"Little Junior Brother!"
Yu Daiyan had just recovered and killed Du E.
? Seeing Zhao Changsheng unconscious, he panicked and worried.
Zhang Songxi seemed to have understood something, but he did not tell the others the truth. He did not want the others to be too bad at acting and let the people in the martial arts world see that something was wrong.
"Changsheng…"
Zhang Sanfeng had been paying attention to the battle.
Zhao Changsheng was unconscious.
Thinking about how Zhao Changsheng was only at the peak of Zongshi realm and didn't like to kill, he regretted sending Zhao Changsheng out.
He quickly went to the center of the square and fed Zhao Changsheng the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill.
In an instant, the battle ended.
Everyone was boiling.
"The Vajra Demon Subduing Ring broke? He had died from the tribulation?”
"The True Martial Seven Severing Formation lives up to its reputation! Song Yuanqiao and the rest did not have the right time or geographical location, but they could endure a few hundred moves from Du Ai and the others. It could be seen how powerful the True Martial Seven Fragmented Formation was!”
"Weren't both sides evenly matched a moment ago?! How could Wudang suddenly break the formation and even use this opportunity to kill the three of them?!”
"Among the Wudang Seven Heroes, who has thought of a way to break the formation?!”
"Zhao Changsheng is the weakest among them. The three of them deliberately targeted Zhao Changsheng. Yu Daiyan and the others must have been forced to kill them in a moment of desperation!”
"That's right. Swords and swords have no eyes. You can't blame others!”
……
Everyone stood on Wudang's side and found a good reason for Song Yuanqiao and the others to kill Du Ai and the other two.
"It's me."
? Zhang Songxi nodded in agreement to Zhao Changsheng's instructions.
As soon as he said that.
There was an uproar.
Everyone was full of praise for Zhang Songxi.
Zhang Sanfeng's heart was as clear as a mirror.
He knew Zhang Songxi's ability.
Even he did not know the flaw of the Vajra Demon Subduing Ring.
Would Zhang Songxi know?
This was definitely Zhao Changsheng's doing.
" Uncle-Master!!!"
Seeing that Du E and the other two had lost their breath.
All the monks were so angry that their eyes were about to pop out as they let out a shrill cry.
Kong Wen was stunned on the spot.
This match had once again exceeded his expectations.
Du E and the others were actually not a match for Song Yuanqiao and the others?
This was abnormal!
Swords had no eyes.
He didn't want to be calculative, so as not to make Shaolin seem ungracious.
"Master…"
Zhao Changsheng woke up after consuming the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill.
"Changsheng, it's good that you're fine."
Zhang Sanfeng checked Zhao Changsheng's pulse and found no serious injuries. Relieved, he comforted him,"
"In the third battle, Master will personally take action to avenge you.”
Du E and the other two deliberately targeted Zhao Changsheng, which made him even angrier.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Zhang Sanfeng slowly got up and asked Song Yuanqiao and the others to take care of Zhao Changsheng before he strode into the arena.
The candidates for the third round of Wudang's competition were like an open card.
He was not playing tricks.
"If Buddha doesn't save me, I'll kill Buddha myself!"
"With a sword in hand, how many Shaolin skulls are there?”
Zhang Sanfeng recalled his experiences over the years, and the killing intent and fighting spirit in his heart reached its peak.
In the past.
He defeated He Zu Dao and saved Shaolin Temple's face, but was expelled from Shaolin Temple.
His master had died to save him.
All sorts of things.
The True Martial Sword was unsheathed and pointed in the direction of Shaolin Temple.
"Perfected Zhang is really angry!"
"Who in Shaolin can deal with Perfected Zhang?!”
Everyone's eyes were glued to the battle, filled with anticipation.
How many land immortals were there in the martial world?
Many people went up the mountain just to see Zhang Sanfeng fight.
In the Shaolin camp.
Kong Wen's expression was gloomy. He looked at the young monk in the crowd and nodded slightly.
This was Shaolin's territory.
If they lost the third battle again.
Even if there was a way to remedy it, it would also lower Shaolin's reputation and affect his position as the abbot.
He had just become the abbot of Shaolin Temple and did not want to abdicate.
As everyone spoke.
A loud song suddenly sounded in the arena.
Just sweep the fallen leaves, participate in Zen can get the opportunity.
At the gate of the mountain to welcome guests, deep bell for thirty years.
Everyone looked up.
A young monk walked out of the Shaolin camp.
Under the sunlight.
The monk was dressed in white socks and was spotless. He looked like a banished immortal. Even the smile on his face was otherworldly.
His expression was gentle and elegant, making people feel ashamed of themselves.
The monk gently waved his sleeves.
Time seemed to flow backwards.
The fallen leaves on the ground returned to the trees, turning from yellow to green.
When Zhang Sanfeng saw this scene, he narrowed his eyes and said solemnly,
"Who are you?"
He had some understanding of Shaolin Temple, but he did not know of its existence.
"I'm going to perform the Dharma incantation."
The monk raised his head and met Zhang Sanfeng's gaze. He smiled gently and slowly said his name.
"Transcendence? He's an eminent monk of the Du generation?"
"Why is he so young to undergo transcendence? Could it be that he has returned to his youth?"
"The Dufa must be a land immortal!"
"That's right. With that move, you're already qualified to be Perfected Zhang's opponent!”
……
Everyone discussed animatedly, all of them shocked by the transcendence technique.
If the transcendence technique could restore one's youth, one's strength must be unfathomable.
Everyone thought that Zhang Sanfeng would win.
When he saw the method of transcendence, his heart was filled with uncertainty.
In the Shaolin camp.
Many old monks were also in an uproar.
Decades ago.
Dufa and the Shaolin monks debated the scriptures, and all the monks were convinced.
Then, he disappeared.
Unexpectedly.
Decades passed.
At that time, most of the eminent monks who debated the scriptures had already died.
The transcendence was even younger.
All the monks could not help but look forward to this battle. They hoped that Du Fa could defeat Zhang Sanfeng and preserve the face of Shaolin Temple.
Song Yuanqiao and the others helped Zhao Changsheng into the tent and let him rest.
" The 'Unaging Monk' transcends the Dharma?!"
Zhao Changsheng knew about the transcendence.
Du Fa had cultivated in Shaolin Temple since he was young. His talent surpassed Du Hui's, but he was not as rash as Du Hui.
At the age of thirty-six, he had finished cultivating all the elementary martial arts of Shaolin Temple and was qualified to enter the Sutra Library.
At this moment.
Most of the disciples of the Du generation had cultivated high-level martial arts for many years.
Those who improved quickly had already mastered a high-level martial art and were famous in Jianghu.
Du Fa didn't compete with his fellow disciples, he only focused on studying Buddhism.
In just four years, he had read all the scriptures in the Sutra Library.
When he practiced martial arts.
He supplemented all his martial arts techniques with the corresponding Buddhist classics, and he advanced at a rapid pace. He successively mastered the Four Great Dharma Divine Arts, such as the Boy Technique, the Tendon Changing Classic, the Marrow Cleansing Classic, and the Golden Bell Shield.
After the cultivation technique was perfected, one would return to their youth.
Of course.
At this time, the Art Dufa was unknown, and he hadn't obtained the title of 'Unaging Monk'.
"Senior Brother, you don't have to worry about me."
Zhao Changsheng could tell what Song Yuanqiao and the others were thinking. He knew that they wanted to go out and watch the battle.
"Alright."
? Song Yuanqiao and the others declined and left the tent when they saw Zhao Changsheng's firm attitude.
"If Master is truly angry, he will definitely die!”
"At that time, Shaolin will definitely go back on their word and find someone to disguise themselves as Monk Bujie and Zen Master Tianjue so that they can fake their deaths and escape.”
"Even if someone can see it, Shaolin doesn't have to admit it.”
"This way, we can fulfill our promise and minimize the impact of our defeat. We can also maintain Shaolin's teachings.”
Zhao Changsheng knew how shameless the Shaolin Temple was, so he could imagine what they were capable of.
He had no choice.
Shaolin had strength, and strength was confidence.
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