The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Yu Lianzhou and others standing outside the gate of the main hall saw Shaolin people appearing, and immediately greeted them respectfully, with very thoughtful etiquette.

"Yu Erxia, please be polite."

Hearing some pleasantries, Kong stepped up his right foot, crossed the threshold of Zhenwu Hall, and walked into the hall first.

Behind him, a group of Shaolin disciples filed in, carefully carrying three rattan chairs into the hall.

"The master came to Wudang, and the old way was far away to welcome him. If he was not careful, he still looked at Haihan."

As soon as Kong Wen entered the hall, Zhang Sanfeng greeted him.

Hearing this, Kong Wen responded politely, "Master Zhang, don't be too polite."

Zhang Sanfeng, with gorgeous hair and a kind smile on his face, stood in the center of the Zhenwu Hall, cupped his fists at Kong Wen, and said, "Master has come from a long way, please sit down."

"Good, good."

Kong Wen smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, was quite satisfied with Wudang's grand welcome, and immediately walked towards the guest seats.

The three monks Du'er sat on the rattan chair and were gently placed on the ground by his disciples.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's introverted aura and unfathomable cultivation, the three of them were slightly shocked, thinking, "This old Taoist is famous all over the world. When I saw him today, he really has some skills."

"Han Chen!!!"

Suddenly, Abbot Kongwen, who was walking towards the guest seat, uttered a terrifying roar.

This shout of anger was like thunder rushing from the sky, full of fright and anger, it roared endlessly in the hall, everyone's ears were buzzing.

The Shaolin monks searched for the reputation, but saw a young man in white sitting on the wooden chair of the guest seat, drinking tea leisurely, it was Han Chen.

And in the chair on his left, there was a woman in a yellow shirt who was obviously on the same side as him.

"He is also in Wudang!"

"Han Chen, the villain, has killed countless disciples of our temple!"

"We actually ran into him here!"

Everyone in Shaolin was furious at the same time, and they all stood behind Kong Wen, their eyes widened, their fists clenched, and they stared at Han Chen.

It seemed that as long as Kong Wen gave an order, they would rush forward and fight Han Chen to the death.

"You'd better pay attention to what you say. If you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, and lose your life in the end, that would be unbeautiful."

Glancing at the angry Shaolin monks, Han Chen spoke plainly, and then continued to drink tea leisurely.

"You villain, do you still recognize this old man?"

Kong Wen yelled loudly, and stood in front of Han Chen, his eyes were about to burst, his expression was extremely furious, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that he would see his great enemy the moment he stepped into the Zhenwu Hall.

Han Chen abolished his hands, beheaded his junior brother Kong Zhi, obliterated the nine old monks of Bodhidharma Hall, slaughtered all the Shaolin sword monks, and countless ordinary monks died in his hands.

Kong Wen never forgot this bloody feud.

"A mere defeated general dares to yell."

Han Chen looked up at Kong Wen and snorted coldly.

On the Kunlun Mountain that day, Shaolin Temple used Xian Yutong as an excuse to put up a sword array, bullying the few with more, trying to kill Han Chen.

However, their skills were low, and they were slaughtered by Han Chen.

Who can blame this?

"As the masters of a faction, the world is in turmoil and the wind and rain are precarious. I hope you can put aside the grievances and grievances of the past and discuss major issues together!"

Seeing that they were full of anger, Zhang Sanfeng immediately stood up to ease the situation.

however……

"Han Chen, your hands are covered with blood, and even now, you are still blaspheming and don't know how to repent!"

The angry abbot Kongwen didn't pay any attention to Zhang Sanfeng's words after hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, and still spoke angrily..

His whole body was full of true energy, and the golden cassock fluttered without wind.The Shaolin disciple standing behind him gritted his teeth, wanting to tear Han Chen into pieces immediately.

The woman in the yellow shirt sitting next to her had heard about the grievances between Han Chen and Shaolin for a long time, and she knew who was right and who was wrong.

At this moment, seeing Kong Wen's endless appearance, she frowned slightly, and her expression became more cold.

Han Chen shook his head and sneered, "You should feel lucky, Mr. Han is in a good mood today, otherwise, what you lost would not only be your hands, but your entire life."

"Han Chen, you are too crazy!"

Kong Wen, the dignified Shaolin abbot, was finally enraged by Han Chen's contempt for him.

boom!

He smashed the blue bricks on the ground of the hall with one foot, and strode towards Han Chen.

Although his hands were crippled, in the past six months, he has worked hard to practice his leg skills, and the Shaolin King Kong leg technique has become perfect.

"I really don't know where you got your courage from!"

A killing intent flashed in Han Chen's eyes, and he stood up abruptly.

The five fingers of the slender right hand held Canhong's hilt vigorously. The sword hadn't been sheathed yet, but the deep cold sword energy had already diffused, making people's skin tingling.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall was tense!

"Two, hold your hand slowly, hold your hand slowly..."

After the voice fell, Zhang Sanfeng, with white beard and white hair, flashed his body and stood in front of Kong Wen and Han Chen.

As the initiator of this gathering, Zhang Sanfeng absolutely did not want to see the two distinguished guests he invited start a massacre on Wudang Mountain.

"Please listen to the old Taoist."

Looking at Han Chen, then at Kong Wen, Zhang Sanfeng intervened in the middle, and said, "As sect masters, how can you kill each other when the martial arts world is in a catastrophe?"

Wudang invited Emei and Shaolin to the party in order to resolve the catastrophe in Wulin.

The rebel army is frantically devouring the sects of the rivers and lakes, and Mongolia also wants to eradicate all sects and sects. Now that the enemy is present, any internal friction is a stupid act.

Chapter 121: The Frantic Kong Wen (2/3)

"This son slaughtered my Shaolin master, and I, Shaolin, will never end with him. If we don't make a final decision today, I will be ridiculed by the people of the world!"

Abbot Kong heard that he had a blood feud, even if Zhang Sanfeng interceded again, he still refused to reconcile.

"With your meager strength, you want to take revenge on me?"

Han Chen raised his eyes and jumped over Zhang Sanfeng in front of him, looking at Kong Wen behind him with extremely contemptuous expression.

Hearing this, Kong Wen's face was extremely angry, "Master Zhang, you have seen it all!"

"If I don't let him pay the price, I will be in vain!"

Kong Xing, who was furious, had killing intent on his body at this moment, without concealing it, like a wave, surging and turbulent, if Zhang Sanfeng hadn't blocked it, he would rush over immediately and tear Han Chen to pieces.

The hundred or so Shaolin disciples in the rear were equally furious, and their eyes, which usually read Buddhist scriptures, were filled with hatred and murderous intent at this moment.

Shaolin Temple's hatred for Han Chen has reached an unimaginable level.

"Abbot, calm down, you are an eminent monk, why should you care about verbal disputes?"

Zhang Sanfeng still blocked the air, not letting him get close to Han Chen.

Please listen to the good words of the old Taoist, the overall situation is the most important, personal grievances are the least important, when will the grievances be repaid, and why the master is so obsessed. "

He also didn't expect that Kong Wen would be so irritable, and he didn't have the slightest demeanor of an eminent monk.

"It's not that the old monk is obsessed with obsession, but that he deceives people too much. Today, the old monk..."

"Nephew Kongwen!"

Just when Kong heard the anger and spoke, a majestic voice came from the depths of the Shaolin crowd, a little hoarse, but full of vicissitudes, so solemn that no one dared to violate it.

Kong Wen was shocked suddenly, turned around, put his palms together, and bowed slightly to an old monk sitting on the wicker chair.

"Uncle Master!"

Just now, everyone was only looking at Kong Wen and Han Chen, and they didn't care about the three people on the rattan chair.

At this time, seeing Kongwen was so respectful and the woman in yellow shirt with cold eyes looked at the three of Du E intently.

"The cultivation of these three people is very good!"

Feeling their imposing aura like the abyss like the sea, her eyes flickered slightly, "Their aura is a bit weaker than mine, it should be the innate sixth level realm."

For her who was born in the seventh level of realm, she could see through the realms of these three people at a glance.

Han Chen's gaze also fell on the wicker chair at this time, feeling their overwhelming aura, and their vicissitudes of life, combined with Kong Wen's awe, he immediately guessed the identities of the three.

"Shaolin Sandu unexpectedly also came."

"No wonder Kong Wen is so confident, he brought a helper!"

Thinking of this, Han Chen snorted coldly, "I just don't know if this vajra subduing demon circle is really that powerful."

Seeing these three people, Zhang Sanfeng sat quietly in a chair, peaceful and mysterious, without worry, sorrow, or anger, making people unable to see through what was in his heart, unfathomable, his cultivation level was much higher than that of Abbot Kongwen up.

With one eye, Du E looked at Kong Wen in front of him, and said indifferently: "Han Chen killed my Buddhist disciple, revenge is to be avenged, but at this special moment, the overall situation is the most important thing, don't call people in the world, look down Shaolin told me that we abolished the public for personal reasons, and that we have no tolerance."

As the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in the Jianghu, Shaolin Temple should be magnanimous, and it must show it.

Only in this way can we convince the public.

"Yes, uncle."

Kong Wen gritted his teeth and nodded unwillingly.

Du'e nodded, whispered a Buddha's name, and immediately closed his eyes, not talking too much, as if he had settled down.

After listening to Du'e's decree, although Kong Wen hated it in his heart, he could only endure it temporarily.

He glanced at Han Chen, feeling more and more unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. He flicked his sleeves and sat down on the chair far away from Han Chen.The rest of Shaolin disciples were sitting or standing by his side.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Han Chen with a smile, "Master Han, Abbot Kongwen has already taken his seat, please take your seat too!"

"Ok!"

Kong Wen had died down, Zhang Sanfeng said so again, and Han Chen sat back on his chair.