Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

"Pindao will not destroy Shaolin, at most it will make Shaolin lose face."

"The four major monks are empty, so why care about the mere false name?"

"If you insist on taking the lead for Shaolin, don't blame Pindao for being merciless."

He had already tried out Sweeping Monk's martial arts, and he was absolutely sure that he could defeat him.

At this moment, in the back mountain, another voice suddenly sounded.

"Zhang Zhenren's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, and the poor monk admires them. Today, I will come to experience Zhang Zhenren's brilliant tricks."

Xuanci and the Shaolin monks were overjoyed when they heard this voice.

"It's Senior Brother Xuancheng!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Brother Xuancheng's martial arts, have you recovered?"

Xuanci was overjoyed and couldn't believe it.

Xuan Cheng was called the first person in Shaolin two hundred years by the ancestors of Shaolin.

The height of his martial arts is unparalleled in the Shaolin Temple.

It's just that when he practiced Qigong back then, he went crazy, and all of a sudden, he lost all of his skills.

Since then, Xuan Cheng has only concentrated on practicing Buddhism.

Today, Shaolin is facing a catastrophe. Unexpectedly, Xuan Cheng's martial arts have recovered.

Is this the blessing of the Buddha?

All the Shaolin monks couldn't help themselves.

Xuan Cheng's figure fluttered from afar.

He flew all the way, but he never touched the ground, soaring in the air, riding against the wind.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression could not help but reveal a bit of solemnity.

This person's martial arts skills are by no means inferior to those of the Sweeping Monks.

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk chanted a Buddha's name.

Xuan Cheng flew to the sweeping monk's side, but bowed first.

"Thanks to the guidance of the master, Xuan Cheng has today's achievements."

The sweeper reached out and stroked his beard.

"You can recover from a serious injury, and your skill is better than before. It is all because of your dedication to cultivating Buddhism, but it is not the work of an old monk."

Xuan Cheng smiled slightly, didn't say any more, turned his head to look at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Zhang Zhenzhen's martial arts is enlightened, but he came to my Shaolin to make trouble. It would be a loss of the grand master's arrogance."

Zhang Sanfeng spoke lightly.

"If Shaolin can uphold justice for Master Jueyuan, Pindao will not do the same."

There was a stern look in Xuan Cheng's eyes.

"Jueyuan practiced the exercises privately in the front and covered you to escape behind, and has committed a serious crime."

"Shaolin took him down as a matter of course."

"He died of exhaustion himself, what's the matter with Shaolin?"

"It's just that you, as a Shaolin handyman disciple, secretly learned martial arts, betrayed Shaolin, and dared to go to Shaolin to be wild."

"If I don't take you down today, how can I, Shaolin, gain a foothold in the martial arts?"

As soon as these words came out, all the Shaolin monks nodded.

Really proud.

Ever since Zhang Sanfeng went to Shaolin, they have all dared to feel extremely aggrieved.

In the eyes of these people, Zhang Sanfeng is a traitor of Shaolin.

It is time to arrest him, abolish his martial arts, enter the forbidden area in the back mountain, and imprison him for life.

In this way, it can be regarded as maintaining Shaolin's door rules.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, and Shaolin is unmatched, so he can only be patient everywhere.

Hearing Xuan Cheng's remarks at this moment made many people feel at ease.

"That's right. Zhang Sanfeng betrayed Shaolin, so he should be imprisoned."

"Shaolin scoundrel, relying on his martial arts, is so arrogant, how can you not give him a little color."

"I am Shaolin's thousand-year-old temple, how can he challenge it?"

"Senior Brother Xuancheng, don't be merciful, you must suppress this son, abolish martial arts, and see how arrogant he (bhaf) is."

……

These monks had been suppressed for a long time, and at this moment they couldn't bear it any longer, and they all came out one after another.

In their eyes, Xuan Cheng was like a god.

Shaolin has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are many talents and masters.

But there are ups and downs.

Sometimes, there will be more masters.

In some years, it will be less.

Especially the most powerful masters, only one or two can appear in each generation.

Among them, there is naturally a lot of luck.

Xuan Cheng is known as the first person in Shaolin in two hundred years, and it is by no means a false name.

Many eminent monks in the monastery have experienced martial arts with Xuan Cheng, and they know how brilliant his martial arts are.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is known as the number one person in the world, his cultivation is so high that it is indeed terrifying.

However, the monks of Shaolin Temple still believed that Xuan Cheng could win.

After all, since Xuan Cheng was able to recover, he must have practiced more advanced martial arts.

At least there is a breakthrough.

Martial arts cultivation base is no longer comparable to the original.

"What a big breath!"

Zhang Sanfeng spoke coldly.

"Then the poor way, let's see, do you really have this kind of ability?"

Xuan Cheng glanced at Zhang Sanfeng, he was still, like a stone man.

A mysterious aura, with his body as the core, radiated out to the surroundings.

Very soft.

Revealing the meaning of compassion, as if to pity the suffering of the world.

Xuan Cheng stood there like a Buddha.

The Buddha's light shines in all directions, and the Buddha's spirit is dense.

Beside him, Murong Bo was horrified.

What kind of martial arts is this?

It doesn't seem like martial arts, but more like Buddhism.

Buddha's light shines.

Buddhism is boundless.

Murong Bo felt that he couldn't even hold the slightest sense of confrontation.

It seemed that no matter what he did, he would be suppressed by the Buddha.

Although the Buddha was merciful, there was thunder and anger.

One move is the top of Mount Tai.

Humans are hard to fight.

Murong Bo knew that this was not his illusion.

But this person's cultivation base is earth-shattering, pulling the qi of the heavens and the earth to give him such a feeling.

In the forest, the wind howled.

All the Shaolin monks suddenly felt that their inner strength could not function freely, and they were stagnant.

"Senior Brother Xuancheng's cultivation is really amazing."

"Senior Brother Xuancheng is recognized by this temple as the first person in the past two hundred years, how could it be that he has gained a false reputation?"

"The Buddha has a spirit and protects my Shaolin, so that Senior Brother Xuancheng can restore his power at this time."

"In the dark, there is a certain number. I have inherited Shaolin for thousands of years, how can a Zhang Sanfeng be able to pick it?"

……

Shaolin monks, discussing a lot.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, all of them showed a proud look.

At this moment, they were arrogant one by one.

Just waiting for Xuan Cheng to suppress Zhang Sanfeng.

Since then, no one dared to stroke Shaolin's tiger whiskers.

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils shrank slightly.