At this time, all other sects and sects in the world gathered outside the Shaolin Temple. Even the Ming Cult arrived under Zhang Wuji's personal leadership. After the heads of the five major sects left the temple, they took their disciples to follow the two monks of Shaolin and the Arhat Hall. The masters of the Bodhidharma Hall walked to the back mountain. Xian Yutong saw three large pine trees in triangle shapes surrounding a well from a distance. An old monk sat upright in front of each pine tree. The monk sitting in the northeast corner was pitch black, the monk was as yellow as a dead tree, and the monk in the south had a pale face as paper.

All three monks had deep cheeks and were so thin that they had no muscles. Only the yellow-faced monk had a glimpse of his eyes. Xianyutong could not recognize the other two monks. He only knew that this yellow-faced monk was the most powerful martial arts master in the Three Transports.

Xianyutong is now capable of magical skills. The three old monks who Zixia Tianluo sensed early were sitting there and their breath was intact. They looked at the chaotic eyes and were all splendid. It was obvious that each of them was peerless masters. The combined efforts of the three people gave Xianyutong a feeling of facing Zhang Sanfeng. So he thought to himself: "The integration power of these three ferry with the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle is probably no longer inferior to the innate masters, but they lack agility and can only defend passively, but they are far worse than the real masters."

The six sects, one sect, a gang and countless other sects and gang leaders, heroes and heroes in the world, and masters from both good and evil were gathered on this small mountain. It can be said that 90% of the masters from the Central Plains martial arts world gathered here. Even Ouyang Mo, the owner of Baituo Villa, came with his eldest son Ouyang Zhe and other disciples. Ouyang Ming, who followed Xian Yutong, saw his father early.

However, Ouyang Mo and Xian Yutong had already communicated with each other through a thousand miles of voice transmission. They first pretended not to know each other, and when they started fighting, they would avoid being wary of others and better attack.

Therefore, Ouyang Mo and Ouyang Zhe did not turn their heads, but just stood in a corner and looked quietly at the three old monks under the pine tree.

At this time, I suddenly heard the bells in Shaolin Temple, and it was still deafening from afar, which made the messy mountain suddenly calm down.

Kong Zhi first introduced the Dharma names of three Shaolin elders to everyone, then walked up and said a few words to the three monks. Then he heard Du Er say, "The young man who came to test last night was the Demon Sect Master Zhang? Master Zhang is so handsome. Hehe, I didn't expect that the three of you who went into seclusion for 30 years, and the world has changed color. Master Zhang drove away the Yuanmeng Tatars and restored the Chinese Han Dynasty. It's great, very good! His Majesty the Emperor personally arrived and raised the temple to greet him, but today we are talking about the grievances in the world. Shaolin Temple is also a place outside. After the conference, we will apologize to Your Majesty. Who are you guys coming to do it?"

Thousands of heroes attended the meeting saw the three monks being short and thin, embedded in the trunk of pine trees, and they looked like three zombies. However, a few words made the valley sound, which showed that they were extremely deep inside, and they couldn't help but feel moved.

Zhang Wuji said: "Last night, I saw the magical skills of three monks. I admire them sincerely. I didn't dare to make a fool of myself in front of the three. But thanking the Fa-Dharma King, I have the kindness of father and son, and the righteousness of friends with my brothers. Even if we overestimate ourselves, we must save him. I would like to ask the two brothers in the sect to help you, and learn from them three to three."

Du Er said lightly: "The Master Zhang doesn't have to be too humble. If there is another martial arts master who is equal to the Master, then you only need two to join forces to kill the three of us. But if I expected it is good, if there is no second person like the Master, there is no such person in the world, then there is more people and it is better to come up together."

Zhang Wuji said: "Although my sect is a sect and not enough to compete with the noble sects, they are all heroes. How can they besiege the three?" As he said that, he looked at Yang Xiao and Fan Yao.

Du E said, "Master Zhang said that the three of you will end up in your sect. Which two of you will come to give advice?" Zhang Wuji said, "I want to ask the Ming Cult's left and right light envoys to help." Du E moved in his heart: "What kind of light envoys left and right light envoys, is it very good at martial arts?" He had been in a state of hiding for a long time, but he had never heard of the name of Yang Xiao. As for Fan Yao, he had been hiding his identity for many years, and others had no idea.

When the leaders of the five major sects saw that Zhang Wuji had to take the lead first, they all knew that his martial arts were far better than him, and they would definitely win with the Ming sect masters. Then they would not have to mention their thoughts. If Zhang Wuji could not break the "Vajra Demon Subduing Circle" of the Three Dus, then they would have gone to the fore. Therefore, Miejue and the Five Elders of Kongtong had both stopped thinking about going into battle. He Taichong and his wife were thinking about the possibility of getting a bargain. The Seven Heroes of Wudang were quite nervous. Zhang Songxi stepped forward and said, "Wuji, since you couldn't break yesterday, I'm afraid you would waste your time today. It would be better to let the seven of us use the Seven-Sealing Formation of Zhenwu to break his Vajra Demon Subduing Circle."

Zhang Wuji bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Four. My adopted father is the King of the Ming Cult. He deserves to be the leader of the Ming Cult to save me. I would like to ask you seven to temporarily maintain your spirits. If I lose my opponent, you will be safe if you take action."

Zhang Wuji returned to the Ming Cult and discussed for a moment. Sure enough, he brought Yang Xiao and Fan Yao and the other two stood up. Each of them held two rulers that looked like gold and jade. Others could not recognize them. Xian Yutong frowned and said intimately: Where did Wuji get it from?

It turned out that Zhang Wuji had only practiced innate skills for ten days three months ago. Then he received a report from King Yin Ye. The warship of the Tianying Cult found the warship of the Persian priest in the East China Sea. After investigation, he learned that he was here to capture the previous apostate saint Dai Qisi. Xiao Zhao was shocked when he heard this. Zhang Wuji then learned that Grandma Jinhua was Xiao Zhao's mother, that is, the purple-shirted dragon king of the Ming Cult back then. Zhang Wuji was planning to bring Xiao Zhao into the harem. How could he let his mother-in-law be captured and killed? So he took Xiao Zhao on the ship to save people, then defeated the Three Envoys of Fengyun Yue, robbed six Holy Fire Orders, and then defeated the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings. However, this time Xiao Zhao did not go to the Persian priest as the leader, but the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings returned to the country in anger and had already made harsh words. I guess there would be powerful tricks in the future.

At this time, Zhang Wuji and the other three had already fought with Sandu. When they reached a meal, Zhang Wuji and the other three had already reduced the cable circle by about a meter in diameter. However, the smaller the cable circle of the three monks, the stronger the resistance, the more they used each step forward, the more shocked they would spend. Yang Xiao and Fan Yao fought, and at first they were still fighting against three. After half an hour, the two gradually could not support each other and became difficult for the two to fight. Zhang Wuji was one person to deal with Duhe and the two monks. The black soft rope in Sandu's hand waved like three giant dragons, surrounded the three people with claws and attacked. Zhang Wuji and the other three kept fighting against each other with the Holy Fire in their hands. Yang Xiao and Fan Yao were both the protagonists of the young adventure. The black soft rope in Sandu's hand waved like three giant dragons, surrounding the three people with their teeth and claws. Zhang Wuji and the other three kept fighting. The template, all the martial arts learned are extremely profound. Yang Xiao's two holy fire orders circled and flew, and then became swords, and sometimes made short spears. He was a judge's pen and dot, poked, pinned, and picked. Sometimes he was a dagger in his left hand, and suddenly turned into a steel whip in his right hand and an iron ruler in his left hand. He took the busy schedule and attacked each other, making a mute sound to disturb the enemy's mind. After fighting for four hundred moves, he had changed twenty-two weapons in a row. Each weapon was two sets of moves, a total of forty-four sets of moves. Fan Yao also studied martial arts in the world with many and deep. The two holy fire orders in his hand were one with a sword and one transformed knife. The material of the holy fire order was strong. In Fan Yao's hand, he actually threw out five or six sword flowers and three or four sword circles.

The profound and mysterious martial arts of the two have been allowed to be seen by the heroes of the world without reservation. Master Mie Jue, who has always wanted to kill Yang Xiao, saw that his martial arts are so brilliant, and he speculated for a while. He felt that although he was not afraid of him, he would be invincible. He sighed and looked at Ji Xiaofu, who was better than his martial arts. He thought to himself: Xiaofu can surpass me at my age. Zhiruo's character and qualifications are better than Xiaofu. I am afraid that he can become a great master of this generation. My personal grudges are second. The rise and fall of our Emei Sect is the most important thing. I will train them well. When I am a hundred years old, the Emei Sect will definitely suppress the Shaolin Wudang!

Most of the masters from other sects were dumbfounded and ashamed of their own shame. He Taichong and his wife looked at each other and were shocked. They thought that they were the two of them who were on the stage, and they probably had died seven or eight times.

Xian Yu Tongze looked at Zhang Wuji and Duhe, the two monks who died in a desperate battle. At this time, Wuji had already used all the three-point Nine Yang skills, the Great Shift of the Universe, the Taiji Magical Power, and the Zixia Magical Power, but they could only maintain their undefeated power. However, even if Zhang Wuji used all the methods, he still could not break the black rope. Therefore, he still had hidden innate power, just to find an opportunity to break the formation in one fell swoop.

Fan Yao and Yang Xiao kept changing their moves, but they still did not lose the least.

Another hour passed, Yang Xiao and Fan Yao saw that no matter how sharp the moves were, they could not attack within one meter. The two of them had a spiritual connection, and they stopped their moves at the same time. One shot out the force of the fingers with the "finger-blinking magical power", and the other used the "liu camel palm" to slap out the sharp palm power of the air. It was difficult to attack and cross, and it was difficult to cross the left hand together. The five fingers grabbed it and clamped it into an empty fist, which was also a palm that slashed out of the air.

Kong Wen, Kong Zhi and the Shaolin monks all said "ah" together, and their voices were filled with surprise and admiration. It turned out that this palm that could not match the lion camel palm was the "Summer Palm", one of the seventy-two masterpieces of Shaolin. It was extremely difficult to practice the palm power. It was not necessary to say that even if it was practiced, every time it was practiced, it would take a horse luck to sit on the horse and concentrate for a long time before it could gather internal strength in the dantian. However, when Dubu was unable to use his palm, he would slapped out the palm. As soon as he thought, he slapped out the "Summer Palm". At the same time, the black rope shook, and the finger force disappeared silently on the black rope with a sound.

Fan Yao slapped out his palms with his hands, and Yang Xiao's finger power shot like a feather arrow. However, Du Nan is worthy of being a top figure in Shaolin. With his exquisite moves, he can still fight with the two with "Summer Palm" and Hei Suo without losing the disadvantage. Instead, after fighting for more than 40 moves, Fan Yao and Yang Xiao could no longer bear it and stood outside. However, "Summer Palm" is one of the 72 masterpieces of Shaolin School. Du Nan is immersed in this palm technique for decades, and the power is indeed extraordinary. The palm power of the one-meter-long range of the sky has not diminished at all, and the black rope gradually pressed two feet in front of Yang Xiao. After fighting until now, it is obvious that Du Nan has gained the upper hand.

On the other side, Zhang Wuji fought against two, and the moves of the three were dull. Obviously, it was time to fight with internal strength until now. Such a fight was the most dangerous. As long as the internal strength was forced to the fork in the road by the opponent, even if Fei immediately died of anger, he would be destined to be devilish and die on the spot.

Yang Xiao and Fan Yao complained secretly in their hearts. They were always unfavorable to the world, but unexpectedly, they would still be defeated by two fights and one today. So when Yang Xiao saw Zhang Wuji fighting with the two monks, he also let out a long roar, using the holy fire in his hand to hold the black rope, and pull it with his lifelong skills, Fan Yao's eyes lit up, and he flew forward and grabbed Du Nan's face with his claw, and when he was blocking it, he also competed with him for internal strength.

Yang and Fan thought that they were more than thirty years younger than they were. Even though he had a deep skill, he was old and weak. After fighting for a long time, he should not be able to compete with the two of them. When they were defeated, they could help stop a monk again, and they would win.

On the other side, the two monks Du Er and Du Jie finally showed the power of the two monks Du Er as stable as Mount Tai. Du Jie was already backed by a pine tree. With the help of the power of the big tree, he could fight against Zhang Wuji's three-point Nine Yang Zixia Technique. Zhang Wuji stopped hiding his own personal experience when he waved his hands. Two invisible qi suppressed the black rope of Du Jie and Du Jie, and then hurriedly stepped forward half a step. Du Er used the Maha fingers that had been carefully studied for more than 60 years to point out the gale wind. The black rope immediately bounced Zhang Wuji back half a step back.

Finally, seeing that the six people fought to the end, both sides were injured and each was injured, Xie Xun dissuaded the three of them with "Lion Roar" in the dungeon, but in the end, he threatened him with self-destruction, and Zhang Wuji stopped the battle.

When the three of them left the circle, Du Er said, "I have been in seclusion for decades and have gained the knowledge of the wise and powerful people of the world again. Master Zhang is full of talented teachers, and you are even more outstanding. I hope that Your Majesty will benefit the people." Zhang Wuji bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice."

Du Er said: "My fellow brothers and three are here to wait for Master Zhang to come here for the third time."
Chapter completed!