Other than Emei Sect, these people went up the mountain together. They did not hesitate to fight in order to force out the whereabouts of Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun.?
However, the Wudang Sect was so famous that no one dared to make enemies with them alone.
If hundreds of people rushed up, then there would naturally be nothing to worry about.
However, no one wanted to step forward and make the first move.
Everyone looked at each other and was in a deadlock for a moment.
However, since these people had chosen to come today, it was impossible for them to start with a strong start but end with a weak finish.
As expected, Xi Huazi of the Kunlun Sect stood up and said loudly,""Young Hero Song, you don't have to say it out loud. We are honest people who do not do things in the dark, so let's be frank. This time, we went up the mountain, firstly, to congratulate Perfected Zhang on his birthday, and secondly, to inquire about the whereabouts of that evil thief Xie Xun.”
"That's right. Swordsman Zhang Five, please tell me the whereabouts of that evil thief Xie Xun.”
"That's right. Don't tell me that the mighty WuTang Sect still has to hide evil?”
"It can't be that the rumors are true, right? The WuTang Sect wants to keep the Dragon Slaying Saber for themselves, right?”
"Yes, yes."
……
With the leader of the group, the morale of the crowd rose. They clamored for Wudang Sect to hand over the whereabouts of Xie Xun.?
When Song Qingshu saw that it was Xi Huazi, that idiot, again, he couldn't help but feel angry. He was about to teach this guy a lesson.
Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from afar. He knew that someone was coming and could only stop.
In his heart, he thought that this group of bald donkeys had still come and had given up.
At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, Amitabha!”
This Buddhist proclamation was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears, clear and bright.
It seemed to come from afar, but it also sounded like it came from beside him.
Zhang Sanfeng was about to stand up when he suddenly remembered that he had already handed over today's matters to Song Qingshu.
Then, he sat back down, motionless like a statue.
When Song Qingshu saw this, he couldn't help but secretly laugh. As expected of a grandmaster of a generation, his acting was really good.
" So it's Shaolin's Master Kong Wen," Song Qingshu said with a smile." Mingyue, Qingfeng, hurry up and welcome him."”
Song Qingshu once again infused his powerful internal energy with this sentence, directly covering the commotion caused by Shaolin Abbot Kong Wen.
Trying to steal the limelight?
No way!
The voice outside the door paused for a moment, clearly shocked by Song Qingshu's powerful internal energy. After two breaths, he continued,"Kong Wen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and his junior brothers Kong Zhi, Kong Xing, and his disciples wish Perfected Zhang a long and happy life.”
Eternal Joy?
He probably couldn't wait for Zhang Sanfeng to die early.
Song Qingshu pursed his lips.
Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Song Yuanqiao, and the others looked at each other and saw the seriousness on each other's faces.
Now that Shaolin Temple had joined in, it seemed that today's matter would not be settled peacefully.
Song Yuanqiao led a few junior brothers to welcome them. Three Shaolin divine monks led eighteen monks and slowly walked to the front of the Purple Cloud Palace.
Master Kong Wen's white eyebrows drooped down to his eyes, like a long-browed arhat.
Master Kong Xing had a majestic body and a mighty appearance.
Master Kong Zhi had a bitter look on his face, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
When the bystanders saw the faces of these people, they could not help but sigh. They were indeed benevolent.
Song Qingshu was different. Although these three people couldn't be called bad people, they were far from being called divine monks.
These three old bald donkeys were on a completely different level compared to the deceased Kong Jian, whether it was in terms of martial arts or temperament.
After greeting Song Yuanqiao, the divine monk Kong Wen entered the Purple Cloud Palace to pay his respects to Perfected Zhang before exchanging pleasantries with the others.
Everyone sat down again, and Song Yuanqiao instructed his disciples to serve tea.
She had only drunk a cup of tea.
"Perfected Zhang, this poor monk is your junior in terms of age and generation. Today is your 100th birthday, so we shouldn't have mentioned anything else. However, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, I have a few words to say to you frankly. Please don't take offense, Immortal Zhang.”
"Hmph, you still want to be a whore. You don't have any bearing at all!"
Song Qingshu pursed his lips. This was the kind of person he hated the most.
Since he knew it wasn't the time to talk, why not change the time?
Did he have to say it now?
Zhang Sanfeng was the number one martial artist after all, so he didn't mind. He smiled and pointed at Zhang Cuishan."Three eminent monks, are you here for my fifth disciple, Cui Shan?”
Zhang Cuishan stood up when he heard his master mention his name.
"That's right," Kong Wen said."We have two things to ask Swordsman Zhang the Five.”
"First, Swordsman Zhang the Five killed seventy-one of the Shaolin Temple's layman disciples in the Dragon Gate Escort. Then, he killed six Shaolin monks. How should he end the lives of these seventy-seven people?”
"The second thing is that my senior brother, Master Kong Jian, has been merciful and virtuous all his life. However, he was killed by Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun. I heard that Swordsman Zhang Five knows the whereabouts of Xie Xun, so I hope Swordsman Zhang Five can give me some information.”
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