At this time, the intercontinental bus a871 was already lying calmly on the highway.

The highway traffic police immediately received a call and saw that the car was full of corpses and the ground was full of sharp knives with three inches of sharp knives!

"Thank God, thank God..." The traffic police captain breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene of a man stumbled down: "Fortunately it was not a traffic accident, it had nothing to do with us... I'll stop the team!"

"Do you want to call 110?" a young traffic policeman asked timidly: "So many people have died, don't we need to do anything?"

"You are stupid? These people are not car accidents, so they care about our bird affairs? Don't make trouble for yourself nowadays!" After saying that, he pushed the other person's head with a helmet: "Go! Go quickly! It's not good if you see it."

The captain was very unhappy. He originally thought that a bus that broke down on the highway was about to be fined, but he almost got stuck in a mess.

Among the dead people in the car, someone suddenly moved and struggled to support half of his body.

Han Xuan survived the battle. He looked around in panic and saw that his junior brothers had been cut into human form in the fight with many assassins, and his master Lin Banxuan was also dying, and he was still breathing.

"Master! How are you?" Although Han Xuan is not very good at character on the ring, he always looks like a child in front of his teaching mentor.

"Xiao Han... Someone is behind this matter, go back and tell the leader immediately..." Lin Banxuan said with difficulty with the last little effort in his life.

"It must be that Pan Hongsheng! I will report that Master destroyed him!" Han Xuan shouted furiously: "Master, you must hold on, I will take you to the hospital right away!"

"It's useless, it's too late..." Lin Banxuan was so angry that he said: "Don't be impulsive. This is not something he did. He doesn't need to do this, and there's someone else who hurt us!"

At the same time, the Kongtong Sect General Office received a letter.

Yan Song, the current leader of Kongtong, was in a state of depression and threw the letter aside.

His disciple's defeat in a TV show yesterday was a painful blow to the sect. He had long persuaded Lin Banxuan not to take his disciples to participate in the competition, but the other party has been so stubborn since childhood and cannot listen to other people's opinions when he has decided on it.

What's even more terrible is that he immediately made military achievements when he left. If he could not achieve results, he would voluntarily accept severe punishment! This made Yan Song in a dilemma.

He knew that such things were not good at playing, and if the rewards and punishments were unknown, how could he convince the public? Although this kind of thing seems to be very out of place in the current era, Kongtong is still a very traditional sect, which is different from Shaolin's kind who is full of money and keeps pace with the times.

In addition to him, there are the respected master Bai Qionghai above and several peer-age brothers below; there are many aspects to consider when dealing with things yourself.

"Master, that guy Banxuan hasn't come back yet?" A man in his forties and a pretty handsome man said tentatively while observing his master's face: "Hey, he is still as impulsive as before, doing things without considering the consequences... He should deal with it this way when he comes back..."

Yan Song stared at his slick apprentice, his eyes very confused.

This great disciple is named He Sheng, and he is versatile in all directions, which is almost reversed from Lin Banxuan's personality. It's a pity that his talent in martial arts is very mediocre, and he is not a little bit different from Lin Banxuan.

Many times, Yan Song once fantasized that these two apprentices could be combined into one, but it was just a fantasy.

Sometimes when God takes away something from a person, he will give another kind of compensation. Many people think that they are useless, but in fact they just don’t discover their strengths.

The little Jiujiu in He Sheng's heart, as the head of Yan Song, is not unaware of this. Although he has four disciples, only He and Lin are truly capable of inheriting their legacy.

He is more inclined to teach all the essence of martial arts to Lin Banxuan, but Lin Banxuan's character and temper from time to time made him helpless.

This storm will inevitably become the bargaining factor for this great apprentice. He even suspected that Lin Banxuan and his apprentice participated in such a program were somewhat provoked by He Sheng.

Lin Banxuan's family is poor, and there is only a lot of tuition fees paid by his disciples in Kongtong Cult. He has always wanted to make his disciples stand out and become martial arts superstars, so that he can be a martial arts coach and get a share to alleviate the family's dilemma.

In this real society, a society where everything is about money, it is embarrassing to be a man in his forties to be a penny.

"Oh!" Yan Song sighed heavily: "This is a housework, and you should not be mentioned in public!"

What he said seemed to be unreliable, but in fact he was directly warning the other party: Don’t make a big fuss about your junior brother’s embarrassing things!

What kind of virtues are all about your disciples? Those who are teachers know the best. Although this sentence may not necessarily make the other party stop, at least it can intimidate and restrain him.

After He Sheng left, he slapped the table suddenly: "Hey! Internal and external troubles!"

How can these ignorant younger generations know that the Wudang Sect, which is also a famous sect, has been pressing step by step in recent years, and has been trying to merge the sect for far-fetched reasons.

In recent years, Wudang has also begun to make money with Shaolin's pace and has begun to focus on traditional martial arts. They are said to have received investment from big merchants and have strong troops and strong foundations as backing. In recent years, through the excuse of sect mergers, many weak traditional sects and martial arts have been incorporated into their "New Wudang".

Perhaps in martial arts novels and TV series, Wudang always appears as positive characters. These white-bearded old Taoist priests always seem to be kind and polite. But in fact, except for the great Shaolin family, no one dares to mess with each other, the rest of the sects will more or less encounter situations of competing for food. Now it is not as good as before. Maintaining the operation of the sects is very squeaky. In ancient times, these sects all had land, but after experiencing catastrophes, nothing was left.

Therefore, the number of disciples and the number of disciples collected is the lifeline.

If there are no disciples or too few disciples, it means that you are sentenced to death and cannot be continued! The only way to expand your source of students is to use your reputation and fame.

With the support of the big merchants, Wudang adopted this method of annexation, which was actually a disguised use of business skills in the martial arts circle.

As a major sect second only to Shaolin, Kongtong is naturally the largest and most important cake in Wudang's eyes! Wudang has sent people to buy Kongtong's signature for 200 million yuan—it's just a signature.

But Yan Song refused without hesitation. In his opinion, this is deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

Besides, Kongtong is currently on the rise and is not very short of money; talking about these issues at this time is really a bit unreliable.

But Wudang obviously has some methods. They secretly operated many things that damaged Kongtong's reputation, and once sent disciples to disguise themselves as they smashed Kongtong's martial arts hall in the Narcissus Town. Yan Song had just warned that there was no full conflict with it. He knew that Wudang was rich and powerful at this time, and it was not something that Kongtong could deal with!

In modern society, fists are not the only criterion for measuring strength. Financial power, power, background... all play their own role in the game. Fortunately, Kongtong is not a rootless tent. Many officers and instructors in the armed police force are disciples of Kongtong. Even the head coach of the armed police are from Kongtong. With these people behind, Wudang dares not do too outrageous things. But he has always been eyeing him and has ulterior motives.

His hand slapped the table and just saw the letter.
Chapter completed!