I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 82: Two wins in three battles, Grandmaster Yu Sanxia!

At the same time, inside a cave in the back mountain of Wudang Mountain.

As a powerful person in the realm of immortals on land, his perception is amazing.

I had a clear understanding of everything that happened at the conference, and it was not much different from seeing it in person.

The angry old monk shook his head, his tone full of ridicule.

"I say, Old Zhang, in my impression, you Wudang people are always humble and would not have conflicts if you can avoid them."

"How come a disciple like you behaves in this way? You really don't look like a Wudang person."

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke softly.

"We in Wudang believe in following the laws of nature, and we really don't like conflicts with others."

"However, if you don't know how to fight back when an evil guest comes to your door, then what is the point of practicing Taoism or martial arts?"

"The old Taoist really appreciates Changfeng's character and style."

The angry old monk's expression froze, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"As the saying goes, the hard is easy to break. If young people are too arrogant and don't know how to restrain themselves, they will suffer!"

Zhang Sanfeng ignored him and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The angry old monk felt embarrassed and didn't say anything else.

in the venue.

Many people were intimidated by Gu Changfeng's aura.

Master Miejue of the Emei Sect suddenly stood up and scolded Gu Changfeng.

"You ignorant boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Everything Master Kong Wen said is well-founded."

"You actually want to get away with it with just one sentence. Don't even think about it!"

"Today, you need to apologize to Huashan Sect and Kunlun Sect and compensate them for their losses."

"Also, Wudang needs to hand over that evil witch from the cult and execute her on the spot!"

Gu Changfeng frowned and glanced at Master Miejue, speechless.

Based on his understanding of Nun Miejue, she was not trying to flatter Shaolin or anything like that.

This old nun is indeed very decent and hates evil.

But there is something wrong with his brain, to the point of being paranoid. He cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes and seems to think that everything in the world is either black or white.

And such people are obviously very easy to be exploited, just like at this moment.

Gu Changfeng didn't want to argue with her, so he responded.

"You old nun are so indiscriminate. It's ridiculous."

"It's impossible for me to apologize to Huashan and Kunlun sects."

"Handing over Fifth Brother's wife is even more impossible!"

"If you are still so ignorant and make such a request, don't blame me for being rude!"

Being called an old nun in public.

Nun Miejue was so angry that she was shaking all over, and she was about to draw out the Sword of Heavenly Sword and cut Gu Changfeng into pieces.

at this time.

Kongwen clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha!"

"Young Master Gu's hatred is so deep that I'm afraid he has fallen into the evil path."

"In that case, today I can only eliminate the devil and defend the way!"

boom!
An extremely powerful true energy burst out, a vast Buddhist sound rang out, and the pressure from the late grandmaster realm radiated out.

Three golden lotuses flashed above Kongwen's head, and then golden swastika Buddhist seals kept appearing at his sides, making his entire body glow with golden light, giving him a hint of a 'golden-bodied arhat'.

Many people in the meeting hall looked at Kong Wen with admiration.

"This is the unique method of the Grand Master, the true qi transforming into a physical form, right? This is truly the mighty power of Buddha!"

"Alas, I wonder when we can cultivate to such a level."

"Besides, how can we, the independent people, compare with the Shaolin with countless years of heritage?"

“Haha, Master Kongwen has taken action, but Wudang Sect does not have a great master. I wonder how they will respond.”

The direction of Cihang Jingzhai.

Mingxin curled his lips with disdain on his face.

"These bald asses just love to show off."

On the high platform.

Yu Lianzhou and the others all stood up and came to Gu Changfeng.

Song Yuanqiao whispered.

"Junior brother, according to our previous prediction, since Shaolin has sent out three great masters, they will definitely choose the best-of-three mode."

"We will take out the strongest one, Kong Wen. The remaining two will be left to you."

Gu Changfeng nodded and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. I am sure I will win against these two."

"Kong Wen, this old bald donkey, is at the late stage of the Grandmaster realm. Brothers, please be careful and don't try to be brave. Put your own safety first!"

Zhang Songxi patted Gu Changfeng on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Little Junior Brother, don't worry."

"Our goal is just to hold him back. We won't try to be tough."

After the discussion, seven people including Yu Daying came to the edge of the platform together, and Song Yuanqiao spoke to Kong Wen on behalf of everyone.

"Kong Wen, you don't have to put the blame on us all the time."

"After all, we are all warriors. As warriors, we naturally speak with our fists."

A smile appeared on Kong Wen's face and he spoke softly.

"What Mr. Song said is absolutely right."

"Since we have differences, we naturally have to resolve them through discussion."

"How about this, two wins out of three?"

Although Kongwen is strong, he is extremely cautious in doing things and knows that even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit.

What's more, two great masters from Cihang Jingzhai were sitting next to him.

Who knows what tricks the other party has hidden. The safest option is to win two out of three battles and take one step at a time.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself that it was just as his junior brother had expected, and nodded immediately.

"can!"

"However, Masters Kongwen, Kongxing, and Kongzhi are all great masters, while Song and his group are masters. One-on-one, it seems a bit unfair, right?"

Kong Wen was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Song Yuanqiao to agree so readily.

"Song Yuanqiao actually agreed so readily? Even if all six of them come together, any one of the three of us is confident that we can easily win. Is there any other trick?"

"It's impossible that Yu Dayan has recovered from his injury?"

The thought flashed through his mind quickly, but Kongwen quickly denied his own idea.

He knew very well that the thing that made the Seven Heroes of Wudang famous was the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation.

This formation is extremely powerful, and the combined power of seven masters can even compete with the powerful grandmaster.

But ten years ago, Yu Daying was injured by the Vajra Finger and became a disabled person.

As a Shaolin master who also practiced the Vajra Finger, Kong Wen was 100% sure that Yu Daying's injuries could not be healed.

In this case, the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation will not be able to exert much power. For him, this battle must be won!
Thinking of this, Kong Wen spoke.

"My Shaolin has always been upright and honest, and we disdain to bully the weak."

"How about this, seven of you Wudang heroes can go out to fight against one of us, how about that?"

Gu Changfeng sneered in his heart when he heard this.

'This bald ass is really shameless'

"At this time, you are still pretending to be a great monk."

"But I am very curious about the expression you will see when you see my third brother stand up from his wheelchair later!"

On the podium, Song Yuanqiao had no objection and nodded in agreement.

"good!"

Kong Wen rolled his eyes. He wanted to be the first to appear and win this game with lightning speed.

But the behavior of the Wudang people was really strange, so he immediately changed his mind and spoke to Kong Xing next to him.

"Junior brother, you will take charge of this battle."

He chose the emptiness of the middle stage of the Grandmaster instead of the emptiness of the early stage for the sake of safety.
Kong Xing nodded, without any objection to his senior brother's arrangement, and flew to the martial arts field.

Song Yuanqiao frowned when he saw this. He didn't expect Kong Wen to be so cunning. This made his idea fail.

Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Gu Changfeng.

"Plans cannot keep up with changes. In this case, you should fight against Kong Xing."

"Even if it's just Kong Wen, I have confidence, don't worry."

Song Yuanqiao hesitated for a moment and nodded. Since Gu Changfeng said so, there was no need to worry about it anymore. He went to the martial arts field with Yu Lianzhou and others.

The people watching the battle around retreated one after another, leaving the battlefield to everyone else.

At this moment, everyone stretched their necks to look towards the center of the battlefield, afraid of missing any details.

Grandmaster-level battles are extremely rare in normal times.

Kong Xing looked relaxed, but when he saw Yu Daying, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had not left yet, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Xiaor Yu is injured, why don't you go down and rest first?"

Yu Daying chuckled.

"Since there are seven of us fighting at the same time, how can I retreat?"

After saying this, he actually stood up from the wheelchair.

Not only that, the rich true energy burst out from his body, and the fluctuation of that breath actually reached the middle stage of the Grandmaster Realm!

How could he, with that perfect and energetic look, look like a useless person who had been paralyzed for ten years?
He is clearly a master in his prime!
(End of this chapter)