The smashed boulders were scattered in all directions, and many monks were injured by the broken stones. At this time, Sandu's eyes became a little solemn. How could this old Taoist priest still have such fighting power at his age?
Lao Zhang felt it was boring and tight. Isn't this just a three-person version of Zhenwu's seven interception formation?
It took thirty years to build this thing?
That's it?!
These three monks are trying to make things up, and they must have the same intention. Martial arts only rely on one thought, and the moves should be like this.
Lao Zhang's Tai Chi emphasizes intention rather than moves.
So Lao Zhang really felt that although the King Kong Demon-Conquering Circle was good, it was only good. However, the King Kong Demon-Conquering Circle at this time was also different from what Zhang Wuji faced in the original work.
At this time, Sandu's Vajra Subduing Demon Circle was only completed, and it had not really reached the point where they had the same mind, so the power at this time was still much smaller than it would be a few years later.
"Three of you! The old Taoist is about to break the formation." Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to delay.
People in the world have misunderstandings, as if Wudang Kung Fu focuses on gentleness.
But at this moment, Zhang Sanfeng allowed all the Shaolin monks to see how hard their Wudang Kung Fu was!
In the meantime, he strode forward!
The three black ropes of Sandu are like three black dragons.
Facing Lao Zhang's attacks on all his vitals.
Lao Zhang didn't dodge or avoid, he just reached out and grabbed him!
He caught the three ropes in his hand, and Sandu was shocked. Is this old Taoist still a human being?
The internal strength of the three of them was surging, but in the face of the huge internal strength of the three of them, Lao Zhang still held on to the rope steadily.
The three of them felt as if their inner strength was falling into an unfathomable sea.
Sandu doesn't care whether his face is white, yellow or black!
At this time, his face was as pale as paper!
Lao Zhang shook the black rope in his hand slightly
After three crossings, he vomited blood and kept vomiting blood!
These three people didn't want to let go, but they couldn't help it.
Three black cords are in Lao Zhang's hands!
"The old Taoist wants to see Yuan Zhen!" Zhang Sanfeng threw the black rope aside.
After Sandu calmed down for a long time, they could speak.
"Zhang Laodao, don't go too far!" Du'e said angrily and shamefully.
"I don't know if my disciple is alive or dead. If I hadn't still cherished Master Jue Yuan's affection, I would have broken into the mountain gate long ago!" Lao Zhang said in a normal tone.
"Master Zhang, my uncle is here!" I saw a pale and unconscious monk being carried out by two young novice monks.
"Is he Yuan Zhen?" Lao Zhang said in a solemn tone for the first time.
"Amitabha, Master Yuanzhen has been unconscious for several days." The young monk said in pain.
Lao Zhang walked up to Yuan Zhen and put his hand on his wrist. Sure enough, he was as angry as a gossamer. If it weren't for the strong medicinal power in his body, the monk would really be dead!
This Yuan Zhen was really cruel, and Zhang Yange had already hurt him badly. In order to win Zhang Sanfeng's trust, he went to Shaoshi Mountain and gave himself a hard blow on the heart.
This little novice monk is his nephew and his confidant.
If the little novice had been too late to save him, Cheng Kun might have killed himself.
"Amitabha, Master Zhang! We found Master Yuanzhen's nephew fainted at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain a few days ago. If he hadn't been hung up by the Shaolin Great Return Pill, he would have died long ago!" Kong Wen's voice was lowered at this time.
Quite a few.
"When my uncle was in coma these past few days, he was always saying to Zhang Baxia, run! Run!" the little novice monk cried.
Hearing this, Lao Zhang sighed deeply.
He tried the Wuji Kung Fu again, but Cheng Kun still didn't show any intention of waking up.
"In that case! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lao Zhang asked.
Sandu didn't want to speak, and Kong Wen's face turned red.
Shaolin Temple has been arrogant for so many years. When Zhang Laodao came to ask questions, they cooperated. Doesn't it mean that Shaolin is afraid of Wudang? How can Shaolin still hang out in the world in the future?
Of course, they couldn't say this.
"Senior Nephew Yuan Zhen was unconscious at the time. We didn't know who our enemy was, so we didn't let Master Zhang see him." Kong Zhi, a clever man, thought of himself as a reason.
Lao Zhang glanced at him sideways, and Kongzhi took a step back without leaving any trace.
Seeing Yuan Zhen with only one breath left, Lao Zhang was also a little embarrassed. If he really had a problem, he would escort him to Guangmingding and confront the people from the Demon Cult face to face.
But this monk only has one breath left...
"Zhenren Zhang, you were also from Shaolin back then! For Zen Master Jueyuan's sake, let's just leave it for today!" Kong Wen relented. "If Yuanzhen can wake up, we will definitely ask about the whereabouts of Zhang Baxia."
If you don't give in anymore, even the strongest Sandu is almost saved, what else can you do?
Lao Zhang glanced at the crowd. Kong Zhi looked like he wanted to kill or chop you up, just don't hit him on the head. Sandu looked at Lao Zhang bitterly and said nothing.
Lao Zhang thought for a moment and jumped up.
He took off the plaque of Shaolin Temple.
"Zhang Sanfeng! What are you going to do!" Sandu's eyes were red and he was about to fight. Lao Zhang waved the plaque, and the strong wind hit the three of them and they were swept to the ground.
"I don't know whether my disciple is alive or dead, but he has something to do with Yuan Zhen. Leave this plaque with me for now, and let Yuan Zhen come and pick it up in person when he wakes up!" The old man opened his mouth and said. "This plaque is already in memory of Master Jue Yuan.
For your sake!”
After Lao Zhang finished speaking, he carried the big plaque and left in the air. No one in the huge Shaolin Temple dared to stop him.
At this time, Zhang Yange was secretly protecting the two children. After he was ambushed by Yuan Zhen, he was also seriously injured. He was worried that Cheng Kun might do it to him again, or that he knew that he was protecting Zhang Wuji.
After attacking Zhang Wuji, he kept hiding his identity and whereabouts. There were actually people following him, but when Zhang Yange was about to trouble them, those people retreated on their own.
Zhang Wuji took very good care of Yang Buhui along the way.
After the last battle, Zhang Yange's Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu showed signs of breakthrough. The only pity was that he didn't kill the bastard Cheng Kun!
At this time, Zhang Yange was wearing black clothes in the restaurant, with a bamboo hat on his head.
He thinks this is very handsome!
"Have you heard? Zhang Baxia died of exhaustion after the battle with the Demon Cult in Banshan Town. Master Zhang went down the mountain alone to Shaolin first."
"Wait a minute! Zhang Baxia was harmed by the Demon Cult. Why did Zhang Zhenren go to Shaolin?"
"Well...this is not the point! Master Zhang first broke through the Shaolin Vajra Demon Subduing Formation, and then fought against Shaolin Sankong. It is said that the Kongzhi Divine Monk's head was covered with red marks, and finally Shaolin's Sandu came out.
Sandu, you know!
This Sandu holy monk was almost saved by Master Zhang! In the end..."
"Zhenzhen Zhang is a Taoist, and salvation is a Buddhist idea."
"You motherfucker is making a big deal, aren't you? Do you listen? If you don't listen, get out!"
"you say…"
"When Zhang Zhenren left at the end, he took off the plaque from the Shaolin Temple!"
Zhang Yange silently took off his bamboo hat during the middle of listening. It seemed that he had caused the messenger to be killed.
Cheng Kun, I really belong to you!
If I don’t blow your bald head off this time, I will call you Zhang Xiaoba from now on!