"Whose child is so polite?"

Everyone in the hall looked around and saw a man wearing a Mongolian military uniform holding an eight or nine-year-old boy at the entrance of the hall. The boy's mouth was pressed, but he struggled hard.

"Wuji! Wuji!"

Seeing the child, Zhang Cuishan's pupils shrank, and he immediately screamed like crazy, and at the same time he jumped up and rushed out the door.

"Huh?"

Seeing Zhang Cuishan's appearance, all the NPCs and players in the hall were confused for a moment, and then a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Judging from Zhang Cuishan's behavior, the child at the door must be Zhang Cuishan's son. It is said that a tiger's poison cannot eat its own children. At this time, Zhang Wuji was captured, so he did not believe that Zhang Cuishan would not submit.

Originally, everyone had no illusions about this matter anymore, but now that Zhang Wuji was kidnapped, everyone suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

"Don't let Zhang Cuishan escape!"

When Dao Wuxiu saw this, he immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Help!"

The other players in the hall are also passive. Just now, the situation was biased towards Wang Yuan. Everyone did not dare to offend Wang Yuan because of something they were not sure about. Now that the task is biased towards the five major factions, everyone naturally wants to join in the fun.

As he spoke, seven or eight figures rushed towards Zhang Cuishan.

As Zhang Sanfeng's beloved disciple and one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Cuishan's martial arts skills are quite strong. Facing a group of players rushing towards him, Zhang Cuishan shook his arms and knocked seven or eight of them to the ground.

Dao Wuxiu had no weapon in his hand and could not stop Zhang Cuishan.

Just when Zhang Cuishan was about to break through the siege, Kongwen, Kongxing, Kongzhi and the others took a step back and stood in front of Zhang Cuishan.

Although these three monks of the Kongzi generation are not very smart, their strength is really not weak. If they take any one of them, Zhang Cuishan will not see his opponent. At this time, the three of them attack at the same time, and Zhang Cuishan is immediately blocked.

"Wuji!"

Looking at Zhang Wuji outside the door, Zhang Cuishan screamed, his voice was so shrill that everyone who heard it was sad.

"Amitabha!"

Kongzhi chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Your son is a son. Do the seventy-seven Shaolin people who were wrongly killed by you and Xie Xun have no relatives? Zhang Wuxia, you'd better tell the whereabouts of Xie Xun. As long as you tell us, we will The three of you will help you get your child back."

"I'm done with it!"

As soon as Kongzhi said this, Wang Yuan was willing to be defeated.

To be honest, although Xuanci is shameless, he is doing it to protect the reputation of Shaolin. He is still very scrupulous about some things. For example, in this case, Xuanci will definitely let Zhang Cuishan save the child first, but this monk Kongzhi not only Not letting Zhang Cuishan save the child, but using this as a threat to force Zhang Cuishan to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts, such behavior is not only shameless, it is simply despicable.

"Evil thief! Put down the child!"

Wang Yuan believed that he would never let go of any opportunity to win Zhang Cuishan's favor. Seeing Zhang Cuishan being stopped by Sankong, Wang Yuan gave a loud shout, used Qinggong and jumped to the door of the main hall. Using his internal energy, he struck out with "My Buddha's Mercy". He patted the Mongolian soldier head-on.

[My Buddha's Compassion] is a move in the Great Vajra Palm that splits the air. It requires extremely deep internal strength as the foundation. Once the palm is struck, it can be felt several meters away. The surging palm force almost condenses into substance. All the people in the hall are Everyone marveled at Wang Yuan's cultivation.

However, the Mongolian soldier raised his head with a look of disdain, stopped Zhang Wuji with one hand, raised his right hand, and patted Wang Yuan.

"Bang!!!"

The palms of the two faced each other. Wang Yuan and the Mongolian soldier each took two steps back. At the same time, a cold air spread to the surroundings. Everyone in the hall suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming, and their bodies felt inexplicably cold.

"Haha!" The Mongolian soldier smiled slightly and said with some surprise: "You monk's palms are so fierce! I almost got hit!"

Even so, everyone can see that the Mongolian soldier received such a powerful palm from Wang Yuan with ease, which shows that this man has strong cultivation, which is rare in the world!

Wang Yuan, on the other hand, looked solemn and stared at the Mongolian soldiers without saying a word, his teeth chattering and chattering.

Damn, the palm power of this Mongolian soldier was so cold that Wang Yuan felt ice piercing his bones and indescribable pain. Fortunately, Wang Yuan had the indestructible Vajra power to protect his body, and he also had the power to change tendons and nerves.

With the inner force working, I slowly regained my strength.

"Are you okay?" Mario asked in a private message.

"This Mongolian soldier is difficult to deal with! He is a big boss." Wang Yuan said firmly.

Wang Yuan just used the move "I have mercy", and the palm power was extremely strong. Even a master of the level of Wudang Seven Heroes would be seriously injured if he received a slap. However, this Mongolian soldier just used a light palm to resolve it.

Wang Yuan's palm power also caused Wang Yuan to suffer a great loss, which shows that this person has a high level of cultivation.

Wang Yuan originally thought that this Mongolian soldier was just a passerby. Who would have thought that this man turned out to be a tough guy?

The five major sects are already difficult to deal with, and with such a helper, no matter how high Wang Yuan's cultivation is, he is still no match for them.

Sure enough, game designers are the most shameless people. After all, this is an earth-shattering mission, and it is not easy to complete by opportunism. You are not an enemy of Zhang Sanfeng, right? The system has created another boss.

"Xuanming Divine Palm!"

Just when Wang Yuan was thinking about what to do next, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Master Baishu has been dead for thirty years. I didn't expect anyone to know this sinister palm technique!"

"hiss……"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's voice, everyone in the hall was shocked.

Zhang Sanfeng's voice was not loud, almost muttering to himself, but the hundreds of noisy people in the hall could hear it clearly, as if someone was whispering in his ear, as if pure internal energy was simply unheard.

"Ha ha!"

The Mongolian soldier laughed and said: "As expected of Master Zhang of Wudang, he lived more than a hundred years in vain, he is indeed insightful! Let your disciple tell the whereabouts of Xie Xun, otherwise..."

"Get in!"

Before the Mongolian soldier finished speaking, his shoulders suddenly sank, and a hand pressed on his shoulders.

"???"

The Mongolian soldier's expression froze, and he quickly turned around, only to see Zhang Sanfeng appearing behind him at some point.

"!!!"

When everyone in the hall saw this scene, their jaws immediately dropped to the ground.

Even Wang Yuan and Mario had their eyes widened, their heads filled with questions and exclamations.

This... what kind of god is this?

Zhenwu Hall is the largest hall in Wudang Mountain. There are hundreds of people in the hall without feeling crowded. Zhang Sanfeng's location is more than ten feet away from the door.

With such a long distance apart, Zhang Sanfeng actually appeared quietly behind the Mongolian soldier at the door without anyone noticing. His skill was so brilliant that it is difficult to describe it. Not to mention everyone in the hall saw him.

I don't even dare to think about it.

Sankong's face turned blue and white.

God knows who gave them the courage to challenge an existence of this level.
Chapter completed!