Chapter 115

In Zhang Wuji's heart, all the people who killed his parents should die. The first evil is to exterminate the demon nun, but the world is different from her own. Now that she is not here, she has to go back and kill the bald monk of Shaolin first.

Moreover, the bald monk looks quite like the dead bald monk in his own world, and his identity is the same. He should die!

"Ah His body flashed, and Zhang Wuji hit Kongwei with his fist.

Looking at Zhang Wuji who appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, Kongwen's pupils contracted violently, and then he quickly tried to fight him. Because he had given the Zen staff to one of the disciples, Kongwen used the Shaolin dragon claw.

Dragon claw is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It has been honed by Shaolin for thousands of years and is known as the invincible martial arts.

single handed, but in martial arts world, Zhang Wuji can not be much more than he is. But what kind of man is he, he has already practiced nine Joyoung magic skills, and learned what martial arts skills are quick. As early as the bright top, he had learned the dragon claw hands, making him even better than the monk who claimed to have 6000 of combat effectiveness. Would he be afraid of the world's empty breath?

The world's air news, his combat effectiveness has 6000?

What's more, does he have time to use his hand?

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Then, before Kongwei could lift his arms, he opened his fists and clasped his arms.

"You..." I'm so surprised that this guy is

"I've heard for a long time that dragon claw hand is a unique skill in the world, but I don't know if you Shaolin sect can carry it forward, and will it pollute this so-called invincible skill?" Zhang Wuji clasped his arm and sneered at him.

"Where did you steal my Shaolin dragon claw?" Although controlled by others, the tone of Kongwei didn't soften down. He frowned and asked Zhang Wuji.

"Steal school? You Shaolin disciples taught this to me in front of me. Maybe he thought no one in Shaolin could match it, so he specially taught it to me. "

"The younger generation is presumptuous!" When he heard the words, he was furious. He immediately mobilized his internal power and tried to shake Zhang Wuji away. However

There was no shock.

"Want me to let go, want to use the dragon claw to deal with me? OK, I'll let you lose Shaolin today! " Zhang Wuji said, and then released the claws of his arms.

As soon as he lost his grip, Kong Wen waved his claws. He heard the sound of "pa pa" in the air, just like firecrackers, which made people feel uneasy.

This is the inevitable result of the extremely fast friction between the palm and the air, so we can see how deep the horizontal training of Kongwei is.

"The dragon claw hand is good, but it's just good. Old monk, you're far from it!" Zhang Wuji casually gave an evaluation, and then also raised his arm, put out the dragon claw hand to meet the air.

Between the two, boxing to the meat, Qi and blood surge, for a time, bursts of roar, where the dragon claw hand, nothing is not destroyed.

The stone floor in the hall couldn't resist the external damage of the two people, one by one.

Seeing this scene, the people in the Wulin all around can't help but work hard.

These two They are so strong!

Just as people were thinking about it, the next second, the picture that made them look confused appeared.

"Ah The leader of their noble family, master Kongwei, the abbot of Shaolin, let out a scream, and the whole person suddenly flew back out, with a stream of blood coming out of his chest.

What's the matter? Didn't you just tell the difference? How could you tell the difference so quickly?

"Oh, old monk, I've already said that you are far away. I want you to fight, you can fight with me, I don't want to fight with you, you don't even have the qualification to fight with me! " Zhang Wuji looked at the air smell cold channel that fell to the ground after flying upside down.

Just now, I was just trying to test his level. He really thought he could play with himself. Is that naive?

However, the group leaders are right. Even if the relationship between the world is like different branches of the same tree, the branches they are in are much stronger than those they are here. Abbot Shaolin, his martial arts are so poor. It's not much different from a flag bearer of the Ming religion in his own world. If you want to fight with yourself, go back to practice for another 10000 years!

"But He may not have a chance to go back to practice martial arts. "

Zhang Wuji murmured in his heart.

"Abbot!" When they saw their Abbot fall to the ground, they didn't get up again. All the Shaolin people gave a wail in unison. Then most people rushed to him to check his condition. A few of them held sticks to denounce Zhang Wuji.

"You devil, how dare you hurt the abbot of Shaolin? You don't mean that those who want to know the whereabouts of Xie Xun can go together. OK, I'll teach you by Yuan Yin!""Poor monk, I have learned from the sea!"

"The poor monk has no understanding

……

A total of six round generation monks cheered angrily to Zhang Wuji.

"A group of rats and mobs, OK, I'll help you!" With that, Zhang Wuji, who was not satisfied with his regret, rushed towards them. Yuan Yin and others also waved their sticks to fight against the devil.

At this time, the Shaolin disciples who ran to Kongwen's side to check on him were all frightened. Their Abbot unexpectedly, unexpectedly

How can this be tolerated?

How can this be tolerated?

"Avenge the abbot, kill the evil spirits, kill!" The disciple of Kongwei could not suppress his anger. He held his Zen stick tightly and yelled. Then he rushed to the area of scuffle and joined in the siege of Zhang Wuji's battlefield.

After hearing what he said, the other Shaolin disciples' anger was ignited. They rushed to Zhang Wuji one by one.

Cheng Kun

You're all gone. What do I do?

Standing in the same place, he found that many onlookers were looking at him. Cheng Kun felt that he was really hard to ride a Tiger now. He didn't want to get involved in the news of revenge for the air, but if he didn't do it now, he was afraid that he would have no place in Shaolin after he went back.

Go back?

Yes, even if Zhang Wuji defeated Kongwen, Cheng Kun didn't think that he could live under the siege of so many Lin disciples. He would surely die.

Thinking of this, considering that he can't lose his identity as a Shaolin disciple and can't get along in Shaolin, Cheng Kun gritted his teeth and rushed up with him.

The crowd formed a group in the Zhenwu hall.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Sanfeng's brows wrinkled, and things turned out like this. Although he was not a Wudang disciple, as the host, he was not beautiful. Moreover, the besieged little brother seemed to be a friend of his daughter-in-law, so

After thinking about it, Zhang Sanfeng decided to stop them.

"Joyoung is ninth, Joyoung is in heaven!"

The next second, almost all the monks flew out backwards, revealing Zhang Wuji who was surrounded by them.

At this time, Zhang Wuji was pinching a monk's neck in his hand. With a cold face, he looked around at those Shaolin disciples who were paralyzed on the ground. He said with disdain, "is Shaolin the best martial arts in the world? Oh, I don't know there is another sentence behind it, which is called "green is better than blue, but better than blue!"

"One more." With that, Zhang Wuji looked at Cheng Kun, who was pinched by him.

"No, benefactor, I'm not..."

"Kazam ~" with a strong color of fear on his face, Cheng Kun was about to say something. How could he know that Zhang Wuji didn't want to hear him fart at all, so he crushed his neck with his hand and let him fall to the ground.

Poor Cheng Kun, even his true identity did not have time to say, so he left the world.

But if he said it, he might die even worse.

After the regiment destroyed the Shaolin team, Zhang Wuji wiped the blood on his hands and asked the remaining non Wudang people in the hall, "who else wants to know the whereabouts of the Golden Lion King, stand up, or you can join us?"

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