Begin as a centenarian Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 27
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Sanger indifferently, without a trace of contempt in his eyes.

At the age of only 50 years old, Sanger is enough to be called the world's top master.

I am afraid that the seven disciples under his seat must use the real martial arts seven-section formation together to compete, and if they use it alone, they are definitely not the opponent of Sanger in front of them.

Moreover, Ba Siba did not have only one disciple of Sanger, but three disciples. From this, it can be seen that Ba Siba is so powerful!
"If Mongolia really wants me to fight in the Central Plains Wulin, I will defeat the old Taoist first. If I don't defeat the old Taoist, I will wantonly attack my Central Plains Wulin sect. Then don't blame the old Taoist for being ruthless."

A cold light flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes. He always hated the foreign race, Meng Yuan!

Cheng Kun took refuge in Mongolia, and in the original book, it almost caused the entire Central Plains martial arts to kill each other.

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If Zhang Wuji, the true man, was not born, I am afraid that Cheng Kun would have succeeded in all this!

Sanger's face was pale, panting slightly, his face turned pale.

"It's a pity that you, Master Zhang, blocked it. If it wasn't for you, Cheng Kun would have no accidents, and your Central Plains martial arts would be seriously injured. At that time, our Mongol Empire will march straight down. Who among you will be able to resist?"

"Humph!"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, looked at Sanger, and made no secret of the strong murderous intent in his heart.

"Do you really think that the old man dare not kill you?"

The real power in Zhang Sanfeng's body surged, from rigid to soft, and the throughput changed. There was already a terrifying power secretly contained in his palm!

Sanger's face changed, and he looked at Zhang Sanfeng's hands with fear, knowing that he would die here under the force.

"I'm just passing on a message for my master. Daoist Zhang won't do things that make the world laugh at him. What's more, I'm here to fight for my master!"

"What gauntlet?"

The indifference on Zhang Sanfeng's face did not diminish at all, he was already considering whether to keep Sanger in front of him completely!

"Today is May, more than four months later, on September [-], the day of the Double Ninth Festival, my master will invite you to fight in Kunlun Mountain! I don't know if Master Zhang agrees!"

"Master!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly. He knew that Zhang Sanfeng's true strength was damaged, and it would be difficult to recover in four months!
Zhang Sanfeng gave Song Yuanqiao a steady look, and then slowly looked at Sanger, his eyes were as steady as Mount Tai.

"I promised the gauntlet, I won't kill you today, but if you come to Wudang Mountain to lie down, you must leave something behind, right?"

Before the words fell, Zhang Sanfeng had already made a lightning strike, and in his hands, terrifying power bloomed like raging waves.

He stretched out his five fingers like a dragon's claws, and with a light touch, they landed on Sanger's shoulders!

"One arm is enough!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled coldly, looked at Sanger who was completely flustered and terrified, and tore it fiercely, one of Sanger's arms had been completely torn off!

"what!"

Sanger's eyes turned red almost instantly, he let out a painful roar, and broke off an arm. His ten years of hard work were wiped out in one fell swoop!

"Break your arm, are you convinced?"

Zhang Sanfeng said lightly, compared to what Cheng Kun did in the Central Plains martial arts, the Sanger in front of him was just broken, and he felt that Sanger was cheap.

This move is also to tell Ba Siba that his Central Plains Wulin is not a soft persimmon to be slaughtered by others, with Zhang Sanfeng around, the Central Plains Wulin will not be bullied by any foreigners!
"Sanger is convinced! Daoist Zhang is really amazing, I, Sanger, am completely convinced today!"

At this moment, Sanger's face regained his composure. Before coming, he had seen a lot of martial artists in the Central Plains, but they were all vulnerable.

Even among the Ming Cult known as the Central Plains Great Cult, there were only a few who caught his eye.

Now Sanger understands that there are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. The Central Plains, as his master said, capable people come forth in large numbers!

"Tell Ba Siba that I, Zhang Sanfeng, have accepted the challenge, but during this period, if he still sends people with unscrupulous intentions to disrupt my Central Plains martial arts forces, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

Zhang Sanfeng lightly slapped a boulder half the size of a house near Sanger.

With a bang, under the unparalleled strength, the boulder turned into stone chips, flying all over the sky, the boulder weighing thousands of catties, but it couldn't stop Zhang Sanfeng's light blow!
Sanger's pupils were startled, not because of the shattering of the boulder, but because of Zhang Sanfeng's attitude of lifting weights lightly.

He knew that Zhang Sanfeng had a slight insanity injury, but after the battle with him, he could still crush the boulder with such ease, but he had to admire him.

"I will tell the truth to the master, the real person, I bid farewell!"

Sanger arched his hands lightly, resisting the piercing pain, and stepped down Wudang Mountain step by step. This mountain that is not well-known in the Central Plains completely aroused his awe in his heart.

After Sanger left, Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly.

"Master, the injury is serious. That Sanger is indeed very strong, but the disciple has never heard of Ba Siba!"

"It's okay to be a teacher. As for that Basiba, he is the first imperial imperial teacher in Mongolia. Sanger is his disciple, and he has learned his true teaching. His strength is indeed unfathomable!"

Zhang Sanfeng slightly frowned and said, in the original book, there is no figure of Basiba, but he did not expect such an invincible figure to appear in today's world!
It seems that the water in the world of Yitian is not shallow!
In addition to this Mongolian national teacher Basiba, there is also the head teacher of the Persian Mingjiao and the Tantric School of the Western Regions. Among these great schools, there must be some shocking masters.

It's just that it wasn't mentioned in the original book. In a real world, how could there be only those characters mentioned, and those not mentioned may be the scariest.

"Although Sanger is strong, but the disciple waits to stretch out the real martial arts seven-section formation. Although it is difficult to defeat, it should not be a problem to contend."

"That's right. For the next time, you have to take good care of your health. As the master will pass on to you another set of internal strength, try to combine it with the pure yang Wuji power."

"There is also the Red Flame God Palm. You have to learn these things step by step. Martial arts are endless and long. You can't relax yourself. You have to practice hard day after day, and you can finally achieve something!"

"The disciple understands, the master's words, the disciple will definitely take it to heart!"

Song Yuanqiao nodded, seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was really fine, so he went back to discuss cultivation with other senior brothers.

As for Zhang Sanfeng, he naturally went to retreat in the Great Hall of True Martial Arts. The realm of Martial Dao is indeed endless, and only by constantly climbing can one see the peak!

In the main hall, Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged, carefully realizing his own shortcomings.

With the enemies he has faced recently, he has indeed become somewhat confident. He is used to crushing enemies with real strength, but his own martial arts is a bit rusty!

"It seems that we have to buy time to perfect the Dao of Tai Chi. Although I have suffered some backlash today, I have benefited a lot. I have a deeper understanding of the Dao of Tai Chi."

(End of this chapter)