Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

Chapter 137

When Shaolin disciple Hui Jue said this, he said this with a fluke.

After all, if this incident can end in this way, and by the way the spirit beast lost in Shaolin Temple is found and brought back in Wudang Mountain, then basically the matter is really complete.

Zhang Changsheng’s face was faintly disdainful and said, “Just you? A disciple of the Shaolin generation dare to ask my old man to ask for the end? I say it is over and it is over!”

“What’s more, don’t talk about a junior like you, even if your Shaolin abbot is here, the old man is in a good mood and responds to him. If he is in a bad mood, what if he is the abbot? Your master told me that I would not dare to follow me here. Say it like that, understand?”

Huitong’s face was bitter, he knew that today this matter is really difficult to lighten up.

Reluctantly, Huitong pinched the Buddha beads between her neck, her face was ugly and said, “Then, how do you plan to deal with us with Patriarch Senior?

Hui Tong was still panicking, after all, he really wanted the Wudang Patriarch in front of him to make a move. I am afraid that only his master can deal with it here.

As for himself and the 19 second-generation Shaolin disciples behind him, it is natural that he is not a perfect match for the Wudang Patriarch in front of him.

Zhang Changsheng’s handsome face looked faint and said, “I am not you, I know my Wudang disciple, and I bullied the minor and hurt my disciple and grandchildren. You can beat my little turtle, even if this matter is over.”

“Of course, this is just the end of kicking me at the gate of Wudang Mountain, kicking my gate and hurting my disciples and grandchildren are two things. Really old man, I have never seen a monk with such a terrible smell like you.”

As the old ancestor Zhang Changsheng just finished speaking, she hadn’t waited for Na Huitong to discuss it again.

Being caught by a black light, abruptly and directly under the eyes of hundreds of people on the court.

He was once again taken directly by the irresistible force of terror to the Wudang disciple’s test field fifty meters away.

And the huge dragon head of Dragon Turtel carried a cruel smile in the eyes of everyone present in disbelief.

Dragon Turtel used the hind legs and limbs to stand up steadily with a relaxed face.

Huitong’s forceful suppression was just brought to the competition venue by this Dragon Turtel with terrifying power, creating a sense of oppression on his own body.

A trace of blood has appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Hui Tong’s face is unbelievable. God knows what level of evolution is this weird tortoise that can stand like a human.

It was so terrifying, just using power to bring him to this competition venue had already caused a lot of damage to Hui Tong’s own flesh and blood.

It is almost beyond the power perception that Huitong can understand.

On the giant dragon head of Dragon Turtel, an arrogant expression appeared, the palm of the right front paw was facing upwards, and the human voice once again sounded, “You monks, let’s go on together, you master turtle, I want to fight ten! Let you taste your turtle today too! Master’s latest Tai Chi Fist Technique Dragon Turtel version!”

When Hui Tong saw this situation, he dared to be careless, and quickly greeted the Shaolin disciples behind him with the same door, and picked up the iron rod weapon that had just been placed on the ground.

As the dozen or so iron rods and weapons danced in the hands of the monks, Dragon Turtel also turned his hands into circles, directly driving his own power towards the thirteen stick formation formed by the Shaolin monks.

In fact, according to common sense, there are indeed many Shaolin Cultivation Techniques, but there are really very few masters. Except for Master Dharma, there is almost no one who can insight into Shaolin Cultivation Technique to a certain Realm.

But that’s it, Shaolin Temple relies on its solid background, and it is also the sect that has received the most disciples from the ancient Wu family.

Moreover, the monk Huitong headed by this addition is currently the Practitioner eighth-level Cultivation Base.

The other Shaolin disciples who followed Huitong and formed a stick formation with him have all reached the standard for entering Martial Dao.

That is to say, it is currently in the stage of opening its own secret store. This is something that Zhang Changsheng, who was watching below the competition field, did not expect.

Generally speaking, in today’s world where Spiritual Qi is almost scarce to none, if you want to open your own physical secrets and enter Martial Dao, you need not only to cultivate your physical body, but also to keep up with your mood.

The reason why the second generation of Wudang Mountain disciples is currently only Wang Yeyi who has opened his own secret store to enter Martial Dao.

It is entirely the old ancestor Zhang Changsheng who is tempering the xinxing of the second-generation Wudang disciple. He has polished his deep foundation in the early stage, and naturally, he can realize the accumulation of accumulation on the way to Martial Dao in the future!

Zhang Changsheng’s eyesight is so high, naturally there are many doubts from it, why these Shaolin monks even broke through the limit of The Mortal Realm and opened their own secret storage.

But their qi and blood are also far from insufficient. Although they are much stronger than ordinary people, they are more than twice as bad as an ordinary person who opens their own physical secrets.

From Zhang Changsheng’s point of view, it seems that the power of the Ascension of these Shaolin monks seems to be the ascension to this level by something or some strange power.

Dragon Turtel looked at the fancy clubs of the dance in front of him, and he was very disdainful in his heart. After all, in its view, martial arts together is nothing more than a combination of strength and skill.

But the group of monks in front of them seemed to only know the bells and whistles, which made people look amazing, but in fact it was nothing more than an empty shelf.

Dragon Turtel put away the heart of playfulness, this group of garbage, it is really not worth it to use its own Tai Chi Fist Technique which has finally touched some fur.

Immediately, the golden pupils of Dragon Turtel were completely covered by the white glow, and the huge dragon head suddenly grew up.

“Roar…Roar…”

A deafening dragon roar shook the hearts of everyone present.

And the glow that resembled a white ripple quickly collided with the club formation formed by the Shaolin monks who danced with bells and whistles with iron rods.

And a burst of dazzling white light with bursts of screams appeared on the Wudang disciple’s test field.

After Wudang disciples’ eyes closed tightly, they could no longer feel the dazzling white light.

He opened his eyes again, and all the Wudang disciples were shocked by everything in front of them.

I saw those on the stage collapsed on top of the martial arts stage, and screams sounded one after another.

And the tortoise that Wudang disciple usually thought was the old ancestor Zhang Changsheng’s little pet, standing still in place, as if this should be the case.

Shen Mubai also slightly expressed his luck for these unrelenting Shaolin monks. It was obvious that the Dragon Turtel did not kill.

Otherwise, they would really have to die here in Wudang Mountain under that blow.

But when everyone thought the matter was over, Zhang Changsheng’s cold voice with a trace of suppressed anger sounded.

“Now this kicking my Wudang Mountain gate is over, now the second thing is to deal with you little monks indulging yourself in the same sect and hurting my disciple and grandchildren.”

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