The top ten Wudang in the gold list, Zhang Sanfeng is stupid

Zhang Sanfeng looked confused.

All of Wudang's martial arts were created by him, and there is no way to calm down at all.

"Is this Anlan's method more profound than the old Tao's Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu? Can it cultivate immortals?"

Zhang Sanfeng muttered to himself.

Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu was created by Zhang Sanfeng on the basis of Nine Suns Divine Kungfu, plus his own century-old enlightenment.

Among the Kyushu, there are very few exercises that can compare with the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu.

At this time, he also had a strong interest in the method of An Lang mentioned by Song Yuanqiao.

.......

"Can An Lan's method compare with my Sacred Heart Jue?"

Di Shitian was full of contempt, he was very confident in his Sacred Heart Art.

After all, it was he who spent more than a thousand years in the world and integrated the creation of Wanjia martial arts.

Cultivation is perfect and you can live forever!

He doesn't believe in any Anlan method, which can make him live forever.

So what about transcending land gods, can you live forever?

......

Just when everyone was wondering what is the method of An Lang.

The picture in the sky changed.

Song Yuanqiao packed his bags and went down the mountain.

What made everyone dumbfounded was that Song Yuanqiao didn't ride a horse or walk, but had someone build a gorgeous chariot.

Song Yuanqiao remembered very clearly that Su Li said that he wanted to integrate An Lang into himself.

To put it simply, it was to imitate An Lan.

Even when going out, An Lang let a golden ox pull the ancient chariot.

He also rides in a chariot, which makes sense, right?

Zhang Sanfeng was dumbfounded, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Song Yuanqiao is his eldest disciple, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes.

Even, before Su Li appeared, Song Yuanqiao was responsible for handling all matters in Wudang.

Although Song Yuanqiao's talent is slightly inferior to other disciples, he is calm and low-key, and he is rigorous in dealing with things.

Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng also intends to make Song Yuanqiao the next head of Wudang.

But the Song Yuanqiao in the picture is completely different from my impression!

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help being a little sullen, how could such a good disciple become like this.

Those who knew the Seven Heroes of Wudang in Jianghu were also shocked at this time.

Wudang disciples are monks!

Traveling in a chariot, what kind of talk is this.

Is it as sanctimonious as those bald donkeys in Shaolin?

Just when everyone was slandering.

As soon as the screen turned, everyone was completely stunned.

After Song Yuanqiao got on the chariot, his whole demeanor changed suddenly, exuding the arrogance of whoever was fighting.

At the same time, the chariot was pulled by a fine horse, bursting out with billions of brilliance, flying into the sky like a panicked sun.

The chariot traveled in the void, making a rumbling sound like thunder.

Song Yuanqiao sat in the chariot, looking down at the earth with indifferent eyes, like a fairy king patrolling the world!

a time.

Everyone froze in place, their eyes glazed over, as if petrified.

After a long while, everyone regained their composure, with expressions of horror on their faces.

"Is this something a human can do?"

"Riding on a chariot and soaring into the sky, it's unimaginable, unimaginable, is this the existence of the Immortal Realm?!"

"Beyond Martial Dao, this is the power of Immortal Dao!"

Shocked and trembling voices sounded one after another.

This scene is too unbelievable.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, Di Shitian, Xiao Sanxiao and other unrivaled powerhouses were shocked beyond measure.

Looking at the sky in disbelief, extreme shock appeared in his eyes.

The strong man of heaven and man can stay in the air for a short time, but the time is also limited.

It is even more difficult to control other things to stay in the air.

Before, Chuanying rode a white horse into the sky.

It's because they have already touched half a step of the land gods, and can absorb a large amount of energy from the heavens and the earth, which is far beyond the power of the heavens and humans.

However, Chuanying did not last long.

But Song Yuanqiao was calm and composed, without any sign of effort.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes widened, he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Is this still his big disciple Song Yuanqiao?

Even a master like him can't do this kind of thing.

How did Song Yuanqiao do it?

Is it really because of An Lan's method? !

......

Chariots run through the void.

Song Yuanqiao closed his eyes and meditated, and gradually felt that he had really become the immortal king of a foreign land——

An Lan!

The originally somewhat stagnant cultivation started to run on its own, improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed, and at the same time admired Su Li even more.

It didn't take long, though.

A burst of mournful howling pierced through the sky and reached his ears.

"Ok?"

Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly, and released his spiritual thoughts.

An Lang's method not only made him a fairyland, but also gave him a divine sense that could cover tens of thousands of miles!

Under the sky, there is a town.

Dozens of Dongchang fans were dragging the boy out from every household, crying everywhere.

Behind them, the parents of these boys begged on their knees and kowtowed continuously.

"My lord, my family is a single descendant, and I'm just such an only son. I beg you to raise your hands high!"

"If you take my child away, our family will be broken!"

A middle-aged man tugged on Dongchang Fanzi's foot, kowtowing and begging.

His forehead was scratched, and blood continued to flow out, staining the skirt of his clothes red.

"Dare to delay my uncle's business, I will let you die now!"

Fanzi Dongchang's eyes turned hard, and he slashed at him with a single knife.

The middle-aged man's head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the surrounding area red.

The Dongchang fan didn't even look at it, and dragged the boy away.

As for the other people in the town, they were too shocked to say a word.

Anyone who dares to resist will be killed.

As for the other Dongchang fans who saw this scene, instead of showing any sympathy, they sneered gloatingly.

This is the fate of defying Dongchang!

Soon, apart from the sound of crying and howling, the whole town was filled with a strong smell of blood, like purgatory.

And looking at this scene, many people's eyes were tearing apart, and they were extremely furious.

"This is Daming's Dongchang Fanzi, a bunch of beasts!"

"It's okay to rob children by force, even ordinary people without martial arts will be killed!"

"I'm so angry, I hate that I can't kill these tricks with my own hands!"

Although it is said that for most people in the rivers and lakes, killing and drinking blood is commonplace.

But it's not that there is no distinction between good and bad. On the contrary, there are not a few people who are chivalrous.

Originally, he hated the imperial court very much, but now he is even more angry to the extreme!

Daming Forbidden City.

"Cao Zhengchun, what's going on?"

Zhu Houzhao frowned, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"This... this old slave doesn't know either!"

Cao Zhengchun was full of grievances, and hurriedly explained:

"The old slave never ordered Dongchang to do such a thing."

"Perhaps it was ordered by Wei Zhongxian a few years ago!"

"Wei Zhongxian?!"

Zhu Houzhao's face was clouded, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.

A few years ago, it was not Cao Zhengchun who was in charge of the East Factory, but Wei Zhongxian, who was in power.

......

"Eunuch Wei, all the boys in the town are here!"

The middle of the town.

The Dongchang fans respectfully looked at a middle-aged eunuch sitting in the grand master's chair.

"Ok!"

Wei Zhongxian lifted the lid of the tea, blew it lightly, took a sip, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately, his eyes swept across the town, and a gleam of coldness flashed across.

"Let's kill all these people, and spread the news!"

Wei Zhongxian said lightly.

One sentence can decide the life and death of these people.

It seemed that in front of him, these people were no different from ants.

Dongchang Fanzi was about to start.

A loud shout sounded abruptly, like thunder from the nine heavens.

At the same time, there was an unrivaled aura of sullenness that swept over.

"What a dog!".