At the beginning, I picked up a big guy to be a master

Chapter 37

Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang True Qi was extremely strong, Xiao Yu'er trembled a few times, and felt a lot more comfortable physically and mentally. After removing his internal energy, Zhang Wuji sent Yin Tianzheng's True Qi in this way again. Tang Yang and Yan Yuan saw Xiao Yu'er After feeling better, he quickly found out the knife wound medicine on his body and applied it to Xiao Yu'er's wound.

In full view, being touched by two men, so shameless, Xiao Yu'er stretched out his hand to block them, tapped a few times around the wound on his chest, stopped the bleeding, and then took the medicine himself, Tang Yang Seeing this, He Yanyuan was quite helpless.

Over there, Zhang Wuji had already treated Yin Tianzheng's wounds. Yin Tianzheng thanked Zhang Wuji in a low voice, stood up, and said proudly: "Master Kongzhi, the one named Yin is not dead yet, and you haven't given up yet, so you go back on your promises and want to rely on more. win?"

Kong Zhi waved his left hand, and said: "Okay! Everyone, why not wait for a while!"

Yin Tianzheng wanted to fight Tang Wenliang again, but Zhang Wuji stood in front of Yin Tianzheng, and said to Tang Wenliang, "Senior Yin said that you are not worthy of boxing with him, you beat me first, and then you can fight him."

Yin Tianzheng has seen that Zeng Aniu's inner strength is extremely deep, and even though he is absolutely uninjured, he is absolutely inferior. It is only natural for him to die for teaching, but first there is Jiang Xiaoyu, and then there is this young man, even if this young man has the ability No matter how strong he is, he is determined not to be able to defeat the opponent, who is defeated one after another by a steady stream of people. In the end, he is just like himself and Jiang Xiaoyu, seriously injured, exhausted, and slaughtered by others. He must not let such young talents Sacrifice in vain on the top of the light.

He said: "Little friend doesn't seem to be a member of our religion."

Zhang Wuji bowed respectfully and said: "The younger generation does not belong to the Ming sect, nor does it belong to the Tianying sect, but I have admired the senior for a long time, and now it is my duty to fight the enemy side by side with the senior."

Tang Wenliang was furious, and shouted: "What are you, kid? I want you to know how powerful the Kongtong faction is."

Zhang Wuji said loudly: "The Kongtong School's Seven Injuries Fist is powerful, and I have admired it for a long time. Shaolin monk Kong Jian master, didn't he just die under your school's Seven Injuries Fist?"

As soon as he said this, the Shaolin faction was shocked, and everyone's heart trembled.

Kongtong Pai Zongweixia said angrily: "Master Kongjian was killed by Xie Xun's villain. It is well known in the world, so what does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Wuji said: "Thank you, senior, for beating the god monk to death, Kong Jian, did you see it with your own eyes? Are you standing by? Are you helping?"

Zong Weixia said: "I saw that the god monk died in Luoyang. At that time, the five elders of Kongtong were guests at the residence of Daxia Liu of the Diancang School in Yunnan. How could we see the scene with our own eyes?"

Zhang Wuji said loudly: "Yes! Since you were in Yunnan at that time, how could you see Senior Xie killing Master Kongjian? This divine monk was killed by the Kongtong Sect's Qishang Boxing, everyone knows. Senior Xie It's not from your Kongtong sect, how can you blame others?"

Zong Weixia said: "Bah! Bah! At the place where the monk Kongjian passed away, there were eleven blood characters written on the wall 'Cheng Kun killed the monk Kongjian under this wall'. Xie Xun used his master's name to do it everywhere. If there is a bloody case, what is there to be suspicious about?"

Zhang Wuji's heart trembled, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and said: "Anyone can write these words. Although there are eleven words on the wall, who has seen Senior Xie write them with their own eyes? I want to say these eleven words." It was written by the Kongtong School. Writing is easy, but practicing Qishangquan is difficult."

He turned his head to Kongzhi and said: "Master Kongzhi, it is true that the elder brother Kongjian monk was killed by the Kongtong School's Seven Injuries Fist, isn't it? The Golden Lion King Xie Xun is not from the Kongtong School, that's right. no?"

Before Master Kongzhi could answer, a tall monk in a red cassock suddenly appeared, and the big golden Zen stick in his hand was struck heavily on the ground, and he shouted loudly: "Boy, which sect and sect are you from? It depends on you!" It is also worthy of talking to my master."

The monk arched his shoulders and spoke with three-point panting. It was the sound of the Shaolin monk Yuanyin. He shouted: "Boy, if you are a devil, you should kill yourself quickly, otherwise we monks will be merciful and don't come to embarrass you." You, go down the mountain immediately!"

Zhang Wuji said: "Is there a master Yuanzhen in your school? Please come out, I have a few words to ask."

Zhang Wuji endured the hatred and anger towards the Six Great Sects who forced his parents to death, in order to expose Cheng Kun's plot and resolve the Six Great Sects' grievances with Mingjiao.

Unexpectedly, Yuanyin said, "Brother Yuanzhen? How can he still talk to you? Whose sect are you?" He saw that Zhang Wuji had just struck Tang Wenliang, who was ranked among the five elders of Kongtong, back again and again. His master is not an ordinary person, that's why he questioned him again and again, otherwise, at the moment when Tu Mie Mingjiao is finishing his success, why would he be bothered to pester this young man of unknown origin.

Zhang Wuji said: "I'm neither a member of Mingjiao, nor a sect of any faction in the Central Plains. The fact that the six sects besieged Mingjiao this time was instigated by traitors, and there was a huge misunderstanding between them. Although I am young, I am not Knowing the twists and turns and the whole story, I dare to ask both parties to stop fighting, find out the truth, and judge who is right and who is right."

Xiao Yu'er heard Zhang Wuji's words, and guessed that he must know the secret.He went to the Bright Summit just to see who was doing the tricks, but he was injured all over his body. If he had known that Zeng Aniu was an insider, why would he come here to suffer this crime?
I think so, but Xiao Yu'er doesn't regret coming up for such a trip.

Hearing Zeng Aniu's words, the six major sects burst into haha, hehe, hoho, hehe, hehe... all kinds of laughter, they all thought he was insane and talking nonsense, except for the Wudang faction , only Zhou Zhiruo frowned and remained silent.

What Zhang Wuji said was all the truth, but everyone in the Wulin was blinded and still couldn't see the truth clearly.

Zhang Wuji stood on the spot, looked around proudly, and insisted that Master Yuanzhen of Shaolin come out to confront him. The Shaolin people discovered Yuanzhen's body as early as under Guangmingding, how to confront him?Yuanyin was even more emotional, he felt that his blindness had something to do with Zhang Cuishan, and he said a lot of bad things about Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

How can Zhang Wuji be patient?He jumped forward, stretched out his left hand, grabbed Yuanyin's waist and lifted it up, grabbed the Zen stick in his hand with his right hand, crossed the stick head, and wanted to shoot it down on his head.

The Shaolin monks snatched two people at the same time, and the two Zen sticks were divided into Zhang Wuji's left and right sides. Zhang Wuji did not lose the slightest advantage against the Shaolin three people, and used "Wudang ladder cloud vertical" and "Wudang long fist" to fight them. But just when Zhang Wuji had already won the victory and was able to seriously injure Yuanyin, he suddenly put down Yuanyin and said slowly: "Master Yuanyin, Zhang Wuxia didn't blind you, so don't hold grudges like this. Besides, Zhang Wuxia killed himself, what? It is time to resolve the enmity. The master is a monk, and the four elements are all empty, why should he be so obsessed with the old things?"

Yuanyin narrowly escaped death, stared blankly at Zhang Wuji, speechless, seeing him handing over his Zen stick, he naturally reached out to take it, bowed his head and backed away, faintly feeling that there was something wrong with the resentment he had been holding all these years.

After hearing Zhang Wuji's words, all the eminent monks of Shaolin and all the heroes of Wudang couldn't help but secretly nodded.

(End of this chapter)