There are many masters around, not to mention the masters of Shaolin, needless to say about the people of the Wuyue Sword Sect. The beggars, the Sun and Moon God Sect, these great factions of the Celestial Empire have also come, and there are still a few groups of people who can't recognize them, and they feel quite strange.

Dugu Batian came, but he didn't notice Wu Ming, but paid attention to the person opposite. On the opposite side was a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, and he couldn't see anything special, Wu Ming heard someone next to him say his origin, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

The world will be, the master of the Heavenly Frost Hall!

This turned out to be a member of the World Society, and the one sitting next to him could make him so respectful, could it be said that he was the leader of the World Society?

On that day, next to the master of the Tianshuang Hall, there was still a person sitting, an old man about forty or fifty years old, who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

Is this the whole mobilization of the World Society? Even the gang leader has come, what is this going to do? Isn't he already retired from the world? Is he going to pay again?

There were several people next to him, and a masked woman in white sat quietly among them, and Wu Ming really felt extremely familiar when she saw her back. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally remembered who this was, if it was right, this woman was the woman I met in Lingyun Cave at the beginning.

Nie Mad and Broken Butian also came, and Mingjiao also came, Wei Yixiao sat in it, silent, next to his apprentice Zhang Wuji, but at this time he looked at a middle-aged Taoist priest in the hall with some nervousness, thinking that it should be Zhang Wuji and his father Zhang Cuishan. I don't know if Lu Dao will recognize his father this time, or will he wait until the future to recognize his relatives like in the game.

I don't know if it's because of the war. Everyone was too nervous, and no one in the Wudang faction recognized Zhang Wuji.

There are many masters who came, in addition to these Wu Ming can see, there are also tantric monks, and the five absolute seem to have also come, but they don't stay together. There are many more masters who have heard of the name, and among them, I don't know how many people are hidden in the road and have not shown themselves.

"Zhang Zhenren, this seat is here!" an arrogant and arrogant voice sounded in the main hall.

The voice rang out suddenly, and Wu Ming felt some roar in his ears. Is this a dismount for Zhang Zhenren? Suddenly, a stream of air hit, and all the people around him couldn't stand. Pour it to both sides. In the midst of the crowd. There was one more person, dressed in a black robe embroidered with red clouds, and his face was expressionless. But people dare not face it. The aura of blood is extremely strong.

"The Wizard is here. The old way is polite!" Zhang Zhenren stopped chanting, got up and saluted the outside of the main hall.

Zhang Zhenren's voice was flat and soft, but it suppressed the voice of the magician Pang.

"Is this the beginning?" Wu Ming said secretly in his heart. The two had just met, but they were already like this, and they didn't know what the battle would be like in the future.

"Okay, Zhang Zhenren is really a peerless master, unlike ordinary people like us, with a dusty temperament and profound skills. This seat admires, admires!" Pang Ban clenched his fists and spoke, his voice was extremely loud, echoing in this Zhenwu Hall, like a god and demon.

"I can't afford to be praised by a magician, it's just your love. Lao Dao is just a layman in the world, and he has only studied the Tao for a few days. Zhang Sanfeng smiled, his voice was still soft and flat, and he was as comfortable as a fairy sound in the hearts of others.

"Hey, this old way is so familiar? Could it really be him? But this temperament is not like it. Wu Ming knew that in the sea, the purple gold divine dragon was shocked.

"Not much to say, this seat is here, just asking for a fight, and asking Zhang Zhenren to fight as much as possible. "The magician Pang Ban is arrogant and uninhibited, but he has a little respect for Zhang Zhenren. In the martial arts, Zhang Zhenren's seniority is not to mention, his strength is also very strong, and he can be respected wherever he goes.

"Hehe, since the magician invited, the old way will not retreat. This shattered void, I have been thinking about it for many years, and I have not been able to achieve results, this time if I can borrow the hand of the magician, it is also a great blessing to launch the method of breaking the void. Zhang Zhenren didn't mean to refuse at all, and was obviously looking for a way to ascend.

Pang Ban's face was overjoyed, and he stretched out his hand to invite: "This place is too small, it's better to go out and fight, and don't ruin this Zhenwu Palace!" Zhang Zhenren, please!"

Pleasant and clean. The tone is arrogant, but it is extremely domineering and confident.

"Please!" Zhang Zhenren was also not polite, with their strength to fight here, I am afraid that it will be difficult to keep this True Martial Palace.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhenren had already stepped out, and looking at Pang Ban again, there was already no one, and the speed was so fast that few people found it. When I looked again, a black shadow had already appeared on a surrounding mountain, with his hands behind his back, his eyes were like eagle's eyes, and the fiery red red clouds were showing on it, looking extremely arrogant.

Zhang Sanfeng was not afraid, he stepped out, and a black and white different true yuan rose under his feet, like a Taiji diagram, and he walked over in the air like this. Standing on another hill.

Wudang Mountain is not just a mountain, there are many side peaks around. The two of them each set up a hill, and everyone looked at each other fascinated, this is the scene that the peerless master duel should be!

"The real person is strong, and this seat is not humble!" Pang Ban said, this time just to find a way to break the void, not a real battle of life and death, or a boring martial arts competition or something like that. After Pang Ban finished speaking, he had already made a move.

The long fist burst out, and the punch shook the world.

The demonic aura is monstrous, covering the sky and the sun. A huge fist pierced through the demonic qi and shot out, the huge fist was indomitable, the momentum was amazing, and you could feel the suffocating aura coming from a long distance. The faces of the spectators all changed in shock.

The first master of the Demon Gate, the first master of martial arts, and the man closest to God!

This guy's strength is really strong!

Dugu Batian's face changed slightly, he didn't expect that time to make a move, he hadn't done his best!

The power of this punch is several times stronger than the last time he was at the King of Fighters Gate? And seeing that he is so understated, it is obvious that there is still some strength left.

But think about it, only Zhang Zhen is worthy of his shot! This name of the magician is indeed worthy of the name, and he deserves this title!

Wu Ming felt the gust of wind coming, blowing on his face like a knife. His eyes were a little open, but he couldn't ignore Pang Ban's figure like a demon god, standing on the top of the mountain, and attacking with one fist. This punch, few people present, recognized it and took it unharmed.

Ao Tian's face also changed greatly: "But after more than a hundred years of cultivation, the strength is so strong." How strong is this kid's talent! He even cultivated his demonic energy, if this is in the era of the flood and famine, he will definitely be a generation of heavenly arrogant figures!"

"It's a good time!" Zhang Zhenren praised, and his hands drew a circle, like Tai Chi. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please read it on m.biquge.info. )