Zhang Sanfeng looked at Sanger lightly, and there was no trace of contempt in his eyes.

At the age of only forty or fifty years old, this Sange is enough to be called the top master in the world.

I'm afraid that it is the seven disciples under his seat who can use the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation together to compete, and take it out alone, but it is definitely not the opponent of the Sange in front of him.

Moreover, there is not only one disciple of Sange, but three disciples, which shows the power of this Paspa!

"If Mongolia really wants me to fight in the Central Plains martial arts, then defeat Lao Dao first, if you don't defeat Lao Dao, then wantonly attack my Central Plains Martial Arts Sect, then don't blame Lao Dao for being ruthless."

A cold light flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, he had always hated foreign clans, Meng Yuan!

Cheng Kun took refuge in Mongolia, and in the original work, he almost made the entire Central Plains martial arts kill each other.

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If it weren't for the birth of Zhang Wuji, the true son of heaven, I'm afraid that all of this would have been succeeded by that Chengkun!

Sanger's face was pale, and he gasped slightly, his face pale.

"It's a pity that Zhang Zhenren blocked you, if you didn't stop it, then Cheng Kun would not have an accident, and it would definitely hurt your Central Plains martial arts vitality, and then my Mongolian Empire would go straight down, who of you could resist?"

"Humph!"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, looked at Sange, and did not hide the strong murderous intent in his heart.

"Do you really think that Lao Dao won't dare to kill you?"

The true power in Zhang Sanfeng's body surged, to the point of rigidity and softness, and the changes in his hand, his palm already secretly contained terrifying power!

Sange's face changed, and he looked at Zhang Sanfeng's hands with fear, knowing that under the strength of his strength, he would die here.

"I'm just passing the word for my master, Zhang Zhenren won't do anything that makes the world laugh, what's more, I'm here to write a war letter for my master!"

"What war book?"

The indifferent look on Zhang Sanfeng's face did not diminish at all, he was already thinking about whether to leave this Sange in front of him completely!

"Today is May, and more than four months later, that is, on the day of the Double Ninth Festival in September, my master will ask you to fight in Kunlun Mountain! I don't know if Zhang Zhenren agrees!"

"Master!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly, he knew that Zhang Sanfeng's real power was damaged, and it would be difficult to recover in four months!

Zhang Sanfeng gave Song Yuanqiao a steady look, and then slowly looked at Sange, his eyes as steady as Mount Tai.

"I promised the war book, I won't kill you today, but when you come to my Wudang Mountain to lie down, you have to leave something, right?"

Before the words fell, Zhang Sanfeng had already made a lightning move, and in his hands, the terrifying power bloomed like an angry wave.

His five fingers stretched out, like dragon claws, and with a light touch, he landed on the shoulders of that Sanger!

"One arm, that's enough!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled coldly, looked at Sange, who was completely flustered and looked frightened, and tore it hard, one of Sange's arms had been completely torn off!

"Ahh

Sanger's eyes turned red almost instantly, he let out a roar of pain, and cut off an arm, his ten years of hard work were all in vain!

"Break your arm, can you be convinced?"

Zhang Sanfeng said lightly, compared to the sins that Cheng Kun did in the Central Plains Martial Arts, the Sange in front of him was just broken, and he felt that it was cheap.

This move is also to tell Ba Si Pa that his Central Plains martial arts is not a soft persimmon to be slaughtered, and with him Zhang Sanfeng here, the Central Plains martial arts will not be bullied by any foreign race!

"Sange is convinced! Zhang Zhenren is really powerful, I, Sanger today, am completely convinced!"

At this moment, Sange's face regained his composure, before he came, he had seen a lot of Central Plains martial arts warriors, but they were all vulnerable.

Even among the Ming Sect, which is known as the Great Sect of the Central Plains, there are only a few that can make him look at it.

Today's Sange understands that there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky, and the Central Plains is indeed as his master said, capable of producing many people!

"Tell Ba Si Pa, I, Zhang Sanfeng, took over the battle book, but during this period, if he still sends people with unscrupulous intentions to disturb the forces of my Central Plains martial arts, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

Zhang Sanfeng slapped a half-house-sized boulder near Sange with a fluttering palm.

With a bang, the boulder turned into stone chips under the unparalleled true power, flying all over the sky, and the boulder weighing thousands of pounds couldn't stop Zhang Sanfeng's light blow!

Sange's pupils were shocked, not shocked by the smashing of the boulder, but shocked by Zhang Sanfeng's weightless attitude.

He knew that Zhang Sanfeng had a slight injury on his body, but after fighting him, he could still smash the boulder so lightly, but he had to be impressed.

"I will truthfully tell the master, that real person, I will say goodbye!"

Sanger gently arched his hand, forcibly endured the pain that pierced his heart, and descended Wudang Mountain step by step, this mountain that is not very famous in the Central Plains, made him completely rise in awe in his heart.

After Sanger left, Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly.

"Master, the injury is serious, that Sange, it is indeed very strong, but the disciple has never heard of this person!"

"It's okay to be a teacher, as for that Ba Sipa, he is the first imperial teacher of Mongolia, and Sange is his disciple, and his true inheritance is indeed unfathomable!"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly and said, in the original work, I didn't see the figure of Ba Sipa, but I didn't expect that in today's world, there is such an invincible object!

It seems that the water in the heavenly world is not shallow!

In addition to the Mongolian national teacher Ba Sipa, there is also the head of the Persian Ming Sect and the Western Regions Tantra, among these great sects, there must be amazing masters.

It's just that it is not mentioned in the original book, how can there be a real world, only those characters mentioned, those who are not mentioned, may be the most terrifying.

"Although that Sange is strong, but the disciples are waiting for the Seven Martial Arts to unfold the True Martial Arts, although it is difficult to defeat, it should not be a problem to resist."

"That's right, in the next time, you have to take care of your body, and strive to combine it with the pure Yang Wuji Gong for another set of internal skills that the teacher will pass on to you."

"And the Red Flame Divine Palm, you have to learn these step by step, martial arts together, endless and long, you can't be lax on yourself, you have to practice hard day after day, hard practice, in order to finally achieve something!"

"The disciple understands, and the disciple will take the master's words to heart!"

Song Yuanqiao nodded, seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was really fine, he went back to discuss the cultivation with other senior brothers.

As for Zhang Sanfeng, he naturally went to retreat in the Zhenwu Palace, the realm of martial arts is indeed endless, and only by constantly climbing can you see the peak!

In the main hall, Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged, carefully understanding his own shortcomings.

He has indeed gained some self-confidence in the enemies he has faced recently, and he is used to crushing the enemy with his true strength, but his own martial arts are a little rusty!

"It seems that we have to gain time to improve the Tai Chi Dao, although I have received some backlash today, but I have benefited a lot, and I have a deeper understanding of the Tai Chi Dao. ”