"Could it be that he came to my Wudang really just because he respected the master, so he told us the news of the King Kong Gate?" Song Yuanqiao muttered to himself in a low voice.

Immediately, he shook his head again, and his eyes instantly became firm: "You must pay attention, except for the third junior brother, no one must be allowed to touch him, everything is waiting for the ancestor to come back!" ”

It's just a piece of news, not only did the master who had been guarding Wudang for many years leave, but he even took away a few juniors and elders, and Wudang can be said to be the weakest now.

If someone wants to deal with Wudang, now is definitely the best chance.

As the head of the Wudang faction, he will not forget that from obscurity to juxtaposition with Shaolin, the reputation of the Wudang faction is completely stepped on by other sects, and it is not one or two families who want to trouble the Wudang faction in the rivers and lakes.

Not to mention that there is also the imperial court behind him, in case this young man's transmission of the news is just an excuse to divert the tiger from the mountain, it means that Wudang is now the most dangerous time, so he naturally has to be cautious.

At this time, not far from the King Kong Gate in the Western Regions, Zhang Sanfeng looked at a few little monks practicing martial arts in the King Kong Gate, and his face instantly sank.

"What a King Kong Gate, what I practice is really Shaolin Outer Skill!"

"It seems that my Wudang has indeed been silent for too long, and even a few people who have practiced a little foreign skill dare to trouble my Wudang disciples!" A thin and dying-looking veteran looked ahead with murderous intent in his eyes.

The other veteran Dao who stood together also sneered at the same time, but their eyes were already murderous.

The Wudang faction was established by Zhang Sanfeng, but it was by no means established by Zhang Sanfeng alone, and the elders did not kill less in their hands in order to make a reputation for Wudang, but only after Song Yuanqiao and other disciples grew up, these elders gradually retreated into the background.

I haven't done it for more than ten years, but now, looking at the King Kong Gate in front of me, the elders only feel that the blood they haven't seen for a long time is surging in their hearts.

"After I do it, you are doing it, today I will use this King Kong Gate to tell the people in the martial arts, I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect, and they can't move!"

Zhang Sanfeng's tone was with a rare domineering spirit, his figure flashed, completely ignoring the little monks who were practicing martial arts in the front yard of the King Kong Gate, and walked straight towards a Buddha hall in the center of the King Kong Gate.

The presiding officer of the King Kong Temple, whose muscles are metallic all over his body, knocked on the wooden fish with a calm face, since he took refuge in the Yuan Court, the King Kong Temple has been worshiped by the imperial court, the number of disciples is increasing every year, and even the surrounding herdsmen have begun to believe, which can be described as thriving.

"The old monk is so comfortable!" A domineering voice sounded in the Buddha hall.

"Who!"

The abbot of King Kong Temple turned his head sharply, and saw a veteran wearing a gray Taoist robe with a domineering face behind his back with his hands behind his back, striding in from the door.

It was only when he walked in front of him that he stopped and looked himself up and down with contempt on his face, just like a chef looking at the ingredients in front of him, obviously not taking himself as the host of the Kongo Temple in his eyes.

A wave of anger instantly poured out from the heart of the host of the Vajra Temple, but then, the anger was suppressed again, and there were dozens of Vajra Sect disciples outside, and they came to him without alarming any of them, and the strength of this old Taoist was definitely not low.

"Dare to report your name!"

Zhang Sanfeng walked to a meter in front of the host of the King Kong Temple, and he could touch it with his hand, so he looked up and down, and sighed: "The old way is the first to dare to shoot at my disciples, I thought that the disciples of the fire foreman Tuo had three heads and six arms!" ”

Cultivating external skills, after the decline of qi and blood, the strength will inevitably drop greatly, this old monk is rare in the world, but he still doesn't dare to make a move when he walks to the side, obviously he has no courage to compete in the rivers and lakes, which makes Zhang Sanfeng, who originally planned to make a move, secretly disappointed in his heart.

"Zhang Zhenren!" The presiding officer of the King Kong Temple took a few steps back, and his face was already pale.

Shaolin Wudang and known in the world, when his master fire foreman Tuo had a battle with Zhang Sanfeng, he vomited blood and died soon after returning, and his current strength is far inferior to the master of the year.

"Lao Dao has cultivated himself all these years, are you going to die when I die!" Zhang Sanfeng's voice was full of anger, the prestige of the Wudang faction was punched by himself, and it was not until he was sixty years old that he slowly eased down.

Thinking that a few of his apprentices in Dadu said that they had avenged their ancestors, they obviously offended Wudang, and now they are coming to the door.

The presiding officer of the King Kong Temple was already sweating like rain on his face, and he bowed his head with his hands together and said respectfully: "The old monks and disciples have taken refuge in the powerful and can't help it, so they offend their predecessors!" ”

"Offended?"

Zhang Sanfeng took a few steps forward, looked at the Buddha hall, turned his head and said, "Do you think it's just an offense to break the tendons of my third disciple and send him back to Wudang?" ”

The host of King Kong Temple couldn't help but gasp and almost scolded.

Beating people and sending them back is simply a provocation and insult to Zhang Sanfeng, the first person in martial arts, several of his disciples are honest in the temple on weekdays, how dare they do such a thing.

"There is an elixir black jade intermittent ointment in the old monk's temple, no matter how long the bone wound is smeared, it can be restored as before!"

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng's eyes had brought out Sen Han's murderous intent, the old monk said as quickly as possible: "As for a few disciples who have taken refuge in the powerful, they have already been expelled from the door wall by the old monk, no matter how the seniors deal with it, I have nothing to say in King Kong Temple!" ”

"Bring the black jade intermittent ointment!"

The first time I heard Zhao Wen talk about the black jade intermittent ointment, Zhang Sanfeng didn't actually think that there was such an elixir in the world, but now, even the host of the King Kong Temple thought that his disciple's injuries could be recovered, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised his hand and said forward.

After the host of King Kong Temple came to the Buddha statue as quickly as possible, he pressed it lightly, and a small door appeared in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to take out a jade bottle from the small door, and glanced at it with great regret, and then handed it to Zhang Sanfeng!

"This medicine is extremely effective, no matter how long the bone injury is, you only need to connect the broken bones and apply a thin one, even if the senior disciples have broken tendons all over the body, they only need half a bottle at most!"

"Prescription!" Raising his hand to take the jade bottle and carefully put it away, Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand again and spoke.

This kind of elixir is completely like an extra life for those who practice martial arts, and it can even become the foundation of a sect, and there is no prescription God knows whether the medicine in hand is true or false, and whether there is a problem.

"I'll take it, I'll take it!"

The host of King Kong Temple took out an iron box from the small door, and with a flattering smile on his face, he handed it to Zhang Sanfeng.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng raise his hand to catch the iron box, the smile on his face changed instantly, his fingers were already pressed on a mechanism behind the iron box, dozens of steel needles flashed out with cold light, and at the same time raised his hand to grab Zhang Sanfeng's arm.

Wulin's grievances, since they have been found, there is no reason to give up.