He Taichong stood up and apologized: "It was indeed wrong for us to persecute your mother back then, but we didn't expect him to commit suicide, and we asked the little brother to calm his anger!"

Zhang Wuji saw the enemy who persecuted him back then, and humbly apologized to himself, as if he had drunk a big sip of cold water, refreshing his heart.

Brother Lin is really right, only by becoming strong can he win the respect of others, weakness is the original sin, if his parents could have his current strength, why would he be forced to die.

"Well, since you sincerely apologize, I will forgive you, as long as you cut off one of your own hands, it will be regarded as atonement for the mistakes you made back then!"

The onlookers were in an uproar, and He Taichong, the head of the dignified Kunlun faction, had humbly admitted his mistake, and Zhang Wuji also asked him to cut off a hand.

He Taichong gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I cut off a hand to atone for my sins!"

Huashan Xian Yutong is dead, and the five elders of Kongtong have been abolished, if he only uses some face and one hand for a life, it is not too much of a loss!

He Taichong pulled out his saber and forced himself to slash at his other hand, and for a while blood was dripping and his palm fell to the ground.

He Taichong is also a man, he didn't scream, and he couldn't hold back the sharp pain in his heart and said, "Now the little brother may let me go?"

Zhang Wuji glanced at Lin Jian, and Lin Jian nodded slightly.

"Okay! The grudge between me and the Kunlun faction is over, if the Kunlun faction wants revenge, just come to me!"

He Taichong said "don't dare" and retreated into the crowd.

Zhang Wuji set his eyes on the Shaolin Temple: "I forced my parents to death back then, and you bald donkeys made a lot of trouble, if you don't give an explanation now, there is no need for your Shaolin Temple to exist!"

The monks of Shaolin Temple were furious, they were not Kunlun sects, which had only risen in recent years, but a big sect that had stood for thousands of years without falling, how could they have been so coerced.

Even if Zhang Wuji is unparalleled at this time, he can't humiliate Shaolin!

The abbot of Shaolin stood up and said: "Back then, I just asked about the whereabouts of your parents Xie Xun, and we never forced your parents to die.

How can the hatred of your parents' suicide be placed on us, so many people have been killed and injured today, Zhang Shizhu should stop!"

Zhang Wuji was amused by the empty news, and said coldly: "The abbot is really merciful, and only a few people have died, so he has a kind heart."

I don't know when you killed so many members of the Ming Sect, did you ever think that the people in the Ming Sect were also raised by their parents?

If you can't give me an explanation today, I'll send you bald asses to see the Buddha.

Anyway, you Buddhists like to go to the West Heaven, and if I kill you, it will be considered a good deed!"

Zhang Wuji was still a little unaccustomed to it at the beginning, but now the more he talks, the more refreshing it becomes, and what Lin Jian taught him is easy to say.

A group of people in the Ming Sect deeply recognized Zhang Wuji's words, and these words were really in their hearts.

"The Tatars invaded my Central Plains for a hundred years, and I have hundreds of millions of Han people, and I have never seen this group of famous and decent people go down the mountain to save people, but the Shaolin Temple is called the will of God.

On the contrary, those of us who are called the Demon Sect by them have been resisting the Tartars for hundreds of years, and we have suffered countless casualties!

It is clear who is the right path and who is the evil devil, and they dare to stand here and reason with us!"

The people in the rivers and lakes were silent, what the people in the Mingjiao said was the truth, and in terms of fighting the Tartars, the Mingjiao did ten thousand times stronger than them!

The abbot chanted a Buddha name, "Back then, Xie Xun killed my senior brother Kongjian, and we have to find out his whereabouts."

It is really not my intention to force Zhang Shizhu's parents to death, I hope you can understand!"

Zhang Wuji couldn't talk about these monks, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with them, so he said coldly.

"Now either learn from He Taichong to cut off his palm, or just have a few tricks with me, you choose for yourself!"

Kongwen pondered for a moment, if he cut off his palm, although he could save his life, he would lose the reputation of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years, only if he died in battle, he would not make people despise Shaolin Temple!

"Then I will come to learn the tricks of Zhang Shizhu, if I am defeated and die, please Zhang Shizhu not to embarrass the others in Shaolin Temple. ”

Kong Wen instructed the Shaolin disciples behind him: "I have a battle with Zhang Shizhu, if I am defeated and die, even if the grievances between the two sides are settled, I am not allowed to seek the bad luck of Zhang Shizhu!"

Kong Wen instructed the Shaolin disciples, not because they were afraid that they would find Zhang Wuji's bad luck, but because he told Zhang Wuji that the Shaolin Temple would not look for his bad luck.

Kongwen said to Zhang Wuji tragically: "Please also make a move!"

Zhang Wuji picked up his fist and hit Kongwen, "Back then, my father-in-law killed Kongjian with three punches, and today I will also punch you three times, after three punches, if you can still live, I will spare you!"

Zhang Wuji's words gave Li Kong a glimmer of hope, with the strength shown by Zhang Wuji, it was impossible to defeat him, but it should be no problem to catch the three punches.

To be able to live, he didn't want to go to see the Buddha so early, thinking of this, Kongwen used the dragon grip to meet Zhang Wuji's Seven Wounds Fist.

The dragon's grip and the Seven Wounds Fist intersected, and there was a clatter, and there was a sound of bones breaking.

After one move, Zhang Wuji and Kong Wen separated, Kong Wen hung one arm and kept trembling, obviously it was him who made the bone cracking sound just now.

Seeing Zhang Wuji kill the five elders of Kongtong and Zhang Wuji who was rarely enlightened in one move before, it was terrifying, and when he fought with Zhang Wuji at this time, he knew that Zhang Wuji was more powerful than the surface.

At present, he has only received a trick, and his arm has been scrapped, and he must change his method to survive.

Kongwen no longer used martial arts moves, but used the internal force of his whole body to scold Zhang Wuji, forcing Zhang Wuji to compete with him for internal strength.

Zhang Wuji was not afraid, his palms faced Kongwen, and the two faced each other with four palms.

Seeing Zhang Wuji and Kongwen competing for internal strength, a glimmer of brightness flashed in the eyes of the people of the six major sects.

Although Zhang Wuji's martial arts are powerful, his internal strength is not necessarily as stable as the sky, Zhang Wuji is only in his twenties, even if he starts practicing from his mother's womb, he is only in his twenties.

And Kongwen does have at least fifty years of skill, and Zhang Wuji is by no means Kongwen's opponent when competing for internal strength.

The white-eyed Eagle King and a group of people in the Ming Sect also saw the situation on the field, and said anxiously: "Wuji is still too young, and his moves are so powerful, why do you want to compete with the old bald donkey for internal strength?"

Just kill it and it's over, insist on being strong, and fall for the trick of the old bald donkey!

If something goes wrong in a moment, we'll come to his rescue. ”

Only Lin Jian in the field is not worried about Zhang Wuji's safety, others don't know, but he knows very well.

With the chaotic divine body he helped Zhang Wuji practice blindly, not to mention that it is an empty hearsay, even if he adds everyone present, he may not be able to fight Zhang Wuji.

The internal strength of everyone present can only be regarded as cotton, Zhang Wuji's can be regarded as gold and iron, and Lin Jian's own is diamond.

No matter how much cotton there is, it is difficult to hurt iron, let alone diamond!