Lin Mang paused slightly in his hand and looked at Zhang Sanfeng in surprise.

This metaphor is very suitable.

"Mr. Lin, if you look through the history books carefully, you will find that in troubled times, there will always be many heroes in this world, and there are many heroes in the world."

"Now, many of the sects in the world have no grand masters, and some of them have only one or two left. In the world of the past fifty years, there are less than a palm of the masters."

"But at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, this was not the case."

"Some people say that the times create heroes may make some sense, but it is also bullshit."

Lin Mang's mouth twitched.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't care about Lin Mang's strange expression and smiled: "Heroes, no matter when they are, they will rise."

"Isn't Marquis Lin a typical example?"

Lin Mang said calmly: "Zhang Zhenren is over-reputable."

But Zhang Sanfeng's words also made him realize some problems.

In fifty years, according to the algorithms of the world, it has been two generations.

From exploring the world as a teenager to quitting the world after knowing one's life, it is considered a generation.

Those with outstanding talents are enough to become masters, after all, masters do not have a long life span.

Basically after the age of fifty, the qi and blood begin to weaken and their state is no longer there.

In the past fifty years, there are actually only four new masters who have appeared carefully.

Two of these four people were from Shaolin, one was Yuan Changqing and the other was Zhang Yunfeng, but neither of them was considered to be people from the Ming Dynasty.

Speaking of which, these two people have some connection with themselves.

As for the two people in Shaolin, it is normal for Shaolin to have a background.

Lin Mang said in a deep voice: "Please also let Zhenren Zhang say it clearly."

Instead of guessing it yourself, it is better to ask Zhang Sanfeng directly.

"Bang!"

A chess piece fell on the chessboard, and Zhang Sanfeng's expression became a little solemn inadvertently, and his tone became a little different.

"In a peaceful and stable era, there are not many great masters. Why do so many times appear in troubled times?"

Lin Mang was slightly stunned.

Zhang Sanfeng sneered: "It's just a group of hypocritical people who forcibly break free from the shackles and come to the world."

"The more chaotic the world is, they will have the chance to leave."

As he said that, Zhang Sanfeng slowly stood up and threw away the chess piece.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery flashed by and returned to the back mountain of Shaoshi Mountain again.

The two looked at each other.

The vortex in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes slowly dissipated.

Lin Mang was secretly shocked. This martial arts myth is really amazing.

He had already practiced the secret spiritual method and knew very well that the scene just now was a spiritual illusion.

But it would be a bit terrible to be able to bring his mind into it and make him unaware of it.

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Lin Mang and said with deep meaning: "Marty Lin, this realm of heaven is like a world that was clearly distinguished by black and white just now."

“It depends on how you choose.”

Looking at the temple that was far away, he said calmly: "Stay here and you will eventually become dry bones, and you will be able to live for a long time after learning from them."

"You will understand this situation after returning to Beijing and look for the records left by Liu Bowen."

The mystery of this cannot be explained in a short while.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, and a hint of domineering suddenly appeared on his kind face.

Take one step and walk in the air.

During this moment of stillness, Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his right palm and gently patted it.

In an instant, everything around seemed to fall into static.

Changes in the atmosphere clouds!

It was like a mountain falling from the clouds, falling to the land of nothingness, crushing down in a mighty way.

Lin Mang's pupils shrank suddenly.

A brilliant Buddha light suddenly shone in the mirror-like void, like a flash in the pan.

A figure sitting on the Buddha's lotus appeared in the Buddha's light.

The plain palm print penetrated the mirror, and the power of heaven and earth was squeezed away.

Bang!!!

A earth-shaking loud noise seemed to sound from the inside of the diaphragm, rising continuously, and finally returned to silence.

The boiling Buddha light is broken!

The blue sky and white clouds dissipated, but countless Buddha lights appeared again.

But Lin Mang saw it very clearly that the previously broken Buddha light was behind the mirror, but what appeared in front of him at this moment.

In the broken Buddha light, the figure sitting cross-legged on the Buddha lotus rolled out, with an angry face as if telling something.

Although he couldn't hear it, Lin Mang felt that he was scolding Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his palm and said lightly: "What are you scolding me? If you have a genital, you will come out."

The vision in the sky quickly dissipated.

Zhang Sanfeng lowered his head and smiled, "Mr. Lin, please leave your enemy to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the afterimage left by Zhang Sanfeng slowly dissipated.

Lin Mang withdrew his gaze and showed a faint smile on his face.

That's interesting!
Chapter completed!