Wudang Mountain is full of joy. This is the 100th birthday of Zhang Sanfeng. When seven disciples gather together, the top and bottom are happy together, it is naturally a lively scene.

Zhenren Zhang didn't like lively and did not publicize it. Unexpectedly, from the early morning, friends from the world came one after another. From the Emei Sect's Master Jingxuan, the head of the Kunlun Sect, He Taichong, and the Five Elders of Kongtong, they also came the leaders of the Shenquan Sect, Haisha Sect, Giant Whale Gang, Wushan Sect, and many sect gangs.

After a simple meal at noon, these people showed their fangs and asked Zhang Cuishan, who had returned from overseas, the whereabouts of the Golden Lion King Xie Xun.

The Wudang Sect naturally could not surrender, and a great war was inevitable. So I heard the abbot of Shaolin Temple Kong Wen, who led his fellow junior brother Kongzhi, and Kong's nature came up to the mountain.

Although the battle was suspended, this grand event hit a climax.

However, Zhang Sanfeng had just welcomed the three monks of Shaolin to Zixiao Palace, and the guests and hosts were seated. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a voice coming from afar outside the hall: "Shen Yuanjingxin, the Ming Cult, heard that Zhang Zhenren was 100th birthday, and brought his disciples to celebrate his birthday. He came uninvited, and hoped that he would forgive him!"

The sound came from somewhere, but it was extremely clear and buzzed in the hall. The major sects present, which did not suffer the loss of the Ming Cult, immediately ignored the others, and drew out swords and scolded, "What a thief, you dare to come here!"

Zhang Sanfeng coughed, suppressed all the sounds, and then spoke: "All the Ming Cult are here, please go up the mountain to have a cup of tea."

Shen Yuanjing suddenly arrived, walked into Zixiao Palace with his head held high, and glanced at him. There were dense crowds of people, not even enough tables, chairs, and benches. Many people were sitting on the stones, and many were standing.

He recognized Zhang Sanfeng, who was the master at first sight, and he looked like a fairy-like figure. He bent down and said, "Meet Master Zhang! The Ming Cult is the master of congratulations to Zhang Zhenren on his life forever!"

Seeing that he was very handsome and majestic, Zhang Sanfeng did not dare to neglect his position in the Ming Cult, so he stood up and returned the greeting.

A person suddenly jumped out of the room and shouted: "The Demon Cult thief, I'll give my father my order." After that, he raised his big knife and slashed at Shen Yuanjing.

At this time, a voice came from outside the hall: "Rareless!" Everyone felt a flash in front of them. A man in a white robe and thin body stood on the spot, and one hand had already grabbed the back of the knife-holder's neck.

This man's body skills were amazing, and his actions caught people off guard. When Zhang Sanfeng saw it, he couldn't help but exclaim: "What a light skill!"

There was a man holding a sword and trying to come next to him, so he saw the man in white robe bent down slightly and said to Shen Yuanjing: "Master, what should I do with this person?" The man in his hand was now like a little chicken being caught and couldn't scream.

Shen Yuanjing said: "Today's birthday, Zhenren Zhang should not use his swords and weapons. King Wei, please let him go first." The man in white robe threw the man out and was taken over by his companions when he heard this.

Only then did everyone realize that the young man was the leader of the Ming Cult, and the man in white robe was the famous Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao.

At this time, a group of people rushed in from the door. First, there were twelve figures dressed by the Ming Cult disciples, each carrying a load, covered with red silk cloth, with a large "天" embroidered on it.

Then a group of people came in, and the five leading figures were monks, Taoists, scholars, and vicious faces, like beggars.

As soon as the group of people came in, Zhang Cuishan shouted out with a "ah". The cold-faced scholar put down a child and ran into his arms, calling "Dad". However, it was his son Zhang Wuji who was stolen by the Yuan soldiers.

The beggar next to him left a man in Mongolian uniform. Then the Taoist dressed as a Taoist stood up, took out a gift list, and handed it over respectfully.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly took it over, opened it and couldn't help but be stunned. When the Ming Cult opened the red silk cloth, the sound of breathing in the palace hall.

It turned out that there were valuable things inside, a load of silk and satin, a load of gold and silver, a pair of jasper-carved pine, a pair of colorful corals under the sea, a pair of top-quality mutton fat and white jade in the Western Regions... There was even a load of bright red peaches, which looked very delicious. In April, I didn't know where I found it, and I was very attentive.

The beggar-like man was responsible for sending the birthday gift to the warehouse. After a moment, he came back and said loudly: "Master, except for the family, the rest of the birthday gifts are poor people who collect debts. They only give birth to some longevity peaches and longevity noodles bought in the town at the foot of the mountain. They can pick up a piece of cloth from our load, which will be enough for their family to eat for several years."

These words make people's faces turn red, and they all come with ulterior motives. As long as the birthday gift is received, they are naturally made at will.

Shen Yuanjing nodded and suddenly asked, "Have all the people in the hall used food?"

Song Yuanqiao was stunned and replied subconsciously: "I have used it all. But there is no preparation in the mountains and the hospitality is not good." He felt that it was wrong and added: "A few people come from afar, so you can drink some first..."

Shen Yuanjing interrupted the exit, looked around for a week, and said aloud: "Since you have finished cheating and cheating, get out of here."

"Ah?" Song Yuanqiao thought he had heard it wrong. Kongtong, Kunlun and other sects reacted and began to clamor. Kunlun Xihuazi cursed: "You demon boy..."

Two "pa" sounds, everyone saw the figure flashing, and Xi Huazi's face suddenly became swollen, and he spitted out blood in one mouthful, with two teeth.

Only those with high martial arts skills saw that Wei Yixiao had just seen the hand that He Taichong stood up and wanted to take action. For a moment, the palace was tense.

Shen Yuanjing said: "Xie Xun is a member of our Ming Cult. He has been taken to the top of Guangming by us. We will take his grudges and grudges without asking Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu. If you have the courage, you will be here. Now you are not allowed to disturb Zhang Zhenren's birthday party, get out of here."

Everyone was in an uproar, the crowd was excited, and they were about to speak again. Shen Yuanjing shouted: "Get out!"

The supreme internal strength was used in this voice, which shocked the people present and their hands and feet were numb. Many people sat on the ground and couldn't relieve themselves for a long time.

Even a master like Shaolin Abbot Kong Wen could only barely resist it, but his qi and blood were still boiling and he couldn't speak. Except for the people from the Ming Cult, only Zhang Sanfeng was sober.

He looked solemn and said, "Sect Master Shen is powerful and is here today, but I don't know what advice." Now that he knows Shen Yuanjing's martial arts, he thought that he might be bad.

Shen Yuanjing said: "I have reached a bottleneck in my martial arts practice recently. Some things are not understood by anyone. I will ask Zhenren Zhang for some principles of martial arts."

As soon as this said, Song Yuanqiao and others immediately became alert and thought to themselves: "I have never heard of the new leader of the sect before. Seeing Wei Yixiao's appearance, I admire him very much. The methods must be extremely clever. To challenge the master, I am afraid that it is also for the sake of becoming famous, and there are so many troubles in the world."

Everyone finally escaped from the dizziness. Seeing that the Ming Cult's main discussion with Zhang Sanfeng, they stopped talking and said with a dirty heart: "Let them both suffer losses, and we can also benefit."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "The Master Chen is very skilled in martial arts. The old Taoist's crop style is not easy to show his ugly appearance. It is better to be harmonious and discuss the truth by drinking tea?"

Shen Yuanjing nodded and said, "It's better." Seeing that he agreed easily, everyone was surprised. He smiled and said, "Don't you think I'm here to fight, right? When you start, Zhenren Zhang may not be my opponent, but martial arts principles cannot be seen clearly just by using it."

Everyone in the hall was half-believing and half-doubted. Zhang Sanfenggai had been in power for seventy years. All those who had fought with him were dead. No one knew how good his martial arts were. Now, there are people who are so overestimating their abilities, which makes people laugh.

The palace was quiet just now, but now it became noisy again. Shen Yuanjing sighed and said, "Today's birthday, it's not easy to see blood. I'll replace your weapons. But it's only three things. If you don't get out, I'll kill someone."

Everyone was puzzled and saw him stretching out his hands and a strong wind blew in the room. Everyone's weapons roared, and before they could react, they all flew to his hands.

He saw his hands suddenly clasping in the middle, and the "crunch" sound was endless. In the stunned everyone, the swords, guns, swords, and halberds were all bent and pinched into a ball.

Shen Yuanjing moved his hands, and the group of weapons hit the floor. After a few clicks, the bluestone slabs shattered. He frowned and said, "The limitations of heaven and earth are really troublesome."

Everyone couldn't understand what he said, but they were shocked.
Chapter completed!