Start with the gods

Chapter 78
"Yes, Master." Zhang Wuji nodded in agreement.

He was a kind and upright person, and he couldn't bear to see the two sides fight to the death. Guo Yu's request was exactly what he wanted.

So without hesitation, Zhang Wuji used lightness kung fu to come to the White-Browed Eagle King in a few steps and stop his old body.

Since leaving Wudang and coming to Lingjiu Palace, Zhang Wuji never went down the mountain again in order to concentrate on practicing martial arts.

During the ten years, only Zhang Cuishan and his wife took time to come and visit.

So the White-browed Eagle King didn't know Zhang Wuji's current appearance at all, and was taken aback by his sudden appearance.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask a question, Zhang Wuji interrupted him first, and whispered to him, "Grandpa, it's me, Wuji.

Please don't say anything, let your grandson do it for you in this battle. "

Then Zhang Wuji didn't wait for Yin Tian, ​​whose face gradually turned excited, to speak, and turned around to face the other sects.

He said very politely: "Master Kongwen, Senior Yin is inconvenient, so let the boy fight this battle."

After finishing speaking, he lightly waved his sleeves and put on a respectful look.

"Okay, since that's the case, please be careful, little benefactor."

Kong Wen did not suspect him, thought Zhang Wuji was a disciple of the Ming Cult, and slowly raised the Zen stick in his hand.

Now all the factions urgently need to boost their morale, and fighting against this fluffy kid like Zhang Wuji, instead, it suits Kong Wen's wishes, and he thinks that his chances of winning will be greatly increased.

He gave a soft "drink", and the Zen stick weighing tens of catties was easily thrown into the air, and then he grabbed the end of the stick and slashed straight at Zhang Wuji.

Due to the excessive momentum, the head of the staff rubbed against the air, making an extremely uncomfortable piercing sound.

"This is the crouching wand method in Shaolin's 72 stunts!" An older old man on the sidelines exclaimed, calling out the martial arts used by Kong Wen.

"That's right, it's indeed this long-renowned supernatural art." Immediately afterward, someone echoed.

"Master Kongwen's skills are profound, and he can definitely beat this kid to the ground with his supernatural skills." People from the six major factions in the crowd couldn't help cheering, obviously very confident in Kongwen's battle.

It's a pity that things in the world are often different from people's expectations. They can only be disappointed when they meet Zhang Wuji, a martial arts prodigy.

Under the terrifying pressure of Kong Wen, Zhang Wuji's robe was slowly and gradually fluttering, and a heat was exuding from his whole body.

Then with a flick of the long arm, he punched the head of the staff slowly and quickly, receiving this powerful attack head-on.

"How is this possible?" Seeing this, Kong Wen shrank his eyes sharply, staring at Zhang Wuji with a terrifying face.

And there were continuous sounds of horror in the crowd, whether it was members of the six major sects or the followers of the Ming Cult, all showed incredulous expressions.

You must know that the crouching wand method is one of Shaolin's 72 unique skills, and it is a move that pays special attention to strength.

Even if an eminent monk with a high level of cultivation uses this unique skill, he will exhaust his true energy after the battle and suffer a serious illness.

So its power is naturally no small matter. It has the power to break mountains and mountains, and ordinary people will be defeated after a few hits.

But now Zhang Wuji simply punched him head-on and forcibly caught it, and it looked extremely relaxed. One can imagine how much shock it caused to the people present.

"Okay, okay..." Yin Tianzheng laughed while stroking his long beard.

"Father, this is my senior brother, brother Wuji." Yang Buhui couldn't help but introduce him softly to Yang Xiao and the others beside him.

"The donor has good inner strength." Kong Wen said with an ugly face. At this time, he didn't know that he had made a mistake and underestimated the young man in front of him.

A fierce look flashed across his face, and he swung the Zen staff quickly in his hand, and threw it at Zhang Wuji again.

Zhang Wuji was still the same as last time, punching hard to catch, "Boom, boom, boom..." The two exchanged more than ten moves in a row in an instant.

"Drink!" Afterwards, Zhang Wuji reprimanded lightly, spreading his hands, standing in place and letting the Zen stick hit his chest.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Under Kong Wen's dancing, the Zen stick struck Zhang Wuji's chest heavily from head to tail in succession.

"Ah..." Everyone in the arena was startled by Zhang Wuji's sudden action and exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief.

"Brother Wuji!" Yang Buhui and Guo Xiaodie exclaimed even more, they couldn't help covering their mouths tightly with their jade hands in fright.

Then everyone saw a miraculous scene, and I'm afraid they will never forget it in the future.

I saw Zhang Wuji standing still, without any abnormalities, as if the Zen staff weighing tens of kilograms was just tickling him.

Immediately, his chest moved slightly, and a strong force came out through his body, and all of them returned to the Zen staff.

"Ah!" Kong Wen uttered a cry of surprise, and was shaken by this force, the Zen staff came out of his hand, flew several meters and fell to the ground.

He himself was pushed back again and again, a deep scratch was rubbed on the ground, and he stopped in embarrassment just now.

"Wow..." The crowd erupted completely, and they all showed incredulous eyes, too surprised to speak.

"The great shift of the universe!" Yang Xiao, who was among the Mingjiao people, couldn't help but said in a deep voice after being shocked.

"Yang Zuoshi, what did you say?" Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao was impatient, and hurriedly asked Yang Xiao, "The Eagle King's grandson is practicing the Great Teleportation?"

At this time, everyone in Mingjiao had learned Zhang Wuji's true identity from Yin Tianzheng and Yang Buhui.

But he was still shocked by the magical skills he taught himself.

"That's right, the leader once taught me two layers, and I will never admit my mistake." Yang Xiao nodded seriously.

But at this time Zhang Wuji finally reaped the merits and stood up, please take a few steps forward, and slightly salute to Kongwen.

He said modestly: "Master Kongwen, this junior got lucky this time."

"Hmph!" Kong Wen snorted coldly, "Donor needs no further words, it's because the old monk's skills are not as good as others."

After all, he picked up the Zen stick, turned around and was about to leave and return to the Shaolin camp.

"Master, stop!" Zhang Wuji called out loudly from behind.

Kong Wen immediately turned around, and asked with an ugly expression: "Why, does the benefactor still want to keep the old monk?"

"You don't dare." Zhang Wuji saluted again, and said solemnly: "Actually, everyone's embarrassment with the Mingjiao today is because of Cheng Kun's tricks.

If it weren't for this person who has been making trouble secretly, there would be no such big misunderstanding between the two of you. "

"Don't the benefactor also say that Cheng Kun is from our Shaolin?" Kong Wen's face became even more ugly.

Shaolin lost a lot of face when Guo Yu stepped in on Wudang Mountain back then.

They searched for a long time after they went back, but they couldn't find Cheng Kun.

So they always thought that Shaolin was framed, and now they heard Zhang Wuji mentioning this person, they were naturally filled with righteous indignation and very upset.

"Hehe, Wuji will continue." Guo Yu who was behind the crowd couldn't help but let out a sneer, and opened his mouth slightly to transmit Zhang Wuji's secret.

Then with a flick of the sleeve robe, Cheng Kun, who was in a coma, was thrown out of the sky.

Zhang Wuji reacted quickly. Seeing the black shadow approaching, he immediately jumped up, flicked his hand, and carried Cheng Kun to stand in the center of the square again.

He asked loudly, "Master Kongwen, is this a monk from your monastery?"

"Yuanzhen!" Kong Wen recognized Cheng Kun's identity in Shaolin at a glance, and asked gloomyly: "I wonder when the benefactor actually arrested my nephew Yuanzhen?"

"Hehe, the master probably doesn't know his true identity yet."

Zhang Wuji smiled softly, and then said in a serious voice: "This person is Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan thunderbolt player who has been hiding his identity all along, sowing dissension and stirring up trouble in the martial arts world."

"This is impossible." Kong Wen immediately shouted and denied, "Yuanzhen has always been performing his duties in this temple, how could he be some kind of Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Chengkun?"

Kong Wen was the abbot of Shaolin after all, and he objected almost out of instinct, wanting to protect Shaolin's face.

"This is the kid who heard him admit it with his own ears. There is absolutely no mistake. Master may wish to ask him personally."

After Zhang Wuji explained Cheng Kun's sleeping point, he pushed him in front of Kong Wen.

"Uncle Master." As soon as Cheng Kun opened his eyes, he saw himself in the center of the crowd, and beside him stood Abbot Shaolin.

After Jian Jian panicked for a moment, he immediately bowed to Kong Wen in a solemn voice.

Kong Wen waved his hand slightly, stared at Cheng Kun coldly, and asked in a deep voice, "This little benefactor said that you are Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, is it true?"

(End of this chapter)