Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 9 Western Regions King Kong Gate

"Could it be that he came to my Wudang to tell us about the Vajra Sect because he respected Master?" Song Yuanqiao whispered to himself.

Immediately, he shook his head again, and his eyes instantly became firm: "You must pay attention, except for the third junior brother, you must not let anyone touch him. We will talk about everything when the patriarch comes back!"

It's just a piece of news, not only the master who guarded Wudang for many years left, but also took away a few juniors and a group of elders, Wudang can be said to be at its weakest now.

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

As the head of the Wudang School, he will never forget that from obscurity to being ranked alongside Shaolin, the reputation of the Wudang School today is completely gained by stepping on other schools. It is definitely not a family or two who want to trouble the Wudang School in the Jianghu.

Not to mention that the imperial court is watching from behind, if the young man's message is just an excuse to divert the tiger away from the mountain, it means that Wudang is now the most dangerous time, so it is natural to be cautious.

But at this time, not far from the Vajra Gate of the Western Regions, Zhang Sanfeng looked at several young monks practicing martial arts inside the Vajra Gate, and his expression sank instantly.

"What a Vajra Sect, you really practice Shaolin Wai Kung!"

"It seems that my Wudang has indeed been silent for too long. Even a few people who have practiced some external skills dare to trouble my Wudang disciples!" A thin, dying old Taoist looked at him with murderous intent in his eyes. ahead.

The other veterans standing together also had sneers on their faces at the same time, but their eyes were already filled with murderous intent.

The Wudang faction was established by Zhang Sanfeng, but it was definitely not established by Zhang Sanfeng alone. In order to build up the reputation of Wudang, the elders never did anything less than kill. It was only after Song Yuanqiao and other disciples grew up that these elders gradually retreated to the background.

They haven't done anything for more than ten years, but now, looking at the Vajra Gate in front of them, the elders can only feel the long-lost blood rushing to their hearts.

"After I do it, you guys are going to do it. Today, I will use this Vajra Gate to tell the people in the martial arts that my Wudang sect disciples, they can't move!"

There was a rare domineering tone in Zhang Sanfeng's tone, and his figure flashed, completely ignoring the group of young monks who were practicing martial arts in the front yard of the Vajra Gate, and walked straight towards the Buddhist hall in the center of the Vajra Gate.

The abbot of King Kong Temple with metallic muscles all over his body knocked on the wooden fish with a peaceful face. Since he joined Yuanting, King Kong Temple has been enshrined by the imperial court, and the number of disciples is increasing every year. Even the surrounding herdsmen have begun to believe in it. to describe.

"The old monk is so at ease!" A domineering voice sounded in the Buddhist hall.

"Who!"

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

He walked up to himself, then stopped and looked up and down with contempt on his face, just like a chef looking at the ingredients in front of him, obviously he didn't pay attention to himself, the host of the Vajra Temple.

A burst of anger gushed out from the heart of the abbot of the Vajra Temple in an instant, but then he suppressed the anger. There were dozens of disciples of the Vajra Sect outside, and they came to him without disturbing anyone. This veteran is definitely not low in strength.

"Dare to report your name!"

Zhang Sanfeng walked up to one meter in front of the abbot of the King Kong Temple, and he could touch it with his hand. Then he took a look up and down, and sighed: "The old way is the best in the world, and you King Kongmen are the first disciples who dare to attack me. Yes, I thought the disciple of Fireworker Toutuo had three heads and six arms!"

Those who practice external skills will inevitably lose their strength after their qi and blood decline. This old monk has a strong body and bones, which is rare in the world, but he still dare not make a move when he walks around. Obviously, he has no courage to fight for the front. Zhang Sanfeng was secretly disappointed.

"Really Zhang!" The abbot of King Kong Temple took several steps back, his face pale.

Shaolin Wudang is also famous in the world. Back then, my master Huogong Toutuo went to Wudang to fight Zhang Sanfeng. He vomited blood and died shortly after returning. His current strength is far inferior to his master back then.

"The old Taoist has been cultivating his body and mind all these years, do you think I'm dead!" Zhang Sanfeng's voice was full of anger. The prestige of the Wudang School was made by him punch by punch, and he slowly slowed down after he was sixty years old. .

Thinking of several of my apprentices in Dadu saying that they had avenged their ancestors, they obviously offended Wudang, and now they are looking for them.

The abbot of the King Kong Temple was already sweating profusely, clasped his hands together and bowed his head respectfully, saying: "The disciples of the old monk have taken refuge in the dignitaries and acted involuntarily. This is the only way to offend seniors!"

"offend?"

Zhang Sanfeng took a few steps forward, looked at the Buddhist hall, turned his head and said, "You think it's just an offense to send my third disciple back to Wudang with broken bones?"

The host of King Kong Temple couldn't help but gasped, and almost cursed out.

Beating people up and sending them back is simply provoking and insulting Zhang Sanfeng, the number one martial artist, and his disciples are usually honest in the temple, so how dare they do such a thing.

"In the old monk's temple, there is an elixir black jade intermittent ointment, no matter how long the bone injury is applied, it can be restored to its original state!"

Seeing the murderous intent in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, the old monk said at the fastest speed: "As for the few disciples who have taken refuge in the dignitaries, they have already been expelled from the gate by the old monk, no matter what the seniors do, we will never say anything else in King Kong Temple! "

"Bring the Black Jade Ointment!"

The first time I heard Zhao Wen talk about Black Jade Ointment, Zhang Sanfeng actually didn’t think there was such a panacea in the world, but now, even the abbot of the King Kong Temple believed that his disciple’s injuries could recover, and Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes suddenly As soon as it was bright, he raised his hand and said forward.

The abbot of King Kong Temple came to the Buddha statue at the fastest speed, pressed lightly, and a small door appeared in front of his eyes. He reached out and took out a jade bottle from the small door, looked at it with great regret, and then handed it to Zhang Sanfeng. past!

"This medicine is extremely effective. No matter how long the bone injury has been, you only need to smear it on a thin layer after the broken bones are connected. Even if the senior disciple has broken bones all over his body, he only needs half a bottle at most!"

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

This kind of elixir is like an extra life for martial arts practitioners, and it can even become the foundation of a sect, and without a prescription, God knows whether the medicine you get is real or not, and whether there is any problem.

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

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

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

Since the grievances and grievances of the martial arts have been brought to the door, there is absolutely no reason to let it go.

(End of this chapter)