Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

However, Zhang Sanfeng also knows that such things are extremely common in this world.

In people's opinion, it is also correct.

Even if he wanted to "rescue" Yilin, he couldn't be too hasty.

Even if you ignore the reaction of the Hengshan faction, you should also consider whether Yilin can accept it.

After all, being brainwashed from childhood to adulthood, Yilin's thoughts couldn't turn around all of a sudden.

If Yilin couldn't accept it, and he forcibly took action, it would not be beautiful.

Self-defeating, from love to hate, is not impossible.

The only way to take Yilin out of the "demon cave" is to find the right opportunity.

He thought about it for a moment, then stopped thinking about it, and added all the skill points and experience points he had just acquired to the Hunyuan Jiuzhuan Xuangong.

In an instant, Zhang Sanfeng's Hunyuan Jiuzhuan Xuangong went straight up from the second and fourth floor, and quickly rose to the second and fifth floor.

The internal force in the body is surging and has increased a lot.

If he fights against Tian Boguang again now, I am afraid there is no need to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms at all, and he can be easily restrained with ordinary moves.

This is the benefit of increased internal strength.

It can turn corruption into magic, and turn the simplest move into the most powerful killing move.

Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed, he picked up the wine glass on the table, and drank another glass of wine on his own.

Just then, there was a sudden noise outside the restaurant.

Only one person was heard saying, "Master, the devil is here."

Dozens of young men, surrounded by a short, plump middle-aged man, walked in.

One of the young men pointed at Tian Boguang.

"Master, I just saw this man drinking with the flower-picking thief Tian Boguang. The friendship between him and Tian Boguang must be extraordinary.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, the murderous intent on his face flashed by.

"The deity is Yu Canghai from Qingcheng. Where did the flower-picking thief Tian Boguang go, please explain quickly, this deity can make you die happily."

Yu Canghai spoke in a deep voice.

This dwarf Yu, what a big tone!

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly.

"Yu Canghai, with your three-legged cat skills, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me."

Yu Canghai was suddenly furious.

He is the head of the dignified Qingcheng faction, and he can be regarded as a hero.

On weekdays, the friends on the rivers and lakes, who would dare not give him face.

How dare this young man be so rude and say that he is just a three-legged cat's kung fu. This is courting death.

Yu Canghai swung the long sword in his hand and stabbed it.

Zhang Sanfeng stretched out two fingers and gently pinched his sword between his fingers.

Yu Canghai struggled for fate, but only felt an incomparably surging internal force coming from the sword body, no matter how hard he exerted it, he could never break free.

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly flashed.

clap clap clap...

With more than a dozen slaps in a row, Yu Canghai's eyes were slapped with gold stars, and his entire face was swollen like a pig's head.

Only then did Zhang Sanfeng suddenly let go, and with a flick of his hand, Yu Canghai's figure immediately flew out.

"boom!"

Yu Canghai stretched out his limbs, his body was flattened down, and he fell heavily to the ground.

This time, all the disciples of the Qingcheng faction were dumbfounded and speechless.

Yu Canghai climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and suddenly slapped the disciple who was guiding the way, sending him flying.

With a "bang", a table and chair placed in Huiyan Tower was instantly smashed into pieces by his body.

"Young chivalrous martial arts are so good, how can you be with Tian Boguang, the flower-picking thief? You dare to openly deceive you as a teacher, and you should die if you take it seriously."

After Yu Canghai finished speaking, he suddenly let out a thud and knelt down toward Zhang Sanfeng.

"Young Xia spare your life, young Xia calm down, what happened just now was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Nima.

You are playing Sichuan Opera to change your face.

Zhang Sanfeng was also an eye-opener. He didn't expect Yu Aizi, as the head of a faction, to be so unbearable.

However, yes.

The more wicked a person is, the less there is any bottom line and principle for life.

It is not surprising, then, that anything is done in order to survive.

Yu Canghai was like this.

He treats other people's lives like a must, but when it falls on his own head, he is so frightened that he will not let go.

What the head of the Qingcheng School, what the rivers and lakes look up to, what self-respecting identity, are completely disregarded!

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly felt a strong murderous aura that came in from outside the building.

"It's amazingly murderous, who is this person here?"

Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback.

PS: Today's seven shifts are over, ask for flowers, ask for tickets.

Chapter 27

Zhang Sanfeng's face suddenly became serious.

Although this person has not yet entered the restaurant, but based on this fierce murderous aura, the other party is definitely a master.

The ultimate master.

It is by no means comparable to a character like Yu Canghai.

"Friends outside, since they're here, why don't you come in and talk?"

Zhang Sanfeng could clearly feel that the aura emanating from the other party was obviously aimed at him.

However, although this murderous aura was fierce, there was no resentment mixed in, and it was as pure as snow in the spring.

Although he didn't know what the other party meant, at this time, Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to avoid it.

It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

For such peerless masters, the distance between them is close at hand.

In this case, it is better to face it openly.

As his voice fell, a man walked in slowly.

The long body is upright, the white clothes are like snow, but the sword beside the waist is black, pitch-black, long and narrow, ancient, revealing the fierce sword intent.

When the man stood there, there was like a peerless sword.

The sword is not sheathed and its edge is not exposed, but it still cannot hide the peerless elegance of the famous sword.

His eyes turned to Zhang Sanfeng, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He probably didn't even think that the owner of the surging internal energy just now was so young.

Thoughts flew around in Zhang Sanfeng's mind, but he still couldn't figure out, who is this person?

There are too many rivers and lakes in this world, and there are too many masters.

He cupped his hands.

"Dare to ask this friend, what is your surname?"

"Ximen Chuixue."

His words were very brief, as if he didn't want to say a single word.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly.

It was him.

Sword God Ximen Chuixue.

There is a kind of person who is close to the realm of God because he is ruthless.

There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see.

Because the people who have been fortunate enough to witness it have all been buried.

This person, the owner of this sword, is Ximen Chuixue, a man who almost became a god.

"It turns out that the Sword God is here, and Zhang Sanfeng is in Wudang. I'm rude."

Seeing that the other party was Ximen Chuixue, Zhang Sanfeng felt relieved.

In this world, there is probably no one who can drive Ximen Chuixue to be a killer.

And he and Ximen Chuixue have no grudges.

Ximen Chuixue's lips moved slightly.

"Young man, you are fine!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled lightly and listened quietly to what Ximen Chuixue said next.

It seems that the other party is really coming for him.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's whole body's internal strength has gathered, ready to go.