Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, the first national teacher of the Mongolian Empire, Ba Sipa, he had heard of this person back then, but he had only heard of it, and had never met it.

"Your Excellency is the great disciple of that Paspa, Master Sanger?"

Zhang Sanfeng said slightly, his heart couldn't help but sink slightly, the Sange in front of him is not weak, I don't know what kind of strength does that Ba Si Pa have?

The middle-aged man in the dark robe nodded, and a sonorous voice came out.

"I am Sange, the eldest disciple of the master, the master asked me to come here for two purposes, the first is to visit Zhang Zhenren, the real person in the Central Plains martial arts, enjoys a good reputation, can be called the first person in the Central Plains martial arts, and my master Ba Sipa, and in Mongolia for the first imperial teacher, both are outstanding people, if the two do not visit, wouldn't it be a pity!"

Sanger continued, "Shizun has another purpose, that is, let me try Zhang Zhenren's virtual reality, Shizun said, Zhang Zhenren is over 100 years old, he will be old and frail, if he is not as good as me, then he is not qualified to come in person!"

Sanger said, looking at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile, a confident light flickered faintly on him, these words, he directly stated the meaning, without beating around the bush.

"Hmph, such an ignorant and arrogant Mongolian Tartar, let that Raushzi Ba Si Pa come to speak in person, my master can't even look down on you, you are just a lower disciple, how dare you speak wildly?"

Song Yuanqiao's anger rose in his heart, and the sword in his hand flashed, stabbing fiercely at this Sange, this sword, with all its true strength, is extremely powerful, it is a half-meter-thick boulder, and it will be divided into two!

Looking at this powerful and powerful sword, there was no change on Sanger Na's face, and there was still a faint smile.

"Zhang Zhenren is unparalleled in the world, I didn't expect the disciples under the seat to be so unbearable, it seems that Zhang Zhenren's ability to teach his disciples is average."

Sanger smiled lightly, and just as the sword was about to slash at him, an invisible momentum burst out from him.

His body, which was already broad and majestic, became thicker, and where the whole person stood was like an immovable king, difficult to shake, Song Yuanqiao's sword slashed straight at Sange, but it made a sound of gold and iron fighting.

"What's going on?"

Song Yuanqiao exclaimed, he only felt that the long sword seemed to have encountered a thousand tempered steel, it was difficult to enter an inch, and above the long sword, invincible power came, drilling into his body through the long sword, making it difficult for him to control himself!

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

Song Yuanqiao took more than a dozen steps back, and the corners of his mouth slowly overflowed with drops of blood, and in a place that others couldn't see, Song Yuanqiao's hand holding the sword was trembling even more!

The Mongolian in front of him is very strong, this is what Song Yuanqiao thought in his heart, that sword, he felt that it was slashed on a mountain, and the force of the anti-shock was completely shaken!

"Master, the disciple is incompetent, and he has disgraced the master!"

A sense of shame flashed on Song Yuanqiao's face, and he was about to pace into the Zhenwu Hall at the moment, and find six junior disciples to come out and compete with this Sange, but was gently stopped by Zhang Sanfeng.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, you don't suffer if you lose in his hands!"

Zhang Sanfeng's temperament became indifferent, like thousands of years of ice, like a cold winter, able to freeze everything, and the people of Mongolia also came.

He looked straight at Sange, who was standing on the spot and smiling, and said slowly, "Ba Si Pa National Teacher, this is going to be the enemy of my Central Plains Martial Arts?"

Sanger didn't answer, but still had a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at Zhang Sanfeng's disciple's inferior skills!

"Zhang Zhenren should shoot first, let me see how many catties you have, what my master means, not everyone can hear!"

Sanger grinned, looked at Zhang Sanfeng lightly, his eyes, a cold light flashed, although he was proud, but he would never underestimate the enemy, the master said, you must not underestimate any enemy!

"Good!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, Ba Si Pa, although he heard his name, but he didn't see him, although he can't meet Ba Si Pa now, but he will sit down as a disciple, but he can also see how Ba Si Pa, in the end can get to the top!

"That real person should be careful!"

Sanger sneered, that burly and majestic body had disappeared, with such a majestic body, he could have such a fast speed, which really surprised Song Yuanqiao.

This disciple of the First National Master of Mongolia is already so powerful.

I don't know what kind of character that Ba Si Pa should be, for a while, Song Yuanqiao's heart was heavy, he naturally had absolute confidence in his master, but after all, his master's true power was damaged now, and he was not at the peak!

In mid-air, Sanger swept down like a falling meteor, and he clenched both of them, with unmatched momentum.

His external skills, his cultivation has reached the peak, I am afraid that he is the most powerful martial artist in the Western Regions Vajra Sect, and he can't compare with it!

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng just swept out a palm, this palm, pure and masculine, like a raging flame, swept everything, and the blazing light was felt clearly in Song Yuanqiao outside Zhang Sanfeng's three zhangs.

In the face of this palm, a trace of surprise flashed in Sanger's eyes, but he was not afraid, his fist as big as a casserole seemed to be cast of steel, and slammed into the punch that burned like fireworks.

"Bang!"

The blows of the two of them finally hit together, and even the energy of the surrounding void was repeatedly rippling.

Let Song Yuanqiao involuntarily take a few steps back, in such a battle, he can't help, and he is not enough to help.

"Bang!"

Under the blow, Zhang Sanfeng's body retreated frantically, and then, at a faster speed than before, he blasted forward.

And Na Sange's face was flushed, but he endured it stubbornly, and his fists collided with Zhang Sanfeng in the air, but in a few breaths, the two had already collided in the air more than a dozen times.

The terrifying internal strength raged in the surrounding three feet, causing the earth to fly sand and rocks, setting off gusts of wind.

Finally, a muffled snort sounded, and Sange's face became extremely flushed, and then with a poof, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng with fear, his eyes full of incredulity.

Unexpectedly, this Zhang Sanfeng really lived up to his reputation, and he defeated him in what he was best at.

The collision between them just now, but every blow has a thousand powers, but Zhang Sanfeng is like nothing, as always, and he can't hold on.

"Sure enough, you are a character who was not born in the Central Plains martial arts, and you are qualified to fight with my master!"

The arrogance on Sange's face dissipated most of the time, and he said to Zhang Sanfeng.

"If the dragon elephant reaches the tenth layer, it is not weak as the Golden Wheel National Master of the year, your master can teach you, and it can be called a generation of great masters!"

Zhang Sanfeng's gaze remained the same, even if it was that Ba Si Pa Qiang? He had invincible self-confidence, he could push everything horizontally, and Ba Si Pa would also bow down at his feet!

Sange was silent, but the fear of Zhang Sanfeng in his heart was even more layered, this person deserved to be the great master of the Central Plains martial arts generation as his master said.