People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

Bao Xiruo glanced at him: "Go back and tell the prince for me, I, I'm sorry for him."

Hou Tonghai's mind was really not bright, and he turned around and was about to go back to complete the "Princess"'s instructions.

He was pulled by the servants.

I really have to go back and tell everyone that they must not be chopped up by the angry prince.

Hou Tonghai scratched the three sarcomas: "Princess, come back with me."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being careless."

Bao Xiruo quickly stopped in front of Yang Tiexin: "No, I won't leave."

"Sir, hurry up, this man has innate cultivation despite his ugly appearance."

Yang Tiexin took Bao Xiruo's hand: "Let's go together if we want to go."

"You're here and want to leave?"

At this time, an extremely burly fan monk in a big red robe and a golden pointed hat came out:

"Come as soon as you say, leave as soon as you say, what is my face?"

Zhang Wuwei slapped his nose: "Who is farting here?"

Fanseng Master Lingzhi took a step forward and said proudly, "It's me!"

Then he reacted and looked at Zhang Wuwei fiercely.

Zhang Wuwei was unmoved: "It's not big or small, how can you fart here?"

Master Lingzhi became furious, took out two cymbals and threw them over.

Zhang Wuwei kicked away with a backflip, Master Lingzhi followed closely behind, with the corners of his mouth raised, boy, if you dare to play me, I will kill you!

A palm flew close to his body, which was his well-known southwestern stunt "Major Handprint".

The upturned corner of his mouth was still hanging on his face, but he saw a footstep getting closer to his face.

With a "bang", Zhang Wuwei flipped back and kicked.

Right on the face of Master Lingzhi, it made him spin 720 degrees in the air in an instant, and fell to the ground with a slap.

The face was covered with snot and tears mixed with blood and mud, it was really colorful.

Just about to get up, I felt a strong step on my back: "I want to go, do you have any objections?"

Master Lingzhi blushed, "Who are you?"

"There has never been anyone in the world who can subdue me with one move."

"Just now I was careless and underestimated the enemy, how dare you let me stand up and do it again."

Zhang Wuwei retracted his left foot, allowing Master Lingzhi to get up.

He straightened his clothes and face, and said proudly:
"Boy, do you know who I am?"

"Tell me my name, I will scare you, I am a five-fingered secret knife, spiritual wisdom. Woohoo"

The rest of the words have been punched back by Zhang Wuwei: "Too much nonsense."

Master Lingzhi covered his face and flew upside down, just crashing into the sedan chair.

A few more people walked out from behind, they were the other four of the five major priests of Wanyan Mansion:

"Thousand-handed Rentu" Peng Lianhu, "Shen Xian Laowei" Liang Ziweng, "Dragon King of Ghost Gate" Sha Tongtian.

And the young master of White Camel Villa, the only nephew of "Xi Du" Ouyang Feng, or illegitimate son, Ouyang Ke.

Ouyang Ke slapped a fan: "Young hero, you are good at martial arts."

The faces of the rest of them were also gloomy. They had just arrived with Master Lingzhi, but he took the lead.

He thought he would be able to catch it, but he didn't realize it, but he suffered such a big loss.

Bao Xiruo looked at Yang Tiexin weepingly, "Sir, hurry up, all the five major priests in the palace are here."

"I'll hold them back for a while, you, leave quickly."

It's really pear blossoms with rain, I feel pity.

Guo Jing went up to support Yang Tiexin and the two: "Don't worry, you two, my second brother Zhang is here today."

"It certainly won't hurt the two of you in the slightest."

Zhang Wuwei glared at him, at this time you will be meeting.

Throw your second brother and me out first?

He slapped Guo Jing hard on the back of the head: "You talk a lot?"

Guo Jing responded with a naive smile, making Zhang Wuwei even more angry.

Why did you drink too much wine at the beginning and marry you?

Seeing a few people talking, Ouyang Ke didn't care about the four of them at all, and suddenly became furious:
"Bold!"

Flying forward, the rest of the people, including Master Lingzhi and Hou Tonghai who came out of the sedan chair, followed suit one after another.

With six to one, Zhang Wuwei was surrounded in the middle.

Esoteric Mahamudra, Poisonous Sand Palm, Liaodong Wild Fox Fist, Guanwai Great Capture Hand, Poison Needle Iron Pulp, Folding Fan Snake Fist.

Everyone who watched was sweating, these six innate masters besieged one person.

Why not make people nervous?
As soon as Wang Chu adjusted his zhenqi, he was about to step forward when he heard: "Bang bang bang"

With six consecutive beeps, the six masters of Wanyan Mansion were beaten to the ground.

Zhang Wuwei clapped his hands and shook his head, feeling bored.

Only Ouyang Ke is a little bit interesting, and the rest are nothing.

Ouyang Ke pushed away the old monster Shenxian who was pressing on him, and asked in astonishment: "Who the hell are you?"

"Master Zhang is truly a hero born out of a boy."

At this time, a bald Tibetan monk with a very ferocious face came out slowly with a machete in his hand:
"Poor Monk Xuedao Patriarch, be polite."

Having said that, there was no salute at all, but instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked his scimitar.

He looked at Zhang Wuwei fiercely.

Zhang Wuwei felt that breath, Grand Master.

This ancestor of the blood knife turned out to be a great master?

This calmed his heart and aroused his fighting spirit. He wanted to see how strong this blood knife patriarch, who was known as the number one fighter of the evil faction in actual combat, was.

Zhang Wuwei's Tsing Yi rose without wind, a fierce sword force stirred up the situation, and countless sword qi surrounded him, splitting the ground with countless sword marks.

It made everyone retreat again and again, and they had to leave five zhang away, which made them feel better.

The ancestor of the blood knife narrowed his eyes, he was a little confused, what kind of strength this young man was.

He obviously only had innate breath, so why did this sword move make him feel a little stinging.

The scimitar slashed down, and a gust of knife energy rushed towards Zhang Wuwei.

Then dragged the knife forward and ran quickly along the knife's energy.

Without underestimating Zhang Wuwei at all, and without any scruples about the Grandmaster's face, he launched the attack first.

The red light flickered, the blood knife was erratic, and every time he made a move, he often slashed from an impossible direction.

It also has the blood knife ancestor's internal strength, which is extremely strange and huge.

People who are really looking at it are covered with hairs and feel cold all over their bodies.

But Zhang Wuwei glanced at it disdainfully, drew out the Yitian sword, stab left and cut right.

It was actually forcing the ancestor of the blood knife to withdraw his knife and return to defense.

Leaping back a step, he asked in surprise, "What kind of sword technique is this?"

Zhang Wuwei raised his long sword: "Youlong Sword."

The long sword stabbed straight, and began to shake halfway, like a blooming golden lotus, beautiful and deadly.

The ancestor of the blood knife snorted coldly, his set of knife skills is extremely weird, and he can often win by surprise.

I never thought that just a few tricks would break the sand in Zhang Wuwei.

But he was not discouraged, and killed Zhang Wuwei. Isn't this sword technique his?

Cut down with the machete.

The fierce great master's true energy instantly enveloped the audience.

Since my moves are no match for yours, then use force to overwhelm it.

The golden lotus faltered in the air, and was chopped off by the ancestor of the blood knife.

Then, one knife was faster than one knife, and he slashed towards Zhang Wuwei like a blood moon.