"This humble monk has gone through hell and brought his junior brother through tribulation and tribulation. This disciple has come to pay his respects." The monk in the lead bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng quickly led him forward, thinking to himself, "My master has never formally become Young Master Ye Yuan's disciple. Since he became a master of his art, Shaolin has always disliked him, and has repeatedly caused trouble for himself. I didn't expect Shaolin to come to me, Wu Dang."

It was a pity that none of the disciples were his match, and only when Zhang Sanfeng was praised as the number one expert in the world, did he give up and when he heard that he had set up the martial arts school, did Shaolin get so angry that he could not beat him, and could only swallow this grievance in his mouth. The people of Cheng Shaolin never come to Wudang Mountain.

At first, Shaolin didn't want to come, but he had underestimated the attention paid to this contest by the martial arts people. The other sects all rushed to Mount Wudang.

For hundreds of years, Shaolin had been part of the martial arts world, but despite having experienced many calamities, he had suffered a great loss of strength and strength. Since then, he had not been able to leave the mountain, but then the matter of Zhang Sanfeng and Zu Daodao caused Shaolin's prestige to plummet, as well as the rise of the Emei, Hua Shan, Kunlun and Kongtong Faction, which made Shaolin feel a sense of crisis.

Moreover, after dozens of years of cultivation, Shaolin slowly recovered its vitality, and only then did it emerge from the mountain a few years ago. It was only after Shaolin's disciples had traveled the martial arts world on a large scale that Shaolin regained its reputation.

It had to be known that Shaolin had always been known as the 'Great Mountain of Wu Lin', and if he did not go to the Wu Dang Mountain, it would harm Shaolin's prestige. At the same time, Shaolin had long disliked Zhang Sanfeng being called the number one in the world, so it was necessary for him to suppress Zhang Sanfeng, which was why Shaolin had just come up the mountain.

To his surprise, the aura of the seven of them was broken by Zhang Sanfeng as he thought to himself, "This old Taoist is indeed extraordinary, he is actually able to break through the combined power of all seven of us. I'm afraid he has already stepped into the 'one with the world' stage."

When everyone saw Shaolin monk entering the plaza, the masters present carefully looked at them and finally realized that the seven of them were light in steps and their breathing was rhythmic. The three people in front had benevolent expressions on their faces; they were Shaolin Sanlang, and he had already made a name for himself as soon as he came out of the martial arts world.

The last four people were the outstanding disciples of Shaolin's younger generation, the leader was already famous in the martial arts world, his cultivation was close to the top monk of Shaolin's generation, he was the first disciple of Shaolin's generation, the other three people were also newly established in the martial arts world, their cultivation level was not weak, but it was not as good as seeing them in the sky.

Shaolin was indeed worthy of his title of being known as the top disciple of the martial sect. Not to mention that even the young disciples of this generation were better than his own disciples, especially the disciples of this generation, because they heard that he practiced the 'Unbreakable Body' technique and was very difficult to defeat in the martial world.

When Yu Lianzhou saw Wu Dang gathering such people, she also felt her mood surge and thought to herself, "More than half of the experts in Wu Lin have come. To be able to meet so many senior experts, it's not a waste of my life." In his heart, he also had the desire to fight against the other heroes and to go down the mountain and explore the martial arts world.

However, he knew that he still needed to practice his martial arts before he could travel alone in the martial arts world. Thus, he suppressed the distracting thoughts in his head and observed the competition carefully, hoping to learn something from it.

"Hahaha, so many friends from the martial arts world. I am too late, please forgive me."

A deep and resounding voice rang out by his ear, and it didn't dissipate in the slightest. It was clear that this person's cultivation was far superior to the one he had just transcended.

When the crowd heard this, they saw another five silhouettes walking over from the foot of the mountain. They arrived not long after. The two of them were in their fifties with three young men and women following behind them.

Yu Lianzhou thought to herself, only after hearing the surrounding people's discussion did she know that the old man in black was the present Ming Sect's Sect Leader, Yi Xiu, and another old man was also very famous in the martial arts world. He was the one who created the Primordius Art, the Great Western Region's Su Luoqian, and his Primordius Thunder Hand was famous throughout the martial arts world.

He was the pride of the young generation of Wu Lin, and was the future head of the Ming sect for all thirty-three generations. Right now, he was already a vice head of Ming sect, and in the recent years, he had taken care of everything from top to bottom. He was in charge of everything from head to toe, and was in charge of everything from head to toe.

The other two were a man and a woman, the man was in his twenties, his body was tall and slender, his heroic spirit was strong and he could be considered to be rather well-known in the martial arts world. He was the disciple of Su Luo Shan, his name was Cheng Kun, and the other woman was Su Luo Shan's daughter, called Su Quan, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Yu Lianzhou knew the identity of the newcomer and couldn't help but guess in her heart, "How did Cheng Kun and Yang Tian get together? Judging from Su Quan's expression, it seems like he has a good impression of Cheng Kun and Yang Tian."

Under the leadership of Yi Xiu and Yang Tian, although they had very little contact with the Central Plains, the rules were strict. The church had very few criminals, and they also had a strong resistance against the Yuan, which meant that it had a great influence in the Central Plains, and the various factions in the Central Plains also respected and respected the Anti-Yuan Warriors.

Therefore, the atmosphere in the main hall was quite harmonious. This was too busy for Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou. They moved chairs and poured tea.

Time flew by at the tips of his fingers, and it was almost noon. The people in the halls were well-cultivated and did not think much of it, but the people outside the halls could not wait any longer and began to discuss amongst themselves, about to curse loudly.

"Zhang Sanfeng, are you afraid? There are so many people here to help you."

He only heard a voice coming from afar, and he didn't know where this person was.

"The news of the duel between you and me has already spread throughout the martial arts world. These martial artists have come to see you and your old friend's face." After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the plaza to welcome Daoist Hundred Slaughter.

"Hahahaha .. it's been a few decades since I last saw you. Your bullshit mouth is growing stronger and stronger."

When the crowd heard that Daoist Hundred Leopards had arrived, they hurriedly looked around, but they couldn't find him.

After a long time, the people present saw a white shadow flash past in the distance, standing on the big cauldron on the square, their hearts were filled with courage, no one could compare to Zhang Sanfeng's movement technique, they did not know about it, they had heard that Song Yuanqiao had a unique movement technique in the martial arts world, Zhang Sanfeng's movement technique must be extraordinary too.

The crowd saw Daoist Hundred Bones standing on top of the cauldron. He was dressed in white, had a head full of silver hair, and a ruddy complexion. His extraordinary demeanor was reflected in the hearts of the crowd.

Yu Lianzhou carefully looked at this person. He was a Hundred Slaughter Daoist and had the air of a deity, standing on top of the cauldron without revealing any trace of his presence, like an old man next door who did not know martial arts at all. If one did not know that he was standing on the cauldron, one would not be able to notice that he was right in front of them.

Yu Lianzhou knew that this was because this person had already merged with the heavens and earth, and every single movement was blended into the surrounding environment. This was because she had felt it on her master before, but she never thought that the Hundred Slaughter Daoist would also have such a cultivation.