A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 198

At that time, there was a "rebellious monk" in Shaolin named Jueyuan. He accidentally "stealed" the inner skills and mental skills, and even passed these skills on to his lay disciples.After the lay disciple's kung fu was revealed, Shaolin wanted to arrest him and convict him of his merits. However, Jue Yuan was an idiot, so why not let other monks arrest his apprentice, because he practiced Shaolin Jiuyang Kung Fu unintentionally all year round, and his martial arts are also high Surprisingly, all the strong Shaolin monks were dispatched, but they couldn't beat him.

In the end, Jue Yuan was exhausted and died, sitting on the ground and passing away.Before he died, it was Leng who rescued his apprentice and a woman involved in this dispute.

His apprentice, named Zhang Junbao, is now Zhang Sanfeng.

The other woman is Guo Xiang, the Patriarch of Emei.

It is also in this way that Shaolin Jiuyang Kungfu, Wudang Nine Yang Kungfu and Emei Nine Yang Kungfu appeared in the world.

After all, it all belongs to Shaolin.

No matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng is, in Kong Wen's eyes, he is nothing more than a Shaolin traitor.

At this time, Kong Wen looked at Zhang Sanfeng's lofty appearance, and finally showed a trace of anger and contempt.

Shaolin traitor, are you showing off your power now? !
We respect you for being old, but are you really relying on your old age to sell your old age? !
"Zhenzhen Zhang." Kong Wen said coldly, "Yuanzhen has been in our temple for many years and has been influenced by the Buddha. Now he has lost his arm and made his ambition clear. The poor monk is confident that he is not lying."

"Wudang Shaolin is the master of martial arts in the Central Plains. If something goes wrong, it may shake the foundation of the martial arts. Many years ago, Zhang Zhenren used my Shaolin Kung Fu to create his own school and established Wudang. My Shaolin is compassionate, so I will not give it up." care about."

"But don't think I'm afraid of Shaolin!" Kong Wen's expression turned cold, "Master Zhang said he would use Wudang Kung Fu in exchange for Tian Boguang. I'm not rare in Shaolin. You need to know that martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. No matter how powerful you are, Master Zhang, They are also people who have left Shaolin, so don’t forget your root veins!!!”

After saying this, everyone in the audience clenched their weapons, fearing that their faces would be torn apart.

"Hahaha——" Zhang Sanfeng laughed three times again, "I have let go of Master Jue Yuan's grudge, but you can't let go of Shaolin...How can a poor Taoist achieve success even if he is over a hundred years old?" That disgusting ambition that Kun said? Abbot, you are really confused. As an abbot, your cultivation level is too different, too much."

Kong Wen was an old monk, but to Zhang Sanfeng, he was just a boy wearing crotchless pants.

When children are called "immature" by adults, they will feel rebellious.

Now that Kongwen is over fifty, he is already the master of Shaolin, yet he is taught like this, no matter how good his heart is, he will be angry.

"Crossing calamity, tribulation, and adversity, Vajra subdues the magic circle!"

The three monks stepped forward, each holding a black rope, forming a circle.

"Shaolin disciples, obey the order, Arhat subdues the demon array!"

"Yes!!" All the monks came out, vowing to fight to the death.

Yuan Zhen slowly turned her head, looked at Fang Xian, and smiled again.

"Grandma's." Fang Xian was so angry that he lost his temper.

"Squeak" sound.

How could a dislocation trap a martial arts master? Fang Xian writhed for a long time and borrowed his internal strength. At this time, it was finally a matter of course, and his arms recovered.

Taking advantage of the absence of the three monks, he easily threw off the two guards who were escorting him, exploded with lightness kung fu, and ran towards the main formation.

Kong Wen ordered: "Kong Jian, Kong Zhi, stop him!"

At this time, apart from Sandu, the Shaolin powerhouses also have the four great monks of "knowledge and wisdom", and they are all comparable to the four great Dharma kings.

"Big brother! I'm here to help you!" Zhang Wuji, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't take it anymore, and became the first person here to make a move.

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, Zhang Sanfeng asked solemnly for the last time: "Kongwen, have you thought about it?"

"Wudang acted recklessly with the intention of subverting the martial arts, and Shaolin vowed to fight to the death!"

"Okay!" Zhang Sanfeng walked forward slowly, step by step, in the direction of the horizontal sword, "Pin Dao has already given way for many steps, so let's let the poor Dao meet three times."

Before entering the magic circle, Zhang Sanfeng's long beard fluttered, his expression was extraordinary, and he raised his sword to the sky: "If you want to fight, fight to the death."

"Kill!!!!" Yang Xiao was alone, furious!

Wei Yixiao stretched out his arms, and followed Zhang Wuji to rescue Tian Boguang.

Mingjiao Wusan people, Wudang sect and other masters gathered together with Linghu Chong, Ren Yingying and other people from Wuyue Sword sect, Sun Moon God sect, drew their weapons and went up to kill the generals.

Murong Fu's figure fluttered, and his priority was to save Tian Boguang.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't keep up, so he hid in the group and stepped forward to fight.

Seeing that a scuffle was about to start, Yuan Zhen covered his arms and retreated secretly, no one could draw his hand, and no one could take care of him.

Fang Xian watched clearly and shouted: "Brother Murong comes to save me, Wuji! Stop Yuan Zhen!"

"Big brother, you can hold on!" Zhang Wuji turned around quickly, ignoring Shaolin's human wall like a muscular man, and crashed into it.

"It's not Shaolin's turn for you, an evil sect, to go wild!" Kong Wen waved his Zen staff to meet Zhang Wuji.

"Get off your grandma's bald donkey! I shouldn't have saved you at that time!" But Zhang Wuji roared wildly, and he raised his arm, and he carried the Zen stick abruptly.

Kong Wen only felt a violent internal force coming over, even the person and the staff were blown away by this sudden blow.

He was shocked, humiliated and hated at the same time, he is also a Shaolin martial artist, how could this little bastard have such a good chance?

Kong Wen flew towards the center, which was the direction where Yang Xiao and other masters rushed.

"Let's take the knife on you, you idiot, bald donkey!" Yang Xiao shouted and jumped up, with the two holy torch tokens in his hands, both cold and stern, he chopped towards Kong Wen's back.

Kong Wen had nowhere to borrow strength, so he could only adjust his posture in the air, watching the trajectory of Xuan Tie Ling, and at the last moment he blocked it with his palms from the side, which was regarded as a solution to the danger.

Yang Xiao is not an ordinary person either, the moment he was touched, he changed his moves, the holy fire token in his left hand was already attacking Kong Wen's lower body.

This time, Kong Wen had no other options.

When the two armies fought, the first person to see blood was the head of Shaolin. He was hit on the lower leg, and the wound was to the bone, and blood gushed out.

Kong Jian, Kong Zhi saw that the abbot was in danger, he didn't care about Fang's idleness, and rushed to rescue him.

At this point, the middle of the battle group faced each other with swords, swords and blood, and a bloody battle kicked off.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped into the center of the Vajra-subduing demon circle, and with luck slowly, he assumed the standard posture of the Taiji sword. Looking from a height, it seemed that an invisible aura appeared beside him.

Overcoming disasters, overcoming catastrophes, and overcoming difficulties, the three of them have sat in dry meditation for more than 30 years. There is a saying in "Yi Tian Shou Long Ji", even if 32 masters of master level skill work together, it is difficult to break through this formation.

In the book, Zhang Wuji, together with Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng, once broke the formation together, but they failed to do so.

However, regardless of the pros and cons of personal strength, this is only the second strongest formation in Yitian, and the number one is still the Zhenwu Qiqi Formation. Unfortunately, the Seven Heroes are just a thing of the past.

Du'e waved the black rope: "Today, the three of us will clean up the Shaolin ancestor's house!"

"Please." Zhang Sanfeng slowly walked towards Du'e, his breath even and steady.

The three monks raised their arms almost at the same time, the three long ropes seemed to be in a hurry, but there was no sound of wind. Under the torrential rain, in the lonely garden at night, the three long ropes looked like ghosts and ghosts, it was indescribably strange.

Three monks and three locks, the realm at this time is the fusion of Buddhism and martial arts. If the locks are chained in a circle, it can trap demons and eliminate demons.

Zhang Sanfeng is upright, but he has nothing to do with this magic word. On the contrary, he is very close to immortality.

He took it easy, adjusted his breath, divided and conquered, and only took a small step forward, and Tai Chi Sword Ji slowly moved towards Du'e's lock.

Du'e didn't take it seriously. With a shake of his hand, he let the chain wrap around the sword and remove it.

The three monks have the same mind, and the other two locks are also divided into Zhang Sanfeng's left and right arms, and they can be captured when he releases his long sword.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's movements didn't change at all, as if he was just waiting for the black rope to get entangled.

Du'e's hand was strained, he thought that he had touched the long sword, and he made up his mind that the game was settled.

"Zhang Sanfeng, that's all."

From a distance, it seems that Heisuo has indeed entangled the Taiji sword, but if you look closely, you will find that Heisuo is always more than an inch away from the long sword, and has actually wrapped around the long sword several times out of thin air!

Zhang Sanfeng quietly swung his long sword——

"break!"

With a flick of the long sword, together with Heisuo, all the internal force surrounding the long sword was also thrown out.

Du'er's right arm shook suddenly, as if he had been shocked by electricity, and at the same time, the black rope was charged with Zhang Sanfeng's pure yang power.

For a moment, Du'e was shocked and couldn't help but see the black rope that he had wielded for decades coming towards him, feeling shocked and horrified.

Dujie saw the opportunity very quickly, and hurriedly twisted to save him. The black rope in his hand met the one on the way, and only hit it, making a weird muffled sound. At the same time, Dujie himself was also hit by the remaining internal force of the chain. His arms were sore and numb, and Heisuo slowed down.

Thanks to Du Jie's rescue, the section of the black rope brushed across Du E's right cheek and failed to hurt him.Du'e's internal strength is profound, he recovered in an instant, and quickly grabbed the black cable in the air again, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Impossible... It's obviously entangled... How can it be thrown out..." Du E stared at the long sword in Zhang Sanfeng's hand, "Could it be that this sword is different?"

At this time, Heisuo, who had just crossed over, attacked Zhang Sanfeng's left arm.

Zhang Sanfeng turned sideways slowly, and seemingly very softly and casually blocked with his backhand, the iron rope crossing the difficulty also seized the opportunity to entangle the long sword.

This time, Du'er could see clearly that the gap of more than an inch seemed to be a crack of a hundred years of cultivation, which was insurmountable.

Du Nanjian was entangled with the long sword. It stands to reason that there is no need to say much at this time, the two senior brothers will take action, but this time they were more than half a beat slower.

"Brother, make a move!"

"Quickly stop Du Nan!" Du E hurriedly shouted, at the same time his iron chain had already been released, not to attack Zhang Sanfeng, but to rescue Du Nan.

Sure enough, Zhang Sanfeng followed the same pattern, using his internal force along the iron rope to shake the black rope out of his hand, and at the same time flinging the black rope out of thin air.

However, this time, the goal is to survive the disaster.

Du E's heart sank, seeing that Heisuo approaching, his weapon was going to save others.

Zhang Sanfeng strode forward at the same time, his silver whiskers flying, looking like a fairy.

Du E hurriedly raised his arm, trying to catch the black rope, but this touch was like touching a hot iron, his hand hurt and his whole arm went numb.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng again, he had already floated in front of Du E in three steps, and the long sword stabbed out slowly.

(End of this chapter)