I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 140 The battle at the pinnacle of the human world, Zhang Sanfeng, a poor man

Wudang Mountain

At this time, Wudang did not seem to have as many broken rules as in later generations.

For example, Jie Jianchi, who is known as the prince, general and prime minister, must "dismount his sword and dismount to show respect"...

At this time it was just an ordinary pond with many frogs singing in it.

It's possible that there are groups of tadpoles inside looking for their mothers.

I don’t know if Zhang Sanfeng has ever thought that one day if people come here and don’t understand the sword, they will be disrespectful to him and will be the enemy of Wudang.

Lin Xuan estimated that it might be because Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, combined mythology and Wudang after he worshiped Emperor Zhenwu in Wudang and established a royal dojo.

Therefore, both the Wu-Tang Clan and Zhang Sanfeng added a layer of aura and had to appear superior.

"We, the Wudang Sect, will not see any guests for the time being. I would like to ask you two to leave."

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong went up the mountain. As soon as they entered the Wudang Sect's gate, two sword-wielding Taoists stepped out from behind the rocks and stood in front of them.

However, Zhao Min is also famous for his complete disregard for the life and death of his subordinates.

The two Taoists looked a little confused: "The senior uncle and the second uncle are both top-notch masters in the world, so is the Ming Cult so powerful?"

The two Taoists took the black iron token with both hands and saw that the material was extremely difficult to forge. They couldn't help but feel shuddered in their hearts and returned the token to Huang Rong: "I, the masters and uncles of Wudang, are now allied with the noble sect to expedition to the Mingjiao. Haven’t returned yet. I wonder why Master Huang is here?”

Lin Xuan nodded, took Huang Rong's little hand, and jumped forward: "Everything should be done according to the authority, don't blame me."

Lin Xuan frowned slightly: "Is that person named Gang Xiang?"

The Taoist on the right was startled: "The Patriarch specifically said that we must be more courteous when meeting Emei disciples. If you directly regard the Emei master as an enemy, I'm afraid there will be something wrong..."

Lin Xuan didn't know whether Zhao Min planned to give away his head for fun, or if he really had some strange idea.

Huang Rong thought for a while, then took off the black iron token exclusive to the head of Emei from her waist, and looked a little impatient: "Wudang Emei are both righteous in the martial arts world. If I am an imposter, why would I tell such a lie that can be easily exposed? "

"My master has been in seclusion for more than a year since the year before last, and the disciples of our sect have not seen him for a long time."

"Is the head of Emei leading his men to attack our Wudang?"

"This..., is this an enemy attack?"

Over time, this leader's token became known to the world.

The Taoist on the left was shocked and hesitated.

"After talking with the third uncle, Master Kongxiang has now left Zixiao Palace with the third uncle and headed to the back mountain... huh?"

"Thank you two Taoist priests for your kindness, but we came here this time to see Zhang Zhenren for something."

But the disciples of Emei always use their sect secret code to choose one of these two things, and this time they chose swords for the expedition to Guangmingding.

"This……"

Huang Rong seemed a little happy and said sweetly: "Just tell me that Huang Rong, the current head of Emei, is here to pay a visit."

The two Taoists only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the figures of Lin Xuan and Huang Rong seemed to melt into the air and disappeared without a trace.

The Taoist on the right was a little flustered and replied subconsciously.

Later, Zhang Sanfeng, who also reacted, slapped him to death with a backhand.

"Not back yet?"

Seeing the appearance of Lin Xuan and the other two, the Taoist priest on the left was slightly startled and changed his words: "Wudang is a picturesque place. A worthy couple can also take a short tour of other main peaks. It will definitely be a worthwhile trip."

Lin Xuan nodded: "Where is that person now?"

"Back to Head Huang, in fact, a Shaolin monk came here earlier and said the same thing..."

"Let's go take a look."

"Kong Xiang? Oh, that person should indeed call himself 'Kong Xiang'."

"Extermination has passed the position of leader to me. This is the token of the leader of Emei."

A peach blossom and a sword are engraved on it.

"The Shaolin monk is here?"

Then, taking advantage of Zhang Sanfeng's unpreparedness, he hit his lower abdomen with the superimposed power of the Vajra Prajna Palm, causing serious injuries to him.

But now, the level of force in this plane has obviously improved a lot...

The two Taoists were shocked: "We heard that the leader of the Emei Sect is Master Jue. I don't know when..."

The Taoist suddenly realized: "Could it be that the master also came to see the ancestor?"

This black iron token was left behind by the Emei Patriarch in the past.

"Ok?"

Logically speaking, this small trick should be of little use to Zhang Sanfeng.

According to the original plot, Zhao Min indeed sent a master from the Vajra Sect, "Gang Xiang", to go to Wudang disguised as a Shaolin monk, pretending to ask Zhang Sanfeng for help.

"This..., that master calls himself 'Kong Xiang'."

Patriarch Emei did not explain his meaning, and Master Miejie did not dare to speculate on it.

Huang Rong frowned slightly: "Did something happen to the Wudang Sect?"

"What should we do? Just forget it?"

"I don't think the problem is big. These two people are obviously looking for the ancestor. How can anyone in this world hurt him?"

"makes sense……"

The two Taoists discussed for a while, then hid behind the stone, and An Xin became the guard.

For Zhang Sanfeng, the entire Wudang Sect has an almost blind confidence.

***

Wudang Back Mountain

The small courtyard where Zhang Sanfeng retreated and meditated was deep in the mountains behind Wudang.

There are many trees, green shade everywhere, and the sound of bamboo leaves rustling in the wind.

From time to time, there are also the chirping of birds and insects, which is not the kind of silence that ordinary masters pursue during retreat.

On the contrary, there is a sense of letting nature take its course and doing whatever you want.

"Master Kongxing just said that the Shaolin family suffered a catastrophe that has not been seen in thousands of years? Even masters like the monk Kongxing were martyred on the spot?"

In the small courtyard surrounded by dust and fallen leaves, Zhang Sanfeng lowered his head slightly, looked at Kong Xing's head on the table, and sighed softly.

This peerless master who is famous all over the world only has a beard like silver, a tall figure, and a breath that is deep and unrevealing. He looks ordinary.

Wearing only a dirty gray preaching robe, he seemed to be just an old Taoist traveling on the roadside, without any so-called noble demeanor.

Not far away, Yu Daiyan was lying on a soft chair, staring blankly at Kongxing's head with a somewhat sad expression.

"Exactly! The demon sect launched a surprise attack. From the abbot, senior brother Kongwen, down, some of them died fighting in the temple, or were captured because of their strength. Only the young monk escaped desperately." Na Kongxiang knelt on the ground and cried loudly: " Now the demon sect's brigade is coming to Wudang, and the survival and disgrace of the martial arts community in the Central Plains all depends on the hands of Zhenren Zhang."

"Master Kong Xiang, you have really worked hard on this trip."

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment, with a strange look in his eyes, and stretched out his hands to support each other: "Shaolin Wudang is a family, and this revenge must be avenged..."

"Thank you Master Zhang!"

The moment Zhang Sanfeng bent over, Kong Xiang revealed a sinister smile, raised his palms, and slapped Zhang Sanfeng on the lower abdomen.

Kong Xiang gave a sharp shout, exerted all his strength, and used Vajra Prajna Palm, urging the palm power towards him continuously.

"Master, be careful!"

When Yu Daiyan suddenly saw this change, he was stunned and struggled violently in the soft chair for a few times.

The pain lies in being disabled and unable to help.

The two little Taoist boys Qingfeng Mingyue were completely confused and didn't know what to do.

"Don't panic. Although this master's external skills are somewhat impressive, his internal strength is very superficial. This Vajra Prajna Palm is of no use."

"As soon as this master saw me, he had murderous intentions. I was still a little confused, fearing that I would make a mistake in my judgment and blame a good person for nothing."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's old and soft voice sounded: "It turns out that the master is actually a descendant of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions, and he has a bit of the cruel and tyrannical temperament of Huo Gong Tutuo."

"what?"

Gang Xiang turned pale in shock, subconsciously raised his head and looked at his hands.

At some point, a layer of purple gas as thin as cicada wings appeared between his hands and Zhang Sanfeng's body.

There is no rebound of palm force, no battle of energy.

There wasn't even a ripple on Zhang Sanfeng's protective aura.

And once his overbearing Prajna Palm power touches Gang Qi, it disappears without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

"This this……"

Gang Xiang could hardly believe his eyes, and his whole person fell into a sluggish state.

If this old and cunning person discovered his flaw early on, he would strike first and slap himself to death.

Gang Xiang felt that as an assassin, this result was still acceptable.

But I don't care at all, I just stand here and fight...

And the Prajna Palm that I had practiced hard for decades could not even break through the defense.

This hurts your self-esteem too much!

"Master, have you beaten enough?"

Seeing the stunned look on his face, Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "If the master is satisfied, it will be my turn to take action."

"Not yet..."

Gang Xiang was covered in cold sweat, gritting his teeth and using his palms.

"Oh, please, Master."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded: "When the master is well, I can take action again."

"..."

Gang Xiang was sweating profusely and gritted his teeth to persist.

"Zhang Sanfeng deserves to be Zhang Sanfeng!"

At this moment, an extremely peaceful man's voice sounded from heaven to earth.

The next moment, a dark red shadow appeared in front of everyone.

In an instant, the shadow turned from virtual to real, and it was a middle-aged lama wearing a red robe and a solemn appearance.

The lama's eyes are open and closed, and the light appears and disappears. It seems that he can see into the depths of people's souls, and he seems to be able to understand the mysteries of the universe.

"Below the emperor and above one person, the son of Buddha in the West, the master of Emperor Meng Yuan?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the lama and said slowly: "The Dharma Master has been away from the world for decades, and now he comes to Wudang. What advice do you have?"

This sentence is the honorific title given by Kublai Khan to the Eighth Master Ba.

Among them, the "one person" in "one person above" refers to the Meng Yuan Emperor.

This sentence means that the status of this monk has surpassed the imperial power.

This is an unimaginable honor in all dynasties.

"Since Master Zhang already knows this, why does he ask this question for no reason?"

Ba Shiba stretched out his hand to hold flowers, his eyes flashed with light.

Sanskrit singing sounded from nowhere, and the world suddenly changed!

The snow-white brilliance was like thunder from the sky, making the entire mountain look white.

The surrounding rocks, vegetation, and trees continued to crack and turn into powder silently.

This is the Eight Masters using all their strength to release their spirit, reaching the level where spirit interferes with matter.

"Change the sky and strike the earth, reincarnate for hundreds of lives? Does the Dharma Master intend to test the xinxing of the old Taoist?"

Feeling that the objects in front of him disappeared rapidly, Zhang Sanfeng felt something in his heart and lowered his head to glance at Gang Xiang.

"We have reached the supreme realm in the world, and everything is a passing thing. If we want to go further, we can only fight against each other."

At the moment when the dense purple air surged, Eighth Master Ba also raised his cassock.

The two qi energies collided in the air and dissipated from each other.

"Forget it, let him go..."

The next moment, the bodies of Zhang Sanfeng and Bashiba stopped at the same time.

As if in samadhi, breathing becomes vague and non-existent.

Strictly speaking, the method of transforming the sky and striking the earth does not belong to martial arts.

Rather, Tantra is a magical method based on spiritual confrontation.

It can detect and confuse the opponent's thoughts, make the opponent reveal the secrets deep in his heart, and forcibly guide the opponent through the spiritual mysticism of hundreds of reincarnations.

The dangerous part is a hundred times more dangerous than fighting with real swords and guns.

Even with Zhang Sanfeng's level of cultivation, he still needs to go all out.

(End of this chapter)