Kong Wen had always been expressionless.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, his face turned ashen.
There was a long silence.
He used his right hand as a knife and placed it on the pinky of his left hand.
His pinky was broken.
"I will do as I say."
"Are you satisfied, Almsgiver Song?"
Kong Wen looked at Song Qingshu with a dignified expression.
Although he used his reputation to guarantee that if Xuan Ci and the other two did anything evil after entering Shaolin Temple, he would die an unnatural death.
However…
Xuan Ci did not do evil, but connived at Second Mother Ye's evil deeds.
He did not break his oath.
He was worried that if word got out, it might affect Shaolin Temple's reputation, so he gave Song Qingshu an explanation.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered.
He cut off his little finger to give Song Qingshu face.
"I'm satisfied."
Song Qingshu saw Kong Wen cut off his own thumb and the wound was dripping with blood, but his expression remained unchanged as he talked to him.
He could not help but take two steps back, trembling with fear.
"No wonder Kong Wen became the abbot of Shaolin Temple.”
The heroes were also shocked by Kong Wen's boldness.
Although Kong Wen did not specialize in Dragon Claw Hand, cutting off his little finger would still affect his strength.
“……”
Zhao Changsheng was speechless when he saw Song Qingshu give up.
Who was the abbot of Shaolin Temple?
So what if he cut off his pinky?
How could he give up such a good opportunity?
Zhao Changsheng was disgusted by this kind of attitude.
If it was him.
Kong Wen would not let go until he crippled both of his hands.
Could the abbot of Shaolin Temple be superior to others?
If you don't get rid of the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze.
Song Qingshu had already offended Kong Wen, so what was the difference between a little more and a little less?
"Still young…"
Zhao Changsheng shook his head. He was ready to give Song Qingshu some devil training when he got back.
Zhang Sanfeng gestured for Song Qingshu to go back. He looked at Kong Wen and replied,"
"Alright."
"Let's have three matches, two wins out of three.”
If Wudang was defeated…
In the future, whoever attacked Shaolin Temple with the excuse that Monk Bujie and Zen Master Tianjue were on the Godslayer Roll would have to go through Wudang first. Otherwise, Wudang would be going back on their word.
However…
Wudang was the first to start this war.
No matter what, he couldn't be afraid of battle.
It was for the sake of the grudge between him and Shaolin Temple, as well as for the face of the Wudang Sect.
Kong Wen stopped his injuries and said confidently,"
"You are a guest."
"For the first round, Shaolin will send out the candidates first.”
"I'll have to trouble Martial Uncle to help."
Kong Wen looked at an old monk on the right.
There was a saying in Jianghu:
The martial arts of the world come from Shaolin.
Shaolin had four divine arts, seventy-two ultimate skills, and several other martial arts.
For a thousand years.
All the cultivation techniques were new.
From the original Yellow Grade or Black Grade cultivation techniques, it had become the current Earth Grade and Heaven Grade cultivation techniques.
The four great divine techniques had also reached the mid-grade of the Heaven Realm.
This competition.
Shaolin wanted to show off its style and momentum to arouse the respect of the people in Jianghu for Shaolin again.
As soon as he finished speaking.
A gray-robed monk walked out from the Shaolin camp.
The monk was about sixty years old. His hair was silver and his face was full of wrinkles.
His body was a little burly, but it did not hide his elegance.
"Duhui? He's still alive?"
"When the Duhui was young, he was a genius on par with Lu Dongbin. After a few decades, he might have already broken through to the Land Immortal Realm and lived for 300 years.!”
"That's right. Even if he hasn't broken through to the Earth Immortal realm, he should be a perfected martial grandmaster with a lifespan of 150 years!”
"Other than Perfected Zhang, there seems to be no one in the WuTang Sect who can deal with the Duhui.!”
……
Everyone recognized the old monk.
Chunyang Zixu, dressed in jade white.
Pure Yang referred to Lu Dongbin, the founder of the Pure Yang Palace.
Zixu pointed to the guest minister of Ten Thousand Flower Valley, Taoist Zixu.
Cuiyu was referring to the Tang Sect's Old Madam, Liang Cuiyu.
The white-robed man was referring to the Duhui of the Shaolin monks.
Each of them was a stunning genius who was unrivaled in their generation.
Shaolin paid the most attention to the foundation.
The more profound the cultivation technique, the higher the comprehension of the Buddhist Dharma.
Therefore, he had no choice.
Although there were many Shaolin disciples, there were very few who had made a name for themselves when they were young.
Most people became famous in their middle age.
Duhui was not one of them.
He was both a genius and a martial arts fanatic.
At the age of twenty-six, he broke through to the martial grandmaster realm, cleared the wooden puppet alley, and went down the mountain to train.
Soon, he became known as the Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty.
Then, he went to challenge Liang Cuiyu of the Four Heroes and was defeated by her.
From then on, he calmed down and returned to Shaolin to cultivate.
Decades passed.
No one knew what level Duhui's cultivation had reached.
Duhui appeared.
It was both reasonable and unexpected.
Many people thought that the Crossing Association would be in charge of the third round of the competition. They didn't expect that they would take action in the first round.
"Duhui?"
Zhang Sanfeng was also a little surprised.
He turned around and observed the Wudang experts.
Other than him, there was no one else who could deal with the Duhui.
With his status, it was not suitable for him to be the first to appear. He could only be the finale and be responsible for the third round of the competition.
"Changsheng, what do you think?"
Zhang Sanfeng sent a telepathic message to Zhao Changsheng.
"What can I think?"
Zhao Changsheng thought to himself. He thought for a moment and decided not to use his secret technique to check Duhui's strength. He didn't want to alert the enemy.
He did not want to show off, nor did he want Wudang to lose.
Thinking for a moment, he was worried about offending others, so he signaled Zhang Sanfeng with his eyes and recommended Priest Mu to fight.
There was a stage for a grandmaster to break through to the great grandmaster realm.
It was another hurdle for a martial grandmaster to break through to become a Land Deity.
Tie Qi, Yin Ping, Perfected Sanjiu, and Perfected Zi Yang were all at the peak of the Great Grandmaster Realm, but they had yet to break through to the Land Immortal Realm.
Only Priest Mu was an early-stage earth immortal.
Of course.
Priest Mu was only a middle-stage great grandmaster on the surface, neither high nor low among all the elders.
Priest Mu?!"
Zhang Sanfeng frowned, not knowing why Zhao Changsheng would recommend Priest Mu.
But he had no other choice.
"Junior Brother Mu, you should attack."
Zhang Sanfeng said resolutely, leaving Priest Mu no room for negotiation.
"Me?"
Priest Mu suspected that he had misheard.
On the surface, his cultivation was not as good as the Iron Cavalry, Silver Bottle, and the others. Why would Zhang Sanfeng let him attack?
As an elder of Wudang Sect, he did not wish for Wudang Sect to be defeated.
However, he did not want to expose his true strength.
What should he do?
Priest Mu frowned and walked to the opposite side of the ferry.
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