Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 97 Wudang Birthday Banquet ([-])
Murong, who had been silent for a long time, repeated his voice, and many people showed fearful expressions.

The famous names of North Qiaofeng and South Murong have lasted for ten years in the world.

As the saying goes, the name of a person and the shadow of a tree are naturally not underestimated by others.

Of course.

Now the closest opportunity to obtain the Dragon Slaying Knife is at hand.

How could everyone stop because of Murong Fu's few words?
Xihuazi sneered sinisterly again, and said loudly:
"If Zhang Wuxia doesn't tell the whereabouts of that villain Xie Xun today, not to mention you Murong Fu, even Daoist Zhang will...huh..."

"Insanity!"

Seeing this Kunlun sect disciple being so threatening, Mo Shenggu, who regards Zhang Sanfeng as his father, finally couldn't bear it any longer, shouted violently, and popped a walnut between his fingers.

call out--

The shiny walnut shot out Zhongxi Huazi's waist and abdomen, revealing his hidden weapon.

Mo Shenggu said with a sneer: "You all come to Wudang to pay respects to my birthday, why do you keep this weapon private? Is it for birthday wishes, or to provoke trouble!"

Xihuazi became angry from embarrassment, and drew out his weapon.

"If Zhang Wuxia insists on not speaking today, then he has no choice but to do it!"

Seeing that Xi Huazi of the Kunlun School has made a head start.

Zuo Lengchan calmed down a bit, and gave hints to his disciples to get them to agree.

"Yes, that's right!"

"If you don't tell Xie Xun's whereabouts today, no wonder I'm waiting to do it!"

……

The cold blades glowed with a cold light, all aimed at the Wudang Taoist priests
The sword is on the verge of breaking out, and the picture is poor.

It fell into silence for a while.

"Amitabha~"

The Buddha's name, as loud as a bell, was heard from afar. With the blessing of inner strength, the sound was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. It was obvious that the person who spoke just now had not weak inner strength.

A group of Shaolin monks appeared.

All the people gathered in the center of the hall gave way together.

"Shaolin Kongwen, together with fellow disciples Kong Zhi, Kong Xing and disciples, wish Master Zhang a long life and happiness."

"Master, you don't need to be too polite."

Zhang Sanfeng suppressed his anger, looked calm, and returned a salute.

……

The three great monks of Shaolin came to the scene, and many people breathed a sigh of relief.

After saying the reason for coming, seeing Murong Fu was also there, Kong Wen clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"Since Mr. Murong has met now, then Grandmaster Xuanbei of my temple died, please give an explanation!"

Murong Fu's expression was indifferent, and he waved his folding fan lightly.

"Master Xuanbei's matter has nothing to do with this subordinate, and Chief Qiao can testify to this subordinate."

Kongwen's city mansion is extremely deep, and no emotional fluctuations can be seen on his old face.

"Nowadays no one knows that Xiao Feng is a Khitan of a different race, as the so-called non-my race, his heart must be different, so naturally his words cannot be taken seriously."

The folding fan stopped, Murong Fu asked: "Oh... Then I wonder what Master Kongwen is going to do?"

"Today, this old monk did not come here for Mr. Murong.

When things are over here, I would like to ask Mr. Murong to go back to Shaolin with my old monk to find out the truth.

If Mr. Murong was wronged, I will personally make amends, I don't know what Mr. Murong wants. "

Kong Hearing the words, he gave face, Murong Fu, who was about to go to Shaolin, was satisfied, and said in a deep voice:

"I, the Gusu Murong family, have always been upright. After Zhenren Zhang's birthday banquet is over, I will go to Shaolin to prove my innocence. I don't need to be invited by Master Kongwen."

"It's so good." Nodding his head, Kong Wen looked at Zhang Cuishan and said coldly:

"Zhang Cuishan, you are sworn sworn brothers with that evil thief Xie Xun, which is really despised by martial arts, and today you are covering up that Xie Xun in every possible way, but does that mean that Wudang has already joined the Demon Cult?"

Listen to this unreasonable slander against Wudang.

Zhang Cuishan couldn't bear it, he took a step forward in shock and anger, and was about to take over everything.

But I found that I couldn't move, and I couldn't open my mouth.

Looking sideways, he saw that Zhang Sanfeng had put his palm on his shoulder at some point.

Zhang Cuishan was anxious, he used his internal energy, trying to break free.

He didn't want Wudang to be ashamed, and he didn't want to see his master in trouble!

But Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts is so good, how can he shake it?
Yang Guo, who was already seated, frowned, and said to himself in doubt, "Old Zhang wants to make a move?"

Scanning the faces in the hall, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were as calm as before a storm.

"Today is the old Taoist's birthday. If you are willing to give the old Tao some face, how about not mentioning the past grudges?"

The plain words fell.

The atmosphere became extremely oppressive, many people's foreheads were sweating, and their hearts were beating wildly.

Long silence.

Juejue Shitai cupped his hands slightly, and said in a deep voice: "If Master Zhang still defends this Green Mountain in every possible way, could it be that he wants Wudang... to be an enemy of the entire martial arts world?"

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was about to speak again, as if he had observed something, his old eyes lowered, leaving behind a figure that gradually dissipated like melting snow meeting the scorching sun.

Everyone present was shocked, and some people with low martial arts perception were even more exclaimed:

"Where's Zhang Zhenren? What about others?"

"Is it haunted in broad daylight?"

……

Yang Guo's phoenix eyes slightly closed, looking at the imposing Taoist outside the hall, he couldn't help but sigh Zhang Sanfeng's profound martial arts.

lean less.

Zhang Sanfeng was unusually calm, holding a ten-year-old child in one hand, and strangling an old man dressed as a Mongolian soldier by the neck with the other, he walked into the hall.

"father."

"Worryless!"

Seeing his parents and children who had disappeared for many days, Zhang Cuishan burst into tears.

Yin Susu, who was at the back of the hall, was even more excited, but because of her status, it was inconvenient to show up.

bang——

Zhang Sanfeng casually threw He Biweng into the hall, and returned Zhang Wuji to Zhang Cuishan.

"Cuishan, go back to the back room and talk."

"Master, I..."

Without giving Zhang Cuishan a chance to speak, Zhang Sanfeng looked back at everyone in the hall.

"Everyone, you are welcome. Please take your seats. The birthday banquet will begin in a while."

"What does Master Zhang mean by this? Who is this person?"

"It should be Taoist Baishang's apprentice, and his martial arts are not bad." With a pertinent comment, Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes slightly, and said, "By the way, Lianzhou will take this person down and imprison him."

"It's Master."

Although Yu Lianzhou didn't understand why Zhang Sanfeng didn't let the elder brother show up.

However, the teacher has an order, how dare the disciple not obey?

Walking down the steps, as soon as Yu Lianzhou got close to the crane pen Weng lying on the ground, a person rushed out from the center of the hall.

Zuo Lengchan stared in shock at the figure rushing out from behind him.

'When did this person join the ranks of my Songshan faction?Why did I never find out? '

call--

An extremely cold and domineering true energy hit his face.

Yu Lianzhou was terrified, she didn't have time to make a counterattack, and hurriedly retreated to dodge.

Zhang Sanfeng came behind Yu Lianzhou one step at a time, and slapped the enemy flatly.

I didn't see any special palm.

But it was just the right palm, a shocking palm.

This palm, if it is faster, it is redundant, and if it is slower, it will appear dull.

It seems that only this speed, this rhythm, this person's palm is completely natural and in line with the way of heaven.

puff--

Blood sprayed like rain.

Daoist Baishang only felt the severe pain in his arm, and Xuanming's true energy flowed back into his body, he hastily hit his Jiquan acupoint, sealing the meridians in his arm.

"Zhang Sanfeng, you finally made a move! Hahaha..."

Grabbing the crane pen Weng on the ground, Taoist Baishang left a series of sneers and quickly disappeared.

Flicking his sleeves lightly, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be worried about something, so he didn't pursue him.

"Everyone, please take your seats."

quiet--

Deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)