In the True Martial Palace, the exterminator looked at Zhang Sanfeng too worriedly, and finally said, "Zhang Zhenren, in two months, you really want to fight against that Basi Ba Kunlun Mountain." ”

Zhang Sanfeng nodded lightly, "Yes, this is something that has been agreed a long time ago, although Ba Si Pa is the first imperial master of the ancient country, the old way may not lose to him!"

Zhang Sanfeng still has a very strong self-confidence in himself, although Ba Si Pa is strong, but in his eyes, he may not be stronger than him, and no one in the whole world can block his path.

Exterminator Tai said, "That Ba Si Pa is very powerful, when the Yuan army attacked the six major factions before, I investigated him, he has been practicing in Mongolia for decades, and the spiritual method is invincible, and it can even be said that it is more mysterious than the soul transfer Dafa recorded in the Nine Yin True Scripture!"

The exterminator was too afraid, "Although I haven't seen it, the rumors are true!"

A look of shame appeared on Song Yuanqiao's face, now these disciples who are not successful can't even beat the disciples of other people's disciples, and they have to rely on their own masters, it is really a shame to throw them to their own door.

"Lao Dao knows, when the time comes, he will definitely pay attention to it!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and a touch of coldness appeared on his face, "That Shaolin Temple, it is really worthy of being the first martial arts Taoist in the world, between the great enemy and danger, he doesn't think about protecting his family and defending the country, and he is like a turtle with a shrunken head to close the temple!"

Song Yuanqiao and the exterminator were silent, and what the Shaolin Temple did was really a bit too much.

Among the five major sects, the other sects are bloody battles, even if the character is shameless Xian Yutong, but also bravely kill the enemy, to die to repay the country, only Shaolin, as a shrinking turtle, really insulting the reputation of the Bodhidharma Patriarch.

"Since they want to seal the temple, he will keep sealing it, and after the battle with that Ba Sipa, the old Taoist will personally go to the Shaolin Temple and let them seal the temple for a hundred years!"

Zhang Sanfeng's face was already as cold as ice.

"In two months, you don't have to bother me, the Yuan army should not attack the mountain again, since you are going to fight with the first national division, why don't you prepare well. ”

Zhang Sanfeng said, raised his feet and left, and directly entered a secret room in the deepest part of the Zhenwu Palace.

This secret room, which he had never been to before, was built twenty or thirty years ago, and now it is used for his retreat, which is very good!

Time flies, soon, two months have completely flown by, and there are only two or three days left before the day of the Double Ninth Festival in September, and there is a heavy atmosphere on Wudang Mountain.

Behind the Zhenwu Hall, in the secret room where there had been no movement for two months, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

With the passage of time, the footsteps became louder and louder, and after a while, an old man with fairy wind and bones stepped out!

"In two months, I have reached the peak state, and then Ba Si Pa should be ready!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes looked into the distance, and he seemed to shuttle through many spaces, colliding with a person's gaze.

Walking out of the Zhenwu Palace, Zhang Sanfeng saw Song Yuanqiao who was waiting at a glance.

"Master, when the war is approaching, the disciples of Wudang Mountain can't help the master, so they specially embroidered a real martial arts robe for the master, hoping that the master will return proudly, this is all the intentions of the people in Wudang Mountain."

Song Yuanqiao presented a Taoist robe, on which there was a pair of yin and yang Taiji patterns on the back, blinking, as if this Taiji diagram, constantly circulating on the robe, this robe, the whole body is made of the best fabric.

"You're careful!"

Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face, and after changing his robe, he thought about it for a while, and finally took a true martial sword in his hand that had never been used against the enemy.

"Master, go!"

Zhang Sanfeng walked melodiously down the mountain, just a few ordinary steps, but the speed was extremely fast, and soon, Song Yuanqiao could no longer see Zhang Sanfeng's figure.

In the depths of Kunlun Mountain, on the top of a towering giant peak, Pasipa has sat cross-legged on his knees, like a stone sitting withered, undisturbed.

After getting off Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng rushed all the way to Kunlun Mountain, there were two and a half days left from the ninth day of September, he was not in a hurry, and the time was enough!

At this time, under the mountain, although there is still a lot of war, it is much better than the chaos a few months ago, at least, on the side of Wudang Mountain, there is no longer a raging Yuan army!

"I hope you, Zhu Yuanzhang, can still be here, push all the way, set the world, ascend the throne and become the emperor, and let the people of the world live a stable life!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the devastated land, and then rushed towards Kunlun Mountain, he could feel that Ba Si Pa was waiting for him there!

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, Ba Sipa, dressed in black and sitting cross-legged, slowly opened a pair of eyes, Zhang Sanfeng, it's almost there!

A quarter of an hour passed, on the top of Kunlun Mountain, a footstep sounded, and Zhang Sanfeng walked towards him step by step under the gaze of Ba Sipa!

"Your Excellency, this is Mongolia's No. 1 Imperial Master Ba Sipa!"

Zhang Sanfeng was the first to speak, these two people, one in a gray and white robe, the other in black, like the night of the abyss, never see the light, it seems that they are natural opponents!

Ba Si Pa got up and took a deep look at Zhang Sanfeng, "Yes, I am Ba Si Pa, Zhang Zhenren of Wudang in the Central Plains, and it really deserves its reputation."

The two glanced at each other, smiled lightly, and said nothing, as if they already knew each other's strength.

"Let's make a move, I hope Zhang Zhenren, don't let me down!"

Ba Sipa's face was pale, and a sonorous voice came out, which shook the surrounding towering ancient trees.

Immediately afterwards, he brazenly slapped a palm, in the not tall body of the eight Sipa, as if there was endless power, this long, giving an invincible feeling, as if the heavens and the earth could not be avoided!

The surging palm power bloomed wantonly, and some of the surrounding trees began to shake wildly, and large leaves fell from above.

"Good palm power!"

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils shrank fiercely, this palm, even him, could not dodge, could only collide with it.

This palm has already stood at the pinnacle of the Heaven and Dragon Slaying World, even if it is as powerful as his Wudang Seven Heroes and Seven Interception Formations together, under this palm, it will fall!

"Red Flame Divine Palm!"

Zhang Sanfeng slapped out with a palm, and the majestic palm power spread in all directions, swept and rolled.

A fiery meaning like the scorching sun on a May day quickly swept the top of Kunlun Mountain, making the dead leaves that fell down almost burn, and this fiery color made Ba Si Pa frown!

Bang!

These two palms collided in mid-air, stirring up an endless heat wave, which spread to the sky and the trees, bursting a bowl-sized wound.

Evenly divided!

The blow of the two was evenly divided, and there was almost no winner or loser.

The only difference is that in the eyes of the two, there is a dignified light to the limit.

The opponents are all the top masters of a country, Zhang Sanfeng, who represents the peak of the Wulin pyramid in the Central Plains, and Ba Si Pa is the strongest division of Mongolia in a hundred years.

The battle between the two is not only a collision of force, but also a collision between two countries, and they both have invincible beliefs in their hearts.