Begin as a centenarian Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 26 Fighting Sanger, Basiba, Mongolia's first imperial imperial teacher!

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, Basiba, the first national teacher of the Mongolian Empire?He had heard of this person back then, but he had only heard of this person and had never met him.

"Your Excellency is that Basiba's eldest disciple, Master Sange?"

Zhang Sanfeng said slightly, his heart sank slightly, Sanger in front of him was not weak, I don't know how powerful that Basiba is?
The middle-aged man in the Tibetan robe nodded, and a sonorous voice came out.

"I am Sanger, Master's eldest disciple. Master asked me to come here for two purposes. The first is to visit Zhenren Zhang. Daren enjoys a high reputation in the Central Plains Wulin, and can be called the No. 1 Central Plains Wulin. And my master Basiba is also the first imperial imperial teacher in Mongolia, both of them are outstanding people, it would be a pity if they don't pay a visit!"

Sanger continued, "Master has another purpose, which is to let me try Zhang Zhenren's reality. Master said that Zhang Zhenren is over a hundred years old and must be old and weak. If he is not as good as me, then He is not qualified to come here in person!"

After Sanger finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile on his face, a light of self-confidence shone faintly on him, he said these words directly, without obtrusiveness.

"Hmph, what an ignorant and conceited Mongol tartar, let Ba Siba of Naluo Shizi come to speak in person, my master doesn't even look down on you, you are just a disciple, how dare you speak wild words?"

Anger rose in Song Yuanqiao's heart, and the sharp sword in his hand flashed, stabbing Sanger fiercely. This sword, with all its strength, was so powerful that even a half-meter-thick boulder would be split in two!
Seeing this powerful and mighty sword, there was no change on Sanger's face, and there was still a faint smile.

"Renren Zhang is unparalleled in the world. I didn't expect his disciples to be so unbearable. It seems that Master Zhang's ability to teach his disciples is average."

Sanger smiled lightly, and when the sharp sword was about to strike him, in an instant, an invisible momentum burst out from him.

His originally broad and majestic body became even thicker. Wherever he stood, he looked like a Fudo Ming King, unshakable. Song Yuanqiao's sword slashed straight at Sanger's body, but there was a sound of gold and iron clashing .

"what happened?"

Song Yuanqiao exclaimed, he only felt that the long sword had encountered the fine steel that had been tempered for thousands of years, and it was difficult to penetrate an inch. On the long sword, an invincible force came from it, piercing into his body through the long sword, making it difficult for him to control himself!
"Dengdengdeng!"

Song Yuanqiao retreated more than ten steps in a row, drops of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and where no one else could see, Song Yuanqiao's hand holding the sword was trembling non-stop!
The Mongol in front of him is very strong, this is what Song Yuanqiao thought in his heart, that sword, he felt that he had slashed on a big mountain, and the counter-shock force completely shocked him!
"Master, the disciple is incompetent, and he has embarrassed the master!"

Shame flashed across Song Yuanqiao's face, and he was about to walk into the Zhenwu Hall to find six juniors to come out to compete with Sanger, but was gently stopped by Zhang Sanfeng.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, you won't suffer if you lose at his hands!"

Zhang Sanfeng's temperament became indifferent, like ten thousand years of ice, like a cold winter, able to freeze everything, people from Mongolia also came.

He stared straight at Sanger, who was standing still and grinning, and said slowly, "This is Basiba Guoshi, is he going to make an enemy of my Central Plains Wulin?"

Sanger didn't answer, but still had a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at Zhang Sanfeng's inferior skills!
"Renren Zhang should act first, let me see how much you weigh, my master's meaning, not everyone can hear it!"

Sanger grinned, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng lightly. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Although he was proud, he would never underestimate the enemy. Master said, never underestimate any enemy!
"it is good!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, Ba Siba, although he heard his name, but he didn't see him, although he can't know Ba Siba now, but he can sit down as a disciple, so he can see how Ba Siba can get to the top !
"The real person must be careful!"

Sanger sneered, and that burly and majestic body had disappeared. With such a majestic body, he was able to achieve such a fast speed, which really surprised Song Yuanqiao.

The disciples of this first Mongolian national teacher are already so powerful.

I don't know what kind of character that Basiba should be. For a while, Song Yuanqiao's heart was heavy. He naturally has absolute confidence in his master, but after all, his master's real strength has been damaged now, and he is not at the peak!
In mid-air, Sanger swept down like a falling meteor, and he clenched his hands tightly, with unparalleled momentum.

His external skills have been cultivated to the peak, and he is probably the most powerful warrior in the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions, and cannot be compared with him!
Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng just swept out a palm lightly. This palm was pure and masculine, like a raging flame, sweeping everything, and Song Yuanqiao, who was outside Zhang Sanfeng's three feet away, could feel the fiery light clearly.

Faced with this palm, Sanger's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, but he was not afraid. His fist as big as a casserole seemed to be made of fine steel, and he slammed fiercely at the fist that was burning like flames.

"boom!"

The blows of the two finally hit together, and even caused the energy in the surrounding void to waver again and again.

Let Song Yuanqiao take a few steps back involuntarily. In this kind of battle, he can't help, and he is not enough to help.

"boom!"

With one blow, Zhang Sanfeng crazily retreated backwards, and then blasted forward at a faster speed than before.

And that Sanger's face was flushed for a while, but he forcibly endured it, and his fists collided with Zhang Sanfeng fiercely in the air, but within a few breaths, the two had already collided in the air more than ten times.

The terrifying inner strength raged in the surrounding three feet, causing the earth to fly sand and rocks, and set off gusts of wind.

Finally, a muffled groan sounded, and Sanger's face became extremely flushed, and then with a puff, he spat out a big mouthful of blood!

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng apprehensively, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Unexpectedly, this Sanfeng fruit lived up to its reputation, and it beat him abruptly in what he was best at.

In the collision between them just now, each blow was extremely powerful, but Zhang Sanfeng was nothing, as always, and he couldn't hold on.

"Sure enough, you are an unborn figure in the Central Plains martial arts. You are qualified to fight my master!"

Most of the arrogance on Sanger's face dissipated, and he said to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Dragon Elephant Wisdom has reached the tenth level, and it is not weaker than the Jinlun national teacher back then. Your master can teach you, and you can be called a great master of a generation!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes didn't change, so what if it was Basi Baqiang?He has invincible self-confidence and can push everything horizontally, Ba Siba will also bow down at his feet!

Sange didn't say a word, but he was more jealous of Zhang Sanfeng in his heart. This person, as his master said, is a great master of the Central Plains martial arts generation.

(End of this chapter)