Ỷ Thiên: I, the leader of the Demon Sect, have no taboos!

Song Yuanqiao and the others went back to their rooms, this time the battle against the three Shaolin monks is very dangerous, but there are also a lot of benefits, especially Yu Daiyan, after this fight, the internal force is a lot more solid, and even a little refined, but it is unexpected.

This is also Zhang Sanfeng's intention, with his realm, how could he find out so late, it was just to increase the experience of his apprentices, but to his surprise, Zhang Cuishan actually broke through directly under the extreme danger, which was unexpected.

It is also because of this that he came out ahead of schedule to avoid being taken advantage of by Sandu! What is

the difficulty of the three little novices at the beginning, and they are suppressed by turning their hands。。。。。。

On the other side, Kong Wen took the Sandu monk down Wudang Mountain, and fled all the way in embarrassment, until a day later, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the direction behind

them, full of deep fear, in his lifetime, he would never come to Wudang Mountain! Kong Wen's eyes were full of fear, God knows what kind of tiger behavior it was for his six major factions to gather in Wudang Mountain to persecute

Zhang Sanfeng? If Zhang Sanfeng dealt with himself and the others like this at that time, wouldn't the six major factions be wiped out? It turns out that this Zhang Sanfeng turned out to be such a sixth man, hiding so deeply!

"Amitabha!" Hearing the Buddha cry, he turned around and went in the direction of Shaolin Temple, deciding not to provoke Zhang Sanfeng's horror anymore.

As

the saying goes, there is no such thing as happiness, but no misfortune can go alone!

The empty news has just come out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den. Late one night, the monks just wanted to rest, and through the light of the firewood, they saw a figure next to them passing in front of them, and a Shaolin disciple boldly held a torch and tiptoed towards the figure, "Who is pretending to be a ghost here

?" "Immeasurable Tianzun!"

"Shaolin is really not as good as a generation, and it is so rude to see the seniors?"

A thin old Taoist slowly walked out of the shadows with a dust whisk in his hand," Hehe, the poor road has not come out for many years, I can't imagine that Wulin is so lonely!

" "You old way, so rude, go away!" A Shaolin disciple, young and vigorous, heard the tone of the old way looking down on Shaolin, and walked out angrily, "My Shaolin is the first school of martial arts, how can you be criticized by a sloppy old Taoist?"

But seeing that the old Taoist did not move, just pacing forward, the strange thing is that the Shaolin disciples next to him were unable to move, the old Taoist walked by everyone in an instant, and all the Shaolin disciples vomited blood and fell to the ground, seriously injured.

Lao Dao walked straight in front of Sandu and Kongwen, Kongwen's face was pale, and he already knew in his heart that Lao Dao in front of him was a hard stubble, and it was not something he could deal with.

Looking at the three uncles again, they were also sallow, with cold sweat on their faces, how could it be him!

"Oh? It seems that the three of you still remember the poor road?" The old man smiled, walked in front of Sandu, leaned over and looked at the three monks, with great contempt.

"Hundred-loss-road-people!" said Duzai through gritted teeth.

"Yes, the poor Dao is not talented, it

is the Hundred Losses!" "It seems that the old monk of Wuxiang is not good, he is a waste, even the apprentices he teaches are also waste

!" "They are all a handful of years, and they are the late stage of congenital!" "

The Hundred Losses Daoist sneered.

"You!" Du Nan couldn't help but stand up and resist, but he was grabbed by Du Zheng, "Senior brother, it's useless, it's just a senseless sacrifice!"

As a senior brother, he knows very well that he is just a little ant in front of the hundred losses, and the battle between his master Wuxiang Zen Master and the hundred losses is still fresh in his memory, in his eyes, the invincible master, but under the hands of the other party, he was teased and played like a lost dog, and finally his heart was shattered by a palm, even the colorless uncle who practiced Jiuyang Gong failed to save the master!

Since then, the hundred losses are a taboo in his eyes, that is, his own demons.

"Your Excellency, if you want to take our lives, then come, our skills are not as good as others! Amitabha!"

"Hehe, you really overestimate yourself, you alone are not worthy of my attack. The Hundred Losses True Man sneered, "Killing you will damage my reputation for the Hundred Losses!"

After speaking, the Hundred Losses True Person walked away.

Looking at the distant figure of the real person, Sandu silently recited a Buddha name, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad in his heart, so he didn't deserve to give his hand

, "Uncle Shi, who is that?" Kong Wen leaned over and asked.

"Don't say it, don't say it!" Du Er smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm afraid that only Zhang Zhenren can compare with him in this world!"

It is true that this time it is not for Sandu, this time he went out of the mountain to find Zhang Wuji, to vent his anger to his apprentice, but he did not find it, thinking that Zhang Wuji was Zhang Sanfeng's apprentice, so he thought about going directly to Wudang Mountain to find Zhang Sanfeng, and then he bumped into Sandu by mistake.

。。。。。。

Most of them are in an unknown place.

The two elders of Xuan Ming were greeting these four monks, with earrings on their ears, wearing crimson robes, and hair on their heads, which was really weird.

"Welcome all the monks to join my lord. All of you monks have excellent martial arts, and you will definitely be able to help my prince exterminate the martial arts of the rivers and lakes in one fell swoop. "

Senior brother is right! The masters are famous in the Western Regions, and the technique of attacking four people in one hand is even more superb, presumably it is that Sanfeng Old Dao

, and it will not be your opponent!" At this time, a thick voice sounded: "The second elder of Xuan Ming praises, it is really an honor for my Tantric Sect to be able to help the prince! The five senior brothers and sisters are also not in the same place as

the Central Plains Martial Arts!" "That's right! Even if there is no invitation from the prince, my Tantric Sect will come to the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference for a while!"

"It's the same with my Darga. Back then, the genius of my tantric sect, the predecessor of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, had already practiced the highest martial art of my own sect, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, to the tenth layer, which can be said to have the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, which is rare in ancient and modern times. But the genius was lonely, and he was actually killed by Yang Guo, the Condor Hero of the Central Plains Martial Arts, it was really my Tantric hatred, how could I not repay it?"

"That's right! This revenge must be avenged, my Tantric Holy Son Hama is extremely talented, and now he is only twenty years old, he will cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong to the tenth layer, reach the late congenital stage, and will soon arrive in the Central Plains, and then he will be able to destroy the six major factions in one fell swoop!"

However, because he was the prince's guest, he didn't dare to laugh, and then responded with a smile: "What the master said is

!" "Then thank you for the prince's appreciation, I will do my best to assist the prince!"

"Master Gaojian! hahahahaha!".

In Zhang Wuji's unknown place, all parties are planning to Zhang Wuji!