Sanfeng had reached another realm, which was a realm that he could not catch up with in his life.

"I, I lost!"

Jue Ming sighed deeply, and the Phaseless Tribulation Finger lost the support of Jue Ming's power, and his power was greatly reduced, and he fell in front of Zhang Sanfeng's yin and yang pattern, and there was not much power left, and it was directly dissipated invisibly.

"Kongwen, let's go, don't provoke Wudang again, he Zhang Sanfeng is indeed worthy of becoming a supreme grandmaster of the generation who carries forward the past and opens up the future!"

Jue Ming said, sighed slowly, and when his body moved, he had disappeared, and Kong Wen saw that his uncle-like characters were defeated, and he was naturally disheartened.

"Zhang Zhenren, farewell!"

After that, Kong Wen took the Shaolin disciples and hurriedly went down the mountain, without Shaolin, the entire Wudang Mountain, a large area was vacated in an instant.

The rest are no longer here to trouble Wudang Mountain, but purely to see the lively martial arts people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost noon, do you still want me to invite you to dinner in Wudang Mountain?"

Song Yuanqiao smiled slightly, at the moment, these people in the martial arts smiled awkwardly, and immediately went down the mountain, Wudang Mountain, it is really not easy to mess with.

After everyone left, Zhang Sanfeng exhaled deeply, and his face became a little pale.

The Tai Chi pattern has just been launched, and it has indeed caused him serious losses, although he has deduced most of the true meaning of Tai Chi, but he has not yet fully controlled it.

Now that he has forcibly exercised it, his true power has been damaged, but it has also completely shocked the entire martial arts!

"Master, how do you feel?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng's face turned pale, and said worriedly, today's Wudang can't do without Zhang Sanfeng, the Dinghai God Needle.

"It's okay, it's just that the real power is a little damaged!"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, and went back to the Zhenwu Palace, he was going to Tu Na to recover, a person of his age must not be injured, once injured, it will be difficult to recover.

"Zhang Zhenren, wait a minute!"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded on Wudang Mountain.

Hearing this voice, Song Yuanqiao was stunned at first, and then his face changed suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked, a middle-aged man wearing a Tibetan robe with a solemn face slowly spoke.

"Mongols?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at the man who was dressed very much like Mongolian, and his face sank slightly.

The master is not in a good state, and the person in front of him looks unfathomable, and how could there be a Mongolian coming at this time, is this what Cheng Kun did?

Zhang Sanfeng stopped, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man in the Tibetan robe, "Your Excellency's cultivation is profound, and you can be called a first-rate master in the world, dare to ask who is from Mongolia?

Zhang Sanfeng asked lightly, not in a hurry, although his true strength was a little damaged, but in the whole world, he would not be afraid of anyone.

The Mongolian, who was in a Tibetan robe, smiled slightly and nodded slightly to Zhang Sanfeng.

"I am the first national teacher of Mongolia, the eldest disciple of Master Basipa Sange, my master heard that the martial arts of the Central Plains Zhang Zhenren is profound, and specially asked me to visit!"