Zhang Sanfeng was over 100 years old. Although he was skilled and had good spirits, his long beard and gray hair looked like he was in his seventies or eighties. In addition, his unpredictable skills that had just been revealed, he was highly respected by the four Taoist priests and Guo Jing.

Guo Jing also stated his identity before he fought with the four Taoist priests, but the four Taoist priests believed that Guo Jing was here to provoke trouble, and only regarded his words as "Guo Jing" as a pseudonym and gave him a surname. He did not believe it at all, so he directly attacked the enemy.

Now the old man Zhang Sanfeng also said that Guo Jing was Guo Jing, and even called him Guo Daxia, which made the four Taoist priests feel surprised. The young Taoist priest was a little shallow and even subconsciously exclaimed.

The elderly Taoist priest glared at him and stepped forward to salute Guo Jing with his fists: "You are really the Great Hero of Guo?"

Guo Jing is generous and honest. Although he was just angry by these Taoist priests who danced their swords and attacked with one disagreement, he was still quite restrained in his words and his tone was not very scented: "This Taoist brother, I am indeed Guo Jing from Taohua Island. Please introduce Master Qiu to him and see what he said."

"this……"

The four Taoist priests looked at you and were a little confused for a moment.

Seeing Guo Jing and Yang Guo, Zhang Sanfeng already knew when he was now. He knew that at this moment, the Mongolian prince Huo Du had been attacked by the Mongolian prince Huo Du, and the situation was critical. These Taoists would not let anyone go up the mountain casually, so they simply spoke: "Haven Guo, there is a thief in Quanzhen's Chongyang Palace at this moment, and the old Taoist has taken the lead in resolution."

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng took a little less and his body suddenly floated away.

When Guo Jing heard this, he swept away the four Taoist priests. Seeing their expressions, he knew that what the old Taoist priest said was definitely true. These Taoist priests must have regarded themselves and the thieves as a whole. They were very anxious for a while, but they also had to take care of Yang Guo around them. It was difficult to go astray, so they had to continue to explain and prove their identity.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had left the old woman's monster rock, became more and more ethereal, Feng Xu was in the wind, but in just a few breaths, he could see the shadow of the Chongyang Palace on the mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Chongyang Palace, but the fires soared into the sky, the houses were burning, and the red flames shook. Zhang Sanfeng looked at him and saw white lights flashing at the corner of the Taoist temple, as if someone was fighting each other.

Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist robe bulged in the wind and rushed straight towards the Chongyang Palace on the top of the mountain. In just eight or nine breaths, he had already arrived in front of the Chongyang Office. However, he saw the flames spitting out, the thick smoke was everywhere, and the fire was very fierce. But it was strange that there were countless Taoist priests in the Chongyang Palace, and none of them came out to put out the fire.

The fire was the backyard of Chongyang Palace. Although the main courtyard had not been affected yet, there were constant shouts and scolding. The sound of swords and swords clashing, Zhang Sanfeng's energy flowed around him, raised his hand and waved his palm to cause the gathering of water and vapor, and the hazy white mist poured into the backyard.

The blazing fire was covered by Zhang Sanfeng's bone-thrusting white mist with thick palm force. The thick smoke in the attic pavilion was swept away by several lively palm winds, and the flames they were swallowing were suppressed. Zhang Sanfeng gently held his five fingers, and the attic house in the backyard was shocked slightly, and the fire was extinguished instantly.

The fire was put out, the smoke was blown away, and the dizzy people in the building were stimulated by the biting fog and woke up a lot.

The bright fire in the backyard disappeared, which naturally attracted the attention of both parties in the main courtyard in front.

Forty-nine yellow-robed Taoists in the front yard formed seven Beidou formations and fought against more than a hundred enemies.

The enemy was Huo Du recruited his subordinates from all over the country in order to marry Xiaolongnu to obtain treasures from the ancient tomb sect. He was tall and short, fat or thin. These people had different clothes and dressed differently, but their martial arts were not weak, and the number of people was large. The Quanzhen group gradually became at a disadvantage.

After the fire was extinguished, both the Taoist priests and Huo brought their subordinates. Although they kept on their hands, most of them looked at the direction of the backyard with surprise. Such a huge fire would have to be burned for a while even if it rained suddenly. How could it be extinguished suddenly?!

"Cruff-"

As the shouts and weapons were interspersed by the crowd, an old Taoist priest wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and tall figure pushed the door open and came in.

Amid the noise, Zhang Sanfeng closed the door and headed straight towards the hall - since there was a door, there was no need to climb over the wall.

There are seven cushions on the main hall, and seven Taoists sit on the cushions to form the Beidou Formation to fight the enemy. Three of the seven people are old, four are young, and the three older people should be three of the seven sons of Quanzhen. If nothing unexpected happens, one of the four young people is Yin Zhiping.

Seven people sat upright on the cushion, lined up to fight against the enemy. There were more than ten enemies with great martial arts in front of them. Behind them, a Taoist priest leaned down on the ground, not knowing life and death, but he saw his white hair, but could not see his face.

Zhang Sanfeng headed towards the hall. He was wearing a Taoist robe and thought he was regarded as a person from the Quanzhen Sect. A nine-foot man shouted with a wide back nine-ring knife in his hand and rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng.

He jumped down from the hall, let out a deafening shout, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed straight to Zhang Sanfeng's neck. He was born with great strength and practiced the sword technique. This sword was filled with huge force, like wind and thunder. Even if it was a powerful crossbow and flying arrow, it would be slower, but Zhang Sanfeng gently turned his body and let it go.

Although the big man's sword technique was strong, his movements were too big, and he would stagnate if he didn't hit his body with one knife. At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's steps did not stop and just walked to his side. He raised his hand and gently patted the back of his head.

The man was immediately struck by lightning, his long sword in his hand slackened, and his body immediately fell to the ground and no movement.

After that, several people flew down to stop Zhang Sanfeng, but were plotted by him. They either slapped the back of their heads or printed the heavenly spirits. They all pounced on the ground like rags and numb, which failed to stop Zhang Sanfeng from stepping. These people only looked like dummies with paper.

The remaining people who besieged the seven Taoist priests in the hall saw Zhang Sanfeng walking up and walking over, and were slightly stunned and ran away as birds and beasts.

After all, they just collected Huo Du's money to do things, not selling their lives to him. This old Taoist priest's martial arts skills were unfathomable, so they didn't want to go down and accompany those unlucky guys who were slapped to death by his palm.

In fact, this is why they misunderstood Zhang Sanfeng. As a monk, Zhang Sanfeng has been cultivating his character and being full of compassion in recent years. How could he kill people easily? He just took action a little heavier, and those people should not die.

As for whether there will be any sequelae and complications, etc.... People in the martial arts world fight and kill, and it is inevitable that they will be injured...

When Zhang Sanfeng stepped onto the bluestone steps of the hall, there were only the seven Taoist priests in the array and the white-haired Taoist who were lying on the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng walked over, and the seven Taoist priests looked at each other, and each held their fists to salute. After returning the salute, Zhang Sanfeng said, "I, Zhang Sanfeng, I dare to ask all the fellow practitioners, this is the Quanzhen Sect established by the Chongyang True Man."

"Go back to senior, this place is the Chongyang Palace of Quanzhen Sect. The junior Quanzhen Sect is Qiu Chuji, and the Chongyang Sect is the junior master." Qiu Chuji, one of the seven people, replied, "I don't know senior..."

"I have been practicing Taoism in the deep mountains and forests a few years ago. I have been going down the mountain recently and I learned that my nephew, Chongyang, had passed away, so I came here to see him..."

"Mr. Chongyang?"

Several Taoist priests looked at each other, and the young Taoist priests looked full of suspicion, but they were not sure whether the other party was lying. After all, looking at the old Taoist priest's age and martial arts, it is indeed very likely that they were the uncles of their masters, but they had never heard of their masters mentioning their master's master's teachings, so they were not easy to judge.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, among the seven sons of Quanzhen on the cushion, were indeed shocked. After all, Wang Chongyang once mentioned to them that he had a master uncle named Zhang Sanfeng. They were all focused and focused on defending the enemy, but they didn't react for a while. At this moment, when Zhang Sanfeng mentioned it, they all recalled it.

Only they and their master should know this matter, and outsiders should never know it. Moreover, the uncle in front of him was quite consistent with the master's description, and it seemed that he was indeed himself.

Thinking of this, the three of them hurriedly got out of the cushion and bent down to bow down.

"Ma Yu of Quanzhen Sect (Qiu Chuji/Wang Chuyi) paid homage to Master's uncle."

"No gifts, no gifts," Zhang Sanfeng moved his sleeves slightly, and the three of them stood up uncontrollably. After Zhang Sanfeng stopped their movements, he nodded slightly, "Since he has confirmed that this is the remains of Master Chongyang, I have no reason to stand by and watch."

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and looked at His Highness hundreds of enemies with different martial arts.

"My uncle master's martial arts master is a master of great success. With the help of Master's uncle, we are not worried..."

When he heard that Zhang Sanfeng was about to take action, Qiu Chuji and others were very happy, but before he could express his gratitude, he saw Zhang Sanfeng raising his hand and sweeping it. The palm power of both hard and soft turned into substance, sweeping out more than a hundred martial artists one by one like a dragon.

When the Taoist priests saw that their enemies were suddenly swept out of the Chongyang Palace from afar, most of them were confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Only a few people who are close and always pay attention to the situation in the hall know what happened, but at this moment they have no extra mood to explain to others, each of them is either skeptical of reality or their own eyes.

The Chongyang Palace of Quanzhen Sect is not luxurious, but the front yard of the entire hall is at least one or two hundred feet long and wide. The old Taoist master swept away the thieves in the entire courtyard with one palm. Could his palm power be able to cover a hundred feet in front of him?!

The disciples who followed the hall were shocked. The seven Taoists in the hall felt that they were dreaming. They saw with their own eyes how Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand casually and swept all the enemies under the hall. Even if their master Wang Chongyang resurrected, his martial arts skills were probably less than one-tenth of this uncle, right?

They unconsciously remembered what their master once described his uncle as his Taoist and martial arts.

The master described it correctly... It's a big deal!

Is this the description of martial arts? Whose martial arts is like this?

More than one hundred feet! More than one hundred people! There was nothing in one slap?!

Qiu Chuji looked at Zhang Sanfeng with awe: "Uncle Shi? The person who just extinguished the fire in the backyard..."

"It's my deity. There are a few young Taoist boys trapped in the fire, but they are all rescued by the old deity."

Qiu Chuji & the other six people: "..."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't care what they were thinking. He squatted down and turned the old Taoist who was lying on the ground. He saw his face as golden paper, his breathing was subtle, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

Zhang Sanfeng untied his Taoist robe, but saw a handprint printed on his chest, with five fingers hanging on his chest, and his five fingers were covered with purple color, and he knew that he had received a big handprint on his chest with a deep skill. Although he seemed to have weak breath, he had practiced the authentic mind method of Xuanmen for many years, his skills were pure and profound, and he had no worries about his life.

He raised and pointed at the acupoints of the old Taoist, and then carried the internal force into the eight extraordinary meridians for a whole circle. The purple handprint on the old Taoist chest faded away, and the depression almost recovered, leaving only a slightly swollen lilac mark. It should be almost recovered after two or three days of maintenance.

The seven Taoist people next to them looked numb, as if nothing was worthy of their surprise.

"Something fellow Taoists over there, since they have come, why not come out to meet?"

Zhang Sanfeng put down the old Taoist priest, stood up, and said slowly as he looked at the shadow in the corner of the hall.

"The old senior has great martial arts skills and great skills. The golden wheel admires it!"

In the shadow of the hall, a skinny middle-aged Tibetan monk was wearing a red robe and a golden crown, describing a thin middle-aged Tibetan monk wearing a light yellow brocade robe and folding fan in his hand, dressed as a noble boy.

The man dressed as a noble young man looked pale, and a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He had already cut the man in his heart who told him that "as long as he comes to Zhongnan Mountain to compete and marry Xiaolongnu of the Tomb Sect, he can get the treasures and top martial arts secrets of the Tomb Sect."

The Tibetan monk had a normal expression and had a certain temperament, but the young master of brocade robe behind him could see that the red robe on his back was soaked with sweat, and the bare back of his head under the golden crown was no less sweat than on his forehead.

If the people from various major sects that surrounded Wudang in the world of Heaven and Dragon Saber met these two people, they must have a very common language.

Especially about Zhang Sanfeng.
Chapter completed!