All Heavens Strongest Academy

"This ... this ... this this ..."

In the Great Hall of the Zixiao Palace, Song Yuanqiao, White Brows Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, Hong Qigong and the others were all stunned, their faces were incredible, and their neck seemed to be pinched when they wanted to say something.

This is a bug!

They all know that Zhang Sanfeng is strong, but it is too outrageous.

"It should be that after Master entered All Heavens Academy, his strength improved too quickly."

Among the Wudang 7 heroes, the most resourceful Zhang Sanfeng 4 disciple Zhang Songxi is somewhat speculative.

When the Master was 100 years old, they were not so powerful, and now nearly 1000 monks are shivering coldly.

"Wow ~ Too good Master."

Zhang Wuji and Wudang's three generations of disciplines came instead to came back to his senses, each and everyone screamed excitedly.

They didn't understand what Zhang Sanfeng's roar meant. They only knew that Zhang Sanfeng's voice came, and many of the monstrous monks originally from Shaolin Temple were scared to roll on the ground.

"It's the first time I've seen the Master so aggressive."

In front of the Zixiao Palace great hall, Zhang Cuishan looked at Zhang Sanfeng like a fairy in front of him, with a face of worship.

This is his Master, wherever he goes, there will be blooming rays of light that are hard to hide.

"Hu ~ It's okay, it's okay, I have no problem, Daoist Zhang is too perverted."

Huang Yaoshi behind Zhang Sanfeng let out a long relaxed breath, his eyelids beating constantly, comforting himself continuously.

"I don't know why I miss Ouyang Feng a bit."

Thinking of the life and death of Ouyang Feng in the palm of his hand, Huang Yaoshi suddenly felt calm.

"I'm a student of All Heavens Academy, and I'm the Head Class promised by the Headmaster. If you really don't understand the situation ..."

Zhang Sanfeng stood by his hands, his long white hair was windless and automatic, and his neat and simple robe was also hunting and hunting. Expressionless glanced at a crowd of Shaolin Temple monks.

If he was still Wudang's old Zhang Sanfeng, he might still find a peaceful solution today.

Unfortunately, he is not now.

He is now a student at the All Heavens Academy, and headmaster-chosen future Primary Class head teacher.

If he gives up in the face of the trivial Shaolin Temple, where does he place the All Heavens Academy?

How can he afford the careful cultivation of Headmaster?

"My Master thing, Shaolin Temple has not given a positive statement."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes grew deeper. The grudge between him and Shaolin Temple did not happen overnight.

His Master Jueyuan was forced to death by Shaolin Temple. Before he rose, he was also chased by Shaolin Temple for some time.

Even more how he also heard Zhang Cuishan talk, Headmaster informed Zhang Cuishan's future.

If it weren't for the All Heavens Academy, when he was 100 years old, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu would all die under the threat of the Great Sect headed by Shaolin Temple.

His apprentice Zhang Wuji was also seriously injured and tortured.

He himself, his 3 disciple Yu Lianzhou, and his 5 disciple family, all of them are under the gratitude of the Headmaster.

Strictly speaking, the entire Wudan faction is under the gratitude of Headmaster.

Scarlet Electric Demonic Ox meat is a treasure that can only be redeemed by All Heavens Academy students, but Shen Wen not at all restricts him to his disciples.

Otherwise, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, they want to become masters of Post Natal environment Perfection, without a 20 years, or even longer, they can not reach this level.

"Gu ru ru ~ ~"

The monks who were able to stand at Shaolin Temple, each and everyone looked terrified, their pupils shrunk, as if to see the most terrifying existence in the world.

If their legs were not frightened, they might not be able to escape.

How can a person be so strong?

Take one enemy 1000?

Do not!

Yes, sweeping 1000 troops, 10000 troops are easy.

Zhang Sanfeng is a real enemy of 1000, with 10000 avoiding.

In a flash, their nearly 1000 monks were almost guilty and they wanted everything in front of them. It was just a nightmare and they could wake up early.

"How to do?"

Abbots of the air, absent-mindedness, empty-mindedness, and empty-mindedness, Daimon's Shaolin monks, and even the Transcending Tribulation and the Difficulties of the Three Crosses, have all set their eyes on Duoe.

Zhang Sanfeng was asked to reorganize the language.

The life and death of their Shaolin Temple, and the life and death of their nearly 1000 Shaolin Temple monks, all depend on the next word of Du'er.

"Martial Uncle, you must think about what to say."

The younger generations, such as the abbot of absurdity, emptiness, and emptiness, had a heart-beating peng peng, his face was waxy yellow, and his extremities were somewhat indifferent. With a slight tremor, the larger the amplitude.

revenge?

Intimidating Mt. Wudang, let the Wudang faction yield?

And Wudang sent both sides suffer?

Who said this and how did they not know.

"Senior Brother, the fate of Shaolin Temple is in your next sentence."

Even with the temperature of the Transcending Tribulation and the crossing of the two people, it was still disturbing at this time, for fear that Du'er would say something wrong.

At this time, they still have a hint of self-confidence, only endless shock and thriller.

Zhang Sanfeng's strength has exceeded their imagination, reaching a Legendary Realm where one person can suppress the entire Shaolin Temple.

"Perhaps only if Dharma Sect Founder comes back to life will he be able to rival him."

"I······"

Under the eyes of the monks with complex emotions such as trance, fear, expectation, etc., and under the deep eyes of Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi and the others, the sweat beads of Du'erdou were visible with naked eye. He kept falling off his forehead, and his one-eyed eyes were covered with bloodshot, as if to fall off.

In less than ten breaths, sweat wet the ground in front of him.

Du'er could feel the coldness emanating from Zhang Sanfeng, as long as what he said below did not meet Zhang Sanfeng's expectations.

Of the nearly 1000 monks who went up the mountain, maybe none of them wanted to go down.

If all these nearly 1000 monks have fallen, Shaolin Temple will be dead.

In order to let the Wudang faction submit, all the masters of Shaolin Temple were brought by them, leaving only a group of common disciple and several second-class masters, just to do something to prevent someone from stealing from the mountain.

Du'e didn't know how long the past was, and every time he passed, his body seemed to be put on a 1000-pound boulder, which made him more and more breathless.

In the end, Du'er even felt the stagnation of his breathing and his vision was a bit blurred.

If you give in directly, Shaolin Temple will become the laughing stock of the world. Even if you wash it for hundreds of years, you will not be able to wash away these shames.

However, if you resist, you don't need to count for 100 years, you only need to count ten breaths. Nearly 1000 monks, Shaolin Temple, may be buried on Mt. Wudang.

"Farewell meet Martial Uncle."

Under such huge oppression, Du'er's mind seemed to be squeezed to the extreme ore, tempering out a ray of essence, whispering, kneeling on the ground, bowing his head.

correct!

Everyone is your own person!

There is no need to be so serious, everything can be discussed.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's Master Jueyuan is just an ordinary monk who takes care of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Jueyuan is really a wordless monk, and the wordless monk is their Ancestor Master.

Zhang Sanfeng is the disciple of Jueyuan. Naturally, they are the same generation as their Master, and their Martial Uncle is fine.

"Martial Uncle, Shaolin Temple has broken your heart, we have been very sorry, Martial Nephew took the Shaolin Temple monks this time just to apologize for what happened then."

"I know Martial Uncle. You have a broad heart like the sea, and your measurement is higher than that of the moon. You have already let go of your grievances, but we can't."

"In order for you to show up and give us the opportunity to apologize to you in person, Martial Nephew did the best thing, and it was all Martial Nephew's fault to say the words of treason."

Du E's eyes flashed with inexplicable charm, he said that he really felt regretful, and wished that time would turn back.

If it is Zhang Sanfeng or the disciple of Shaolin Temple, they will have the second Dharma Sect Founder in Shaolin Temple.

"As for the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, it's nothing at all. Martial Uncle takes things from his own house in good faith."

"It's just that Martial Uncle is toil. If you want to watch Shaolin Temple 72 stunts, just let me know and Martial Nephew will send Secret Technique to Mt. Wudang in person."