Chapter two hundred and eighty third murderous intent
Chapter 283 Murderous intent arises
Wudang's industries are spread all over the country. Although they have shrunk a lot for some unknown reason now, hundreds of years of accumulation, overt and covert industries cannot be underestimated. Although the Crowne Plaza Hotel is worth billions, it is considered one of Wudang's decent industries.
One, but what kind of person is he who holds a token that is equivalent to the leader’s personal visit? Although the Wudang leader hardly cares about secular industries, the secular industry of Wudang is not the final decision of the Wudang leader. This Wudang leader named Tang Yongchang
The disciple immediately took Zhang Hupan to the only presidential suite in the Crowne Plaza Hotel.
The Presidential Suite is located on the top two floors of the hotel. It has a study room, a conference room, a panoramic skylight that can overlook the nearby area, a luxurious small restaurant that can accommodate 12 people, complete kitchen utensils, and the two bedrooms each have a reception area and
The bathroom, with its exotic interior design, uses traditional materials such as walnut, fur, natural fiber products and Italian marble, perfectly combined with modern original art works and fashionable elements such as plasma TVs, and is equipped with home theater equipment and high-end audio.
Fax machine, laptop and two Jacuzzis with small TVs.
Modern people really know how to enjoy it. Looking around, Zhang Hupan sighed secretly. Although the Xiuzhen Cave is full of spiritual energy, full of greenery, green mountains and flowing water, it is still much worse than modern people in terms of enjoyment.
"You take a rest first, I'll go and invite the master immediately." Tang Yongchang said respectfully to Zhang Hupan, who was sitting on the leather sofa.
"Go." Zhang Hupan said with a smile.
In a room in the hotel, a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face and his arm cut off at the wrist was asking with surprise: "You said that man holds a token in his hand that represents the master's personal visit?"
"Yes, Master Zhang, I can't be wrong. Although I have never seen that token, I heard Master talk about it. And as soon as I got the token, I felt very close to it. It even vaguely resonated with the aura in my body." Tang Yongchang.
Answered in the affirmative.
"That must be true. Could it be that the master has finally decided to revive Wudang, and Wudang will finally become famous?" Perhaps thinking that Wudang will finally show its majesty again, a trace of blood appeared on the middle-aged man's pale cheeks, and his eyes flashed.
With tears of excitement in her eyes, she gently touched the wound on her broken wrist.
In the past five years, Wudang has recruited almost all of its talented disciples, and almost all of its disciples above the generation of Hao, leaving only a few disciples of the generation of Hao and above to maintain their appearance in the world, and they have also issued orders from above.
Keep a low profile. In the past five years, almost all the forces that used to look at Wudang's face have raised their eyebrows. Even the original little shrimps have bullied Wudang. Now I heard that the sect has finally sent a heavyweight to come, what?
It can make middle-aged men cry with joy.
Tang Yongchang clenched his fists, his face full of excitement, and murmured: "It must be."
"No, he must be an elder in the sect who holds the token that represents the presence of the master. How could there be such a young elder in the sect?" The middle-aged man suddenly remembered that there had never been such a young elder in the sect, and his mood immediately changed.
The clouds are falling, and it seems that things may not be as optimistic as imagined. However, since the young man holds the token, as the responsible disciple here, he must go to see him in person, not to mention that he specified that he wants to see him.
With mixed feelings, the middle-aged man arrived at the presidential suite.
The door was open, and a young man stood in front of the skylight with his hands behind his back. Although he was wearing modern clothes, the middle-aged man vaguely felt that there was a transcendent aura emanating from his body, which made him feel very comfortable.
"Wudang Zhang Yan pays homage to senior!" the middle-aged man said respectfully. Although Zhang Hupan was holding a token, since he still didn't know Zhang Hupan's identity, he had to call him senior for the time being.
Zhang Hupan slowly turned around and said with a smile: "Here you are, sit down. I want to ask you something." After saying that, he pointed to the sofa and strolled to the sofa and sat down.
"Yes" Zhang Yan didn't know why. Although Zhang Hupan looked very young, there was a sense of authority in his words that he could not resist, which made him feel a little restrained and sat down in an orderly manner.
"You have internal injuries." Zhang Hupan is such a powerful person. He immediately discovered that Zhang Yan had internal injuries.
"Yes, you don't have to worry about a little injury, senior." Zhang Yan replied more and more respectfully. Although Zhang Hupan is young, it is definitely not easy for someone who can see through at a glance that he has suffered internal injuries.
"The hand is also injured." Zhang Hupan's face changed slightly, and he seemed a little unhappy. Of course, the founder of Wudang would not be happy if a Wudang disciple was beaten like this.
Zhang Yan touched the wound on his broken wrist with a touch of sadness. His right wrist was cut off, and he had to start practicing swordplay with his left hand again. He was originally retained because of his average talent, and now he is almost 40 years old.
It's not easy to practice sword practice again.
"Sigh, senior, you don't have to worry about this disciple's affairs. I don't know your senior, and I don't know which senior in the sect you are. What's the matter with this visit?" Zhang Yan sighed, his face unable to hide the sadness, anger and shortness of breath in his heart.
, asked, changing the subject.
Zhang Yan's hero's shortness of breath and helplessness certainly made Zhang Hupan, the supreme leader of Wudang, feel very uncomfortable. It was obvious that Wudang disciples were bullied in the secular world, and they could only swallow bitterness. Zhang Hupan asked Wudang disciples to shrink their power.
, don’t stir up trouble for the time being, I just don’t want to start a dispute with those cultivation forces who are joining the world one after another, but this does not mean that others can shit on Wudang’s head.
I will not offend others unless they offend me, and I will not be lenient if someone offends me. This is Zhang Hupan's principle of doing things. Even Zhang Hupan, a powerful sect such as Kunlun and Shushan, still dares to challenge.
It's okay for Wudang disciples to be bullied. I didn't know that I had nothing to say. Now that I know, how can Zhang Hupan, as the Supreme Master of Wudang, turn a blind eye.
"For Wudang, I have made you suffer in the past five years." Zhang Hupan did not answer Zhang Yan's question. When his eyes came into contact with Zhang Yan's broken arm, he always felt a little guilty. It was because he, the supreme leader of Wudang, had not done a good job.
Otherwise, why would Wudang disciples suffer like this?
I don’t know why Zhang Yan and Tang Yongchang, who was standing behind him, had the urge to cry when they heard Zhang Hupan’s words. They have been suffering from the injustice for five years. Every time they reported it, the elders in the sect would
It emphasizes patience, patience and patience. The masters are only recalled, but not sent down. Now even the small Wang family has innate masters, and they have bullied Wudang. Now the sect finally sent a master with such skills as
Although the Token disciple who was personally visited by the master was a bit younger, his words made Zhang Yan and Tang Yongchang feel as if the grievances they had felt over the past five years were pouring out.
"Come here and let me take a look." Zhang Hupan waved to Zhang Yan gently.
Despite his extremely youthful appearance, Zhang Yan incredibly felt the kindness of his elders and the touch of an old cow licking his calf from his eyes.
Zhang Yan, who was almost forty years old, came to Zhang Hupan like a child. Zhang Hupan gently picked up Zhang Yan's broken arm. The cut was very flat. It must have been injured by a very sharp sword. It was so close.
Looking at the wounds of his disciples, Zhang Hupan felt a kind of sadness, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent. No matter which sect is behind you, from today on, as long as you have bullied Wudang sect for no reason, I, Zhang Hupan, will make you pay a heavy price.
cost.
Seeing Zhang Hupan grabbing his arm, with a cold face and cold eyes flashing, Zhang Yan was very moved. He knew that this unknown senior was angry about his experience, and when he was about to say that it was okay,
Suddenly, a lotus flower magically appeared in Zhang Hupan's hand, shining with colorful brilliance, fragrant, and with a very comfortable mist on it.
As soon as the lotus flower came out, the whole room seemed to be filled with fairy spirit, and the fragrance overflowed. After taking a deep breath, I felt refreshed, and the internal energy of the limbs and bones nourished each other, and I was a hundred times more energetic. The tip of Zhang Yan's nose was close to the lotus, and the lotus's
The fragrance kept creeping into his nose. As soon as the fragrance entered his nose, Zhang Yan instantly felt a stream of warm air flow throughout his body, and his internal injuries were almost healed.
Zhang Yan and Tang Yongchang had never seen such a magical lotus. They immediately stared at the magical lotus with stupid eyes, unable to move for a long time, but their noses were clever and kept breathing deeply.
Colorful fairy lotus is a precious medicine that can grow bones and muscles. It is said that it only grows in Kunlun Fairyland. I don’t know why it is also found in Nanhai Fairyland. Zhang Hupan picked one and put it in the Qiankun Ring in case of emergency. This
The seven-colored fairy lotus is extremely precious, and there are only four or five in the Nanhai Immortal Palace. Any elder of the cultivation sect would never use such precious medicine on an ordinary lay disciple, but Zhang Hupan frowned
He took it out without even frowning. In Zhang Hupan's eyes, there is no distinction between high and low among Wudang disciples, only seniority, strength, and talent. Their lives are all equally precious in Zhang Hupan's eyes, and their identities are all
Wudang disciples are born as Wudang people and die as Wudang ghosts!
Carefully breaking off a lotus leaf, he casually punched a few magic seals into the lotus leaf. The lotus leaf twisted strangely, and gradually turned into the shape of a palm.
"Go!" Zhang Hupan shouted softly, and the palm transformed from lotus leaves touched Zhang Yan's broken wrist.
At this moment, a strangely clear water drop suddenly appeared in the air. The temperature of the entire room dropped sharply. The surrounding air mist quickly atomized around the water drop, but could not get within a foot of the water drop. A ray of purple light shot from Zhang Hupan's hand.
Water droplets, as soon as the purple light touched the water droplets, they immediately turned into purple flames with a terrifyingly high temperature. The water droplets were tightly wrapped in the middle of the flames. Water and fire did not melt, and they immediately made a hissing sound, but the water droplets were in the terrifyingly high-temperature purple flames.