Seeing that Chen Feng was silent, Zhang Qing quickly continued,"Priest Chen, I'm here on orders. As for this matter, if it was in the past, it would not be a big deal…However, for some reason, the Boa Ever since this year, the new Khan of the Mongol Empire had succeeded to the throne, and their attacks on the Great Song had become even more intense.”
"Two months ago, the Mongolians began to gather their forces! Our Wudang Mountain has heard that Mongolia is preparing to gather 200,000 troops to launch a decisive battle against the Central Plains. If they successfully entered the city, then the millions of people in the Central Plains would be plunged into misery!”
"It is also for this reason that my grandmaster held the Heavenly Grand Ritual. He used his hundredth birthday as an excuse to recruit heroes and the six great sects. In fact, it was to fight against the Mongolian cavaliers together!”
Hearing this, Chen Feng understood.
It turned out that the people from Wudang Sect had come to look for him to hold the Martial Arts Circle Convention.
However, what was the point of looking for him?
Chen Feng knew very well that his Clear Breeze Temple was so low. Moreover, he had only competed with Shaolin Temple once before, so not many people knew him.
But why would Zhang Sanfeng look for him?
However, how would Chen Feng know!
In fact, ever since he challenged Shaolin Temple, his name had begun to spread in the Central Plains.
He didn't think much of it, but all the Dao sects in the world were surprised!
An eighteen-year-old young Taoist priest could actually monopolize the thirty-six rooms of the Southern Shaolin Temple by himself. Moreover, he won in a round-robin battle?
Not only that, but he had also defeated the Shaolin elders of the Xuan generation!
It was not an exaggeration to say that Chen Feng's strength had definitely reached the first-rate level!
One had to know that he was a first-rate expert!
In today's martial arts world, to reach such strength, one would need to cultivate for decades. Even so, there were very few top-notch experts in the Chinese server.
However, how old was Chen Feng?
So, how could he not be surprised?
However, the premise of all this was that these rumors were true.
Therefore, after hearing what the disciples said, Zhang Sanfeng sent people to Shaoshi Mountain to look for Chen Feng.
If Chen Feng's strength was real, then he would definitely be a part of the fight against Mongolia!
Now, let's talk about Zhang Qing.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said,"I've already delivered the message... I wonder if Taoist Priest Chen..."
From his words, Zhang Qing did not seem to believe Chen Feng's rumors.
After all, from his perspective, Chen Feng did not seem to be as old as him. Moreover, he didn't look like a first-rate expert.
Therefore, he would not say anything else.
The Heavenly Grand Ritual was about to begin, so he had to hurry back to Wudang Mountain. However, at this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
"Senior Brother…We're back!"
Immediately, Zhang Qing turned around and realized that his two junior brothers had returned.
So, they had already gone to Shaolin Temple?
Thinking of this, Zhang Qing quickly said,"How is it? What was the attitude of the Southern Shaolin Temple? Would they participate in the Heavenly Grand Ritual?”
Zhang Qing was very excited as he spoke.
One had to know that the Shaolin Temple was also a big shot in the martial arts world. They had to go!
As for what Southern Shaolin was?
In fact, in this world, Shaolin Monasteries were divided into two types, known as the Northern and Southern Shaolin Monasteries.
The so-called Northern Shaolin was in the Song Mountain area near Wudang Mountain. And the Southern Shaolin Temple was in this branch of Shaoshi Mountain…
Therefore, if the Southern Shaolin Temple were to participate in the Heavenly Grand Ritual, then Wudang would be able to gather all the heroes in the world to fight against Mongolia together.
However, before Zhang Qing could finish speaking, he sensed that something was wrong.
What was going on?
Why did his two junior brothers look as if their father had died?
Moreover, when they looked behind him, there was a faint sense of shock and fear!
What were they afraid of?
Chen Feng…!
At this moment, Zhang Qing had a strange guess in his heart. Then, he quickly asked,"What exactly happened?" Could it be that the Southern Shaolin Temple did not plan to participate in the Heavenly Grand Ritual?”
"Yes…"
Hearing this, the two Taoist priests nodded. Then, after the two of them looked at each other, one of them swallowed his saliva and said,"It's like this. We went to Shaolin Temple today. However, some major changes seemed to have happened in Shaolin these days.”
"Their temple seems to have encountered a great disaster and is recuperating. As for the death of an elder from the Xuan generation…Abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xuan Ci has also been crippled…"
[What?]
Zhang Qing's expression changed when he heard this.
What was going on?
The Southern Shaolin Temple was the leader of the martial arts world. Who could be so arrogant in the Shaolin Temple?
However, before he could ask, he heard another Taoist priest say,"The abbot of Shaolin Temple said... As long as Priest Chen went to Shaoshi Mountain, it would be enough for him to participate in the Heavenly Grand Ritual.”
Chen Dao... Chen Feng?
At this moment, Zhang Qing's eyes widened!
Then, he immediately looked at Chen Feng with an incredulous gaze!
What was going on?
From the words of his two junior brothers, it seemed that Shaolin Temple was really in trouble. Then, he suddenly remembered what the old farmer had said this morning.
If the Shaolin Temple did not save him, Chen Feng would go straight to their doorstep and force the Shaolin Temple to compromise!
Not only did he defeat the 36 Houses of Shaolin Temple, but he also killed Elder Xuandu with one palm!
Even the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, had lost an arm!
Under such circumstances, Shaolin Temple was willing to compromise!
Originally, he thought that these were all rumors spread by the villagers. However, he knew very well that his two junior brothers would never lie to him. Moreover, there was no need for that.
If that was the case, then everything was real?
Chen Feng was an eighteen-year-old Daoist priest. Did he really have such terrifying strength?
Fighting Shaolin alone with the strength of a single person!
Killing an elder of the Xuan generation with one palm and crippling the abbot of Shaolin Temple?
This was simply a f * cking fantasy!
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