Begin as a centenarian Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 37 Battle of Basiba on the Top of Kunlun Mountain
In Zhenwu Hall, Miejue Shi looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly, and finally said.

"Master Zhang, after two months, you really want to fight that Basiba Kunlun Mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded lightly, "That's right, this is something that has already been agreed upon. Even though Basiba is the number one Imperial Master of the Nenggu Kingdom, the old Taoist will not necessarily lose to him!"

Zhang Sanfeng still has very strong confidence in himself.

Although Ba Siba is powerful, in his eyes, he may not be stronger than him. In the whole world, no one can block his way!

Juejue Shitai continued, "That Basiba is powerful. I investigated him when the Yuan army attacked the six major sects. He has practiced in Mongolia for dozens of years, and his single-handed spiritual method is hard to defend against. It can even be said that he is more powerful than Jiuyin." The soul-shifting method recorded in the scriptures is even more mysterious!"

Miejue Shitai was very afraid, "Although I haven't seen it, the rumors are indeed true!"

A look of shame appeared on Song Yuanqiao's face. Now they are incompetent disciples who can't even beat other people's disciples, and they still have to rely on their own master.

"The old master knows, and when the time comes to fight, he will definitely pay attention!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, a look of coldness appeared on his face.

"The Shaolin Temple really deserves to be the world's number one martial arts orthodox system. When the enemy is in danger, they don't think about defending their home and country, so they close the temple like a turtle!"

Both Song Yuanqiao and Miejue Shitai remained silent. What Shaolin Temple did was really too much.

Among the five sects, the other sects fought bloody battles, even the shameless Xian Yutong bravely killed the enemy and served the country with his death.

Only Shaolin, being a turtle with a shrunken head, really insulted the reputation of Patriarch Bodhidharma.

"Since they want to close the temple, let him keep it closed. After the battle with that Basiba, the old Taoist will go to Shaolin Temple in person and let them close the temple for a hundred years!"

Zhang Sanfeng's face was as cold as ice, obviously, Shaolin Temple's actions had made him feel murderous!
"For two months, you don't have to bother me. The Yuan army should not attack the mountain again. Since we are going to fight the first national division, why not prepare well."

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he lifted his feet and left, directly entering a secret room in the deepest part of the Zhenwu Hall.

He has never been to this secret room before, but it was established two or thirty years ago, and it is very good to use it for him to retreat now!

Time flew by, two months flew by completely, and there were only two or three days left before the ninth day of the Double Ninth Festival in September.

On Wudang Mountain, at some point, a heavy atmosphere filled the air.

Behind the Zhenwu Hall, in the secret room that had not been moved for two months, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

As time passed, the sound of footsteps became louder and louder, and after a while, an old man with a fairy style stepped out!

"In two months, I have reached the peak state, so Ba Siba should have already been prepared!"

Zhang Sanfeng gazed into the distance, as if he traveled through many spaces, and collided with the eyes of another master of martial arts.

Walking out of the Hall of True Martial Arts, Zhang Sanfeng saw Song Yuanqiao who was waiting at a glance. In Song Yuanqiao's hand, he was holding a beautiful Taoist robe with a sword!

"Master, the battle is approaching, and Wudang Mountain disciples can't help Master, so they specially embroidered a real martial arts robe for Master. I hope Master will come back proudly. This is the heart of all Wudang Mountains."

Song Yuanqiao presented a taoist robe, the whole body of the taoist robe was snow white, only the back was embroidered with a beautiful Yin Yang Tai Chi picture.

At first glance, this pattern seems to be flowing gently on the robe. The entire body of this robe is made of the finest silk!

"You are paying attention!"

With a smile on Zhang Sanfeng's face, after putting on the Taoist robe, after thinking about it, he finally took a real sword in his hand that he had never used against the enemy.

"Go as a teacher!"

Zhang Sanfeng walked down the mountain leisurely and melodiously, just a few ordinary steps, but the speed was extremely fast.

Soon, Song Yuanqiao could no longer see Zhang Sanfeng.

In the depths of Kunlun Mountains, on the top of a huge peak soaring into the clouds, Basiba has already sat cross-legged, like a stone sitting withered, calm and calm.

After getting off Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng rushed all the way to Kunlun Mountain. There were still two and a half days left before September [-]th. He was not in a hurry, and there was enough time!

At the foot of the mountain at this time, although the flames of war are still raging, it is much better than the chaos a few months ago. At least, on the Wudang Mountain side, the raging Yuan army is no longer visible!
"I hope that you, Zhu Yuanzhang, can still be here, pushing all the way, ruling the world, ascending the throne and proclaiming emperor, so that the people of the world can live a stable life!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the devastated land, and then rushed towards Kunlun Mountain. He could feel that Ba Siba was waiting for him there!
On the top of Kunlun Mountain, Basiba, dressed in black and sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes. Zhang Sanfeng is almost here!

A quarter of an hour passed, and footsteps sounded on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng walked towards him step by step under Basiba's gaze!

"Your Excellency, you must be Basiba, the first Imperial Imperial Master of Mongolia!"

Zhang Sanfeng was the first to speak, these two people, one in a gray Taoist robe and the other in black, like the darkness of an abyss, never see the light, they seem to be natural opponents!

Ba Siba got up, and took a deep look at Zhang Sanfeng, "Yes, I am Ba Siba, the real Zhang Wudang of the Central Plains, and I really deserve my reputation."

The two looked at each other, smiled lightly, and said nothing, as if they already knew each other's strength.

"Let's do it, I hope Master Zhang, don't let me down!"

Ba Siba's face was pale, and a sonorous sound came out, shaking the towering ancient trees around him.

Immediately afterwards, he slapped out brazenly, and there seemed to be endless power in that not-so-tall body of Basiba. This length gave him the feeling of invincibility, as if he could not escape from heaven or earth!

The surging palm power bloomed wantonly, and some big trees around began to vibrate crazily, and large leaves fell from them.

"Good palm!"

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils shrank fiercely, even he couldn't dodge this palm, he could only face it head-on.

This palm has already stood at the pinnacle of the world of relying on the sky to slay dragons. Even if it is as powerful as his Wudang Seven Heroes and Seven Section Formation, he will fall under this palm!

"Red Flame Palm!"

Zhang Sanfeng slapped out a palm, and the powerful palm force spread in all directions, sweeping and rolling.

A fiery feeling like the scorching sun in May quickly swept across the top of Kunlun Mountain, making the falling dead leaves almost burn. This fiery color made Ba Siba frown!
boom!
The two palms collided in mid-air, creating a boundless heat wave, and the heat wave spread to the big tree in the sky, causing wounds the size of bowls to burst.

have equal shares!

The blows of the two were evenly divided, and it was almost a tie.

The only difference is that in the eyes of the two of them, there is a light that is serious to the limit.

The opponents are all the top masters of a country, Zhang Sanfeng represents the peak of the martial arts pyramid in the Central Plains, and Basiba is the strongest national teacher of Mongolia in the past century.

The battle between the two is not only a collision of force, but also a collision between two countries. Both of them have the belief of invincibility in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)