Begin as a centenarian Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 32
In the Zhenwu Great Hall, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were tightly closed, and there was a terrifying energy leaking from his body, there was no one within three feet, if there was anyone, he might be pushed away by the real power in an instant.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Sanfeng finally opened his eyes and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

After more than two months of retreat, his control over the Great Teleportation of the Universe has truly reached the pinnacle of perfection.

That is to say, he inherited Zhang Sanfeng's memory of martial arts, otherwise, he doesn't know how long it will be until he wants to comprehend the great teleportation of the universe!
"The strength has improved to a higher level, but I don't know what's going on outside!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, since the fall of Cheng Kun, Yuan Ting seemed to have become restless, sending troops everywhere, wreaking havoc everywhere!

Zhang Sanfeng got up and came to the Zhenwu Hall, when he appeared, he saw Miejue Shitai with a torn robe and a pale face!
"Master Miejue? What's going on with Mrs. Tai, why did she become like this?"

A bad premonition appeared in Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

That Song Yuanqiao was talking with Miejue Shitai, when he heard a noise suddenly, when he saw Zhang Sanfeng, Miejue Shitai couldn't help getting excited.

"Master Zhang, it can be said that the world is in chaos now, and the only six sects are Wudang, and Emei is still holding on!"

"what happened?"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned.

"More than a month ago, the Yuan Court sent troops straight into our six major factions. Although our six major factions tried their best to resist, how could manpower resist the army. Now that Shaolin Temple has closed the temple and cannot retreat, the Yuan soldiers are helpless. As for Kunlun The three sects of Kongtong and Huashan have long been destroyed, and the masters in the sect are destroyed in one fell swoop, and there is not one left."

Miejue Shitai finished speaking, and then looked at Zhang Sanfeng expectantly, hoping that Zhang Sanfeng could figure out a way.

"Is Yuan Ting impatient to wait so soon?"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered, he had already given Wu Mu's suicide note to Yang Xiao, which was equivalent to giving it to Mingjiao.

Then Zhu Yuanzhang was in the Ming religion, and in the original book, Zhu Yuanzhang inherited the world, inherited the great order, and ascended the throne as emperor.

Now with the help of Wu Mu's suicide note in this life, I believe that with Zhu Yuanzhang's talent, he will be able to shine, but now Yuanting's counterattack is a bit tricky!
"Emei will first settle on my Wudang Mountain. Although the environment of my Wudang Mountain is not very good, I can still be satisfied with enough food and drink."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Miejue Shitai and said again, "Master Tai, do you know that Basiba, the first royal imperial teacher of Mongolia?"

Miejue Shitai shook his head, "I've never heard of it, but in Mongolia, there is a supreme master, Sanger, who is probably not weaker than Yang Dingtian back then, but the first-class master."

Song Yuanqiao said on the side, "That Sanger went to my Wudang Mountain two months ago, and was cut off by his master! And that Basiba is Sanger's master!"

Miejue Shitai was horrified, "Sanger's master? Then Sanger's strength is almost invincible, so what kind of character is his master?"

Miejue Shitai set off a stormy sea in his heart.

He obtained the Nine Yin Manual two or three months ago, and now he has been practicing hard and his strength has greatly increased, but he is still not sure that he can beat Na Sange, Na Sange's master, how terrifying it must be, I am afraid that in the middle of the fight, the Central Plains Wulin will be vulnerable!
"That Basiba, and the old Taoist made an appointment to fight Kunlun Mountain on September [-]th, but they didn't expect that they would send out troops now and sweep my Central Plains martial arts!"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and at that moment, he said again, "I'll go down the mountain to see what strength that Yuanbing has!"

Before the words finished, Zhang Sanfeng's body had disappeared, and at that speed, Miejue Shitai's pupils shrank.

Her strength is now even better than Song Yuanqiao, but when facing Zhang Sanfeng, she still feels unfathomable.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, Wudang disciples were all gearing up to look at thousands of yuan soldiers several miles away. Although their bodies were stained with blood, their eyes were extremely sharp, like swords drawn out of their sheaths.

These Wudang disciples have experienced battles and baptisms, and overall, they are even better!
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng coming, these disciples cheered up and shouted in unison, "I have seen the Patriarch, I will definitely protect Wudang, and prevent these Tartars from stepping into my Wudang!"

Numerous Wudang disciples rushed straight to the sky like a rainbow, and they held sharp swords with murderous aura.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, "You are all good men of my Wudang. It is your mission to drive out the Tartars and restore China to us. For the country and the people, you are the great heroes. You must keep these eight words in your heart and engrave them in your mind." inside!"

Zhang Sanfeng's real strength surged, and he passed it for several miles, almost all the people in Wudang Mountain could hear it clearly!
The next moment, Zhang Sanfeng tapped his toes, and immediately jumped a hundred meters, rushing towards the barracks of the Yuan soldiers.

Back then, he alone wiped out a 2000-strong yuan soldier squad, but now there are only more than 1000 people in front of him, so he is naturally not afraid!
"Is the Patriarch going to fight this Yuan soldier with his own strength?"

"It looks like it is, but it is an elite army of more than 1000."

Some disciples opened their mouths. Even the most powerful fighters should be vulnerable in front of the army. Is my ancestor going to break this rule?

On the opposite side, the commander of Yuan Bing looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was rushing to kill the second one, he spat hard, raised the sharp knife in his hand, and swung it forward fiercely.

"Good men of the Yuan Dynasty, kill this old Taoist, and be promoted to commander-in-chief, and you will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"

"Whirring whirring!"

"Kill!"

The next moment, the shouts and the sound of charging and killing of the Yuan soldiers covered up the voice of the commander. They came rushing like a torrential rain coming from the sky!

"Red Flame Palm!"

"boom!"

Zhang Sanfeng was still ten meters away, but he slapped a red flame palm. After two months of seclusion and cultivation, his real strength became stronger, almost no longer like ordinary people.

As the internal force circulates in the body, it is almost endless, and Zhang Sanfeng's whole body has almost turned into a shattered body.A perpetual motion machine that never stops!
"boom!"

This palm turned into a big three-meter-high handprint, and it was firmly imprinted on the body of the most comprehensive yuan soldier.

Immediately, dozens of yuan soldiers screamed and fell off their horses. Just this blow took away the lives of dozens of elite soldiers!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, everyone opened their mouths wide open, looking at the dozens of Yuan soldiers who died tragically, and at the patriarch who was dancing wildly and murderously, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

"The patriarch is mighty, the patriarch is mighty, behead the Yuan army, behead the Yuan army."

The commander of the Yuan Bing Tarzi also seemed to feel Zhang Sanfeng's strength, he couldn't help but rein in his horse, and retreated vigorously!
"Today, you are all going to die!"

Zhang Sanfeng yelled angrily, he didn't hold back his hands any more, he twisted his body, his palms were like swimming yin and yang fish, and slowly spun.

(End of this chapter)