Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

He is one of those powerful warriors who comes with his own BGM and is known as the God of War like Yan Nantian.

No one dared to ignore these words when they were spoken.

"Amitabha! This old monk..."

"Shut up!"

Soon after Qiao Feng finished speaking, an old monk from the Shaolin sect was about to speak.

However, before the other party could stand up, he was interrupted by Yang Zhao's angry shout, and his powerful aura pressed him down like a mountain, making him unable to move at all.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao was not afraid and asked, "Where are Mr. and Mrs. Tan?"

In the crowd, Mr. and Mrs. Tan were a little nervous, but still walked forward courageously.

Yang Zhao nodded to the two of them, then turned to everyone and said, "Everyone, I think many people know that ten days ago, many survivors in Xiamei Ancient Town, led by Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tan, went to my and Princess Nankang's mansion for help."

"Today, Yang dares to make a suggestion. This matter is of great importance. Only those who are upright and just are not allowed to speak without authorization. Especially for the Shaolin Sect, which is covered in black and cannot escape responsibility, anyone who makes trouble without asking questions will be punished by the court and the martial arts world!"

Zhao Shirong glanced at Wuqing and Zhu Xiawu beside him, then stood up and said, "On behalf of the court, this princess agrees!"

Wudang people: "Agree!"

Kunlun people: "Agree!"

Emei...

After a short while, Yang Zhao's proposal was passed and there was a chorus of approval.

Only some high-ranking officials of Shaolin, Beggars' Sect, Murong Fu and others had blue and black faces and were very angry.

However, Yang Zhao doesn't care about what these people think.

The purpose of this scene is to drag Shaolin, Beggars' Sect, Murong family and others into the water, and the best is yet to come.

Yang Zhao sneered in his heart and continued, "In this case, I suggest that the next matter be handled by the merciless constable of the Divine Marquis Mansion. What do you think?"

The title of Zhuge Xiaohua, the Six-Five Divine Marquis, is still very useful.

Ever since the four famous detectives of the older generation retired one after another, Zhuge Xiaohua was conferred the title of Six-Five Divine Marquis, and he has enjoyed a very good reputation both in the court and in the martial arts world.

Everyone present had a high degree of trust in the new generation of the Four Famous Detectives.

Chapter 67: Overwhelming the Shaolin Clan

Xingzilin, Beggars' Gang meeting.

As countless people watched, the wheelchair under Wuqing was floating, which was very magical and amazing.

However, people were more concerned about Wuqing's next words.

Wuqing was straightforward and said, "Thank you, Master Yang, and all the fellow martial artists for your trust. I will not waste any more words and will get straight to the point."

"Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tan, is what you said about the leader in Wuyi Mountain true?"

Mr. Tan held Mrs. Tan's hand and said firmly, "Everything my husband and I said is true. There is no falsehood."

After saying this, Mr. Tan took out the letters left by Zhao Qiansun from his arms and let everyone present read them one by one.

Yang Zhao, Zhao Shirong and others had already seen it.

The letter was first read by Wuqing, Zhu Xiawu and other people in the court, and then circulated to the people of Shaolin, Wudang and other prestigious places present.

After two full cups of tea.

The letter returned to Wuqing's hands again.

Wuqing's face was solemn, and he said, "Everyone, I believe you have read the contents of the letter. What do you think of the contents of this letter and whether it is true or false?"

A Taoist priest from Wudang stood up and said, "I once knew Zhao Qiansun and am familiar with his handwriting. This letter is genuine."

Someone from the Datong Chamber of Commerce stood up and said, "We have checked all the pawnshops, banks, restaurants, etc. in the Taihang Mountains and found books written by Zhao Qiansun himself. We believe that the handwriting of this letter is authentic."

Wow.

Celebrities and evidences appeared one after another, causing an uproar in the entire Xingzilin.

If it was just a rumor before.

Now it seems that what Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tan said has almost been completely confirmed.

At this moment, a Shaolin monk shouted again: "It's just a letter, how can you trust it? There are countless people in the world who forge letters. Shaolin has a thousand-year-old reputation..."

boom!

The Shaolin monk was speaking passionately when he was hit by a sudden punch.

In an instant, the Shaolin monk among the crowd spurted blood five feet high and fell to the ground on the spot.

After the monk lay down, Yang Zhao stood up and walked step by step towards where the Shaolin people were.

Along with the sound of Yang Zhao's footsteps, a vast and boundless aura, like the sun patrolling the sky or a sacred mountain rising from the ground, filled the entire apricot forest.

Bright, hot, grand and majestic.

In the face of this momentum, anyone with a guilty conscience did not dare to look directly at Yang Zhao and lowered their heads.

When he reached the front of the Shaolin people, Yang Zhao stopped and said in a cold voice: "I have said before that anyone who speaks without asking or without evidence will be killed. Do you think Yang does not exist?"

Under everyone's eyes.

Every word Yang Zhao uttered seemed to become a mountain, weighing down the Shaolin people so much that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Even though there were great masters among the Shaolin people, after meeting Yang Zhao, they were like chicks under the gaze of a phoenix and had no power to resist at all.

"Amitabha!"

Just as the Shaolin people were about to be defeated on the spot, a free and unrestrained Buddhist chant was heard from outside the apricot forest.

The Buddhist music is light, but it seems to carry infinite magic, which makes people feel relaxed and peaceful.

at the same time.

I saw an unruly monk with a yellow gourd hanging on his waist. He took two steps at a time and crossed a distance of more than a thousand meters. Without anyone noticing, he arrived in the center of the crowd.

The appearance of the unruly monk instantly relieved the pressure on everyone in Shaolin.

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, and sensed a very familiar energy from this unruly monk.

The Nine Yang Magic Art, it turns out that it was from the legendary Drunken Monk.

The Drunken Monk was obviously already a celestial being. He looked at Yang Zhao with great admiration and said, "My dear friend, you have good looks, talent, and cultivation. I just don't know why you are targeting my Shaolin youth?"

The Drunken Monk looked to be no more than 40 or 50 years old.

However, the Shaolin people were on average over 60 or 70 years old.

These words made everyone feel strange and they began to speculate wildly about the identity of the Drunken Monk.

Yang Zhao didn't care and chuckled, "Master, the incident of Tianzheng and Xuancheng in the Jiang Mansion happened not long ago. Your temple won't have forgotten it, right?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in Shaolin was furious.

The Drunken Monk also frowned and said, "My dear friend, the matter of Jiang Mansion was the fault of Junior Brother Tianzheng. The three of them also paid a price for it. We, Shaolin, have no intention of being an enemy of you. Why are you so aggressive?"

Yang Zhao laughed contemptuously and said, "Master, monks do not tell lies. Do you believe what you said? I'm afraid your abbot curses me eight hundred times in his heart when he is chanting in the temple, right?"

"I beg you, a bunch of unproductive, filthy monks, to behave like human beings!"

"You don't think that all of you fellow monks here really don't know what you monks are like in private, do you? You are so high-sounding and say one thing and do another, but no one dares to lift the lid!"

In an instant, the entire apricot forest fell into deathly silence.

No one expected that Yang Zhao would be so brave and so outspoken.

There is a reason why no one has dared to say anything about Shaolin monks for thousands of years.

Everyone in Shaolin was almost furious, even the drunken monk had a dark face.

After a pause, the Drunken Monk turned cold and asked, "What do you want?"

Yang Zhao laughed and said, "Why are you so angry? Can't you bear to hear the truth from others? Or do you have to be a whore and still want to be a saint?"

A Dharma image loomed behind the Drunken Monk and said, "You passed!"

Yang Zhao said provocatively, "Fuck you! Before the meeting started, didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to speak without permission until the guilt of the Shaolin people is cleared?"

"Do you think I'm joking with you bunch of bald asses?"

The words fell.

Yang Zhao had already taken action before the Drunken Monk. A long spear with true energy condensed into shape, carrying with it boundless force, and transformed into streaks of cold light, which blasted towards the Drunken Monk to kill him.

Exploring the sea, facing the sky, moving mountains, covering the ground, dripping water, riding a dragon.

The secret of the Yang family's spearmanship, the Six Pear Blossom Styles.

Each move was incredibly powerful and earth-shaking, impacting the raging void like a volcanic eruption.

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

"Nine Suns, show up!"

Yang Zhao is so fierce that he can be said to be invincible in the same realm and can be defeated in adversity.

Even though the Drunken Monk was a powerful being at the Heavenly Man Realm, he suddenly looked extremely embarrassed under Yang Zhao's attack, where each of his moves was a powerful one.

When he got anxious, the Drunken Monk actually displayed his Nine Yang Dharma Form.

Unfortunately, as soon as the Nine Yang Dharma Image appeared, it was shattered by Yang Zhao's boundless explosive force of the gun.

Not only the martial artists present couldn't believe it.

Even the Drunken Monk himself began to doubt his life at this moment.

Junior, where are your manners? .

Chapter 68: Fighting the Drunken Monk

On a huge platform, two figures were flying and intertwining, and boundless energy filled the surroundings.

Yang Zhao's strength and ferocity surprised everyone present.

In the martial arts world, there is a common sense that the higher the level of cultivation and the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to fight against adversity, and it is even impossible to kill people of the same level.

For example, in the acquired and innate realms, there are often geniuses in the world who defeat enemies across levels.

After reaching the Grandmaster level, it is rare to hear of anyone being able to defeat a great Grandmaster.

As for the great masters who defeat the powerful celestial beings.

Even in the entire Jiuzhou, from the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty to the present, there have been almost no cases, and one hand cannot count them all.

But now Yang Zhao is obviously the type who can go against the gods and gain the upper hand.

The platform of Xingzilin is neither big nor small, but it is several hundred square meters.

If people were allowed to start fighting.

Not to mention the battle between gods and men, even a battle between grandmasters can turn it into ruins in a very short time.

However, at this moment, Yang Zhao and the Drunken Monk had obviously restrained their dissipated energy.

Boundless energy and strange visions manifest in just a small space.

The Nine Yang Dharma Image of the Drunken Monk is extremely powerful, possessing the meaning of extreme yang, heat, and strength. After unfolding the Dharma Image, there is a faint sense of energy burning the void with every move he makes, and when the energy falls on the ground, it leaves a series of charred burn marks.

In just the blink of an eye, more than ten of the 72 Shaolin unique skills were displayed in his hands.

Thousand-leaf Tathagata Hand, powerful Vajra Palm.

All kinds of extremely common Shaolin skills bloom like a kaleidoscope, dazzling the eyes.

Unfortunately.

The attack of this drunken monk seemed extremely complicated and fierce, but it was of little use to Yang Zhao.

In Yang Zhao's hands, there are only six moves back and forth, the Six Pear Blossom Styles.

However, it is precisely these six simple shooting techniques that give people the feeling of being able to defeat all enemies with one shot.

Not to mention the moves in the hands of the Drunken Monk, even the occasional fiery energy that dissipated around would be shattered to pieces when facing the power of Yang Zhao's spear.