Chapter seven hundred and twentieth nine give up your seat
The guests are all here. No matter what the different factions are thinking, Zhang Sanfeng's influence can be seen from one aspect. All the famous sects in the world have sent people to come. The famous sects such as Emei and Kunlun are even more important.
There is no shortage of everyone, but the Shaolin Temple has not arrived yet. After all, the Shaolin Temple is also a big mountain in the world, so it is understandable to be a little arrogant! Wudang did not expect so many guests to come. The Six Heroes of Wudang received them separately, but where did they go?
Are you too busy? When you are finally done, there are not even enough chairs for guests to sit in the Zixiao Palace.
Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to send someone to bring some round stones and place them densely in the hall. The heads of each faction and gang leaders still had seats, so the disciples and disciples had to sit on the stones. Zhang Songxi pulled Zhang Cuishan and walked to the side room. Zhang Songxi
He said: "Fifth brother, these people come here with bad intentions!" Zhang Cuishan said: "They made an appointment with each other. When everyone met, they seemed to have a plan in mind. Although some people pretended to be surprised, they were actually trying to hide it." Zhang Songxi said:
"Yes, they are not here sincerely to wish Master a happy birthday." Zhang Cuishan said: "Well, these people are all here for the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun."
In the main hall, even NPCs can't be accommodated. Players are naturally not eligible to have seats. Many disciples are standing outside the main hall, including Jin Yiwei Qinglong and Zeng Yi. Zeng Yi also got a seat. Sit down at Qinglong and start!
Zeng Yi, an unknown junior, actually got a seat. Many people were dissatisfied. However, some big sects saw Qinglong and didn't say anything. However, there was a leader of a small sect who didn't know Qinglong or didn't want to challenge Jin Yiwei's authority.
, he even angrily scolded Zeng Yi, "How can He De, a nobody, have a seat? He asked Zeng Yi to get up and give up his seat!"
Zeng Yi looked back and saw a strong old man, "Mad! In reality, I just give up my seat, but in the game, I'm asked to respect the elderly and the young?... Go to hell!" Zeng Yi
Yi turned around and looked at the old man disdainfully, without saying anything!
The old man was furious, "You... such an unreasonable junior, I will teach you a lesson for your master today!" He even wanted to take action!
This old man is also a top-notch master. Zeng Yi is not afraid of him. The old man swung out a palm, and Zeng Yi turned around to catch it. Both of them took two steps back and failed to hit the target. The old man became even more angry, as if he had lost face.
He gritted his teeth and rushed forward again. Zeng Yi took out his palm, turned it into fingers halfway, and struck out with a magic yin finger! The old man underestimated Zeng Yi and didn't react at all, and his palm was pierced.
The old man looked at Zeng Yi in horror. At this time, the NPC on the side exclaimed: "Huan Yin Finger!" The heads of several major sects stood up in unison, staring at Zeng Yi.
Yi suddenly realized that he seemed to have run into a hornet's nest. These people were all here to find the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun. Xie Xun's master was Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun, and Cheng Kun's famous stunt was the Phantom Yin Finger!
"Damn! There's something wrong with the atmosphere!"
After a moment of silence, someone suddenly asked: "What is your relationship with Cheng Kun?"
Although he felt a bit like the target of public criticism, as an official, Zeng Yi couldn't give in, especially in front of the boss of the unit!
"What the hell do you care about? Who the hell are you?" Zeng Yicai was not afraid of them. This was the Wudang sect, and he had the status of an official. He killed the Jinyiwei people in full view of the public. This was an attack on the Jinyiwei.
His face, Jin Yiwei is not an organization that is easy to talk to!
"You!" The popular one was about to vomit blood!
At this time, Qinglong stood up and said unhurriedly: "What? What kind of martial arts does Jin Yiwei practice? Do I still need to report it to everyone?"
When Qinglong spoke, he had already used his inner strength. His voice was not loud but it was transmitted to everyone's ears very clearly! Seeing Qinglong speak, they did not dare to say anything. Most of these people were just first-class masters. When they saw the super first-class master Qinglong, they all
Don't dare to say anything!
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became awkward. Fortunately, the players were all outside the door. If they were inside, there would probably be trouble. Players are notoriously troublemakers!
At this time, Zhang Sanfeng appeared with the Six Heroes of Wudang. Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "I would like to thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come and celebrate my birthday! Wudang did not entertain you well, please bear with me!"
Zhang Sanfeng's words resolved the embarrassment at the scene. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door: "Amitabha!" This Buddha's name was clearly transmitted to everyone's eardrums. It was clear and bright. It seemed to be coming from a distance, but it was hard to hear it.
It also seemed to be coming to his side. Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "It turns out Zen Master Kongwen of the Shaolin School has arrived. Please greet him quickly." The voice outside the door said: "Shaolin Kongwen, together with his junior disciples Kongzhi and Kongxing, and his disciples,
I sincerely wish Mr. Zhang a long and happy life."
Zhang Sanfeng said: "There are many guests gathered on Wudang Mountain today. The old Taoist has only lived a hundred years in vain. How dare he trouble the jade toes of three divine monks?" The four of them were separated by several doors, each using their inner strength to answer each other's questions, as if they were talking to each other.
Zeng Yi was very envious, "Madeh! When will I have such inner strength!"
Zeng Yi and Qinglong looked at each other and knew in their hearts that the Shaolin Temple was coming and the fun was about to begin!
Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples to greet him, and everyone in the hall immediately followed. Without the Shaolin Temple taking the lead, these people really didn't dare to push the Wudang sect too hard! Only three divine monks led nine NPC monks and twenty Shaolin Temple players.
Walking to the front of Zixiao Palace, the leader of the player is none other than the boss. This guy is following Kong Wen at this time, with an upright look. People who don't know would never guess that this guy is the boss of the four bitches!
Master Kong Wen's white eyebrows drooped, covering his eyes, like an Arhat with long eyebrows; Master Kong Xing's body was majestic and his appearance was majestic; Master Kong Zhi's face was grim, with the corners of his mouth drooping.
"Nah! The shooters in the game are also talented. Where did you find these three weird materials?"
Although Zhang Sanfeng and Kong Wen were both masters in the martial arts world, they had never met each other. Zhang Sanfeng came forward to greet Kong Wen. He Taichong, Jing and other representatives of various factions came forward to meet each other, expressing admiration to each other and exchanging polite greetings.
This Shaolin Temple really knows how to be a good person. When people hear of such a person, they are extremely humble. They put their hands together as a salute and say hello to the younger disciples of each sect and group. Even Zeng Yi came up and said a few words. Of course, during this period
I can't help but wink at the boss, who is really like a virtuous monk. He still has a serious expression, "The boss's acting skills are worse than mine, an Oscar-winning actor. No matter how he moves, he is at the level of the Golden Rooster, Golden Horse, and Golden Statue!"
"It was noisy for a while, and hundreds of people were introduced one by one.