Zhang Sanfeng looked at Jueming who was full of momentum and couldn't help but nod. Jueming's strength was no longer a master in today's martial arts world.

It is hard to have a rival in the world. Judging from him, even Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Ming Cult, was probably just like this!

"Jueming, your strength is very good, but you are already in your 80s. If you have to compete with the old Taoist for internal strength, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Jueming lightly, but he didn't expect Jueming to burst into laughter.

"I have lived enough for more than 80 years. This time, a hearty battle with you, Zhang Sanfeng, is what I wish for. What's more, Zhang Sanfeng, you are twenty years older than me, and I may not lose to you even if you grow or fall!"

Jueming coldly exited, and then the energy surged out of his body, and pointed at Zhang Sanfeng with one finger. This finger was fast and fast, with a sharp momentum of moving forward and the power of breaking mountains and cracking stones!

"Good come!"

Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed, Jueming used the powerful Vajra finger, which was obviously to test his skills.

"The old Taoist has gained some understanding recently and created a Fiery Divine Palm. I just don't know if it can compete with the powerful Vajra Finger of Shaolin Temple!"

Zhang Sanfeng let out a long roar, and his body was covered with a long red veil, just like the light before the phoenix's Nirvana.

The next moment, he swept away with his palm, and the surging internal force of the flames rushed towards Jueming like a sea of ​​rushing seas, even causing the people around him to feel a ray of hot breath.

"What a powerful martial art. Unexpectedly, Zhenren Zhang created another unprecedented martial art. He is really the last master of the martial arts world today!"

Someone exclaimed and looked at the martial arts he was performing intently, his eyes full of excitement.

Song Yuanqiao was shocked. Zhang Sanfeng gave this martial arts to him not long ago, but he didn't care.

Now that the master has used it, he didn't expect that the power is so terrifying. This flame god palm is probably not inferior to the Xuanming god palm. No, it is better.

Facing this palm, Jueming dared not underestimate it, and the power in his hand was exerted to the extreme.

However, facing Zhang Sanfeng's overwhelming palm power, he still had no strength. He was directly knocked back by this terrifying palm, and his robe was stained with slight burnt black.

Wudang's internal power is originally pure yang. After adding the Nine Yang Divine Power, it becomes fierce pure yang. Zhang Sanfeng took a different approach and created a terrifying and boundless palm technique.

"You are indeed a genius who has never been born in the martial arts world today. This palm technique has surpassed the Xuanming Divine Palm of that year."

Jueming's face was cold, and a trace of pale flashed across it. Zhang Sanfeng was too powerful, and he was simply an inability to cross the mountain, giving him endless pressure.

"The Wuxiangjie tribulation is a designated universe!"

Suddenly, Jueming roared and his body disappeared immediately.

When it appeared the next moment, it was already above Zhang Sanfeng's head, and then pointed it out with a fierce point, turning into a long dragon of energy and sweeping down!

"This finger will not be in vain for your thirty years of hard work!"

Zhang Sanfeng's face looked slightly solemn. This finger could threaten him. Even if it was him, he had to concentrate on dealing with it.

With a slight wave of his sleeve, Zhang Sanfeng was in front of him, outlining an extremely Hunyuan pattern.

My heart moved, and then my true power was injected into it. In an instant, a black and white millstone was generated in front of Zhang Sanfeng. The Yin and Yang millstone slowly rotated, and a strange thought suddenly rose in everyone's hearts!

This millstone seems to have no breakage even if the sky collapses and the earth sinks, as if as long as it is there, it will be eternal, invincible, and invincible.

Jueming's pupils suddenly shrank fiercely. Looking at the black and white millstone, his eyes emitted an incredible light, and even his body began to tremble.

"What is this, you?"

Jueming asked tremblingly, is he really not as good as Zhang Sanfeng? After thirty years of hard work, he has practiced the Wuxiangjie Finger.

But Zhang Sanfeng created another system. From this Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, he understood that Zhang Sanfeng had reached another level, which was a level that he could not catch up with in his life.

"I, I lost!"

Jueming sighed deeply, Wuxiangjie pointed out that he had lost Jueming's power support and greatly reduced his power. When he fell in front of Zhang Sanfeng's Yin and Yang pattern, there was no more power, and it was directly eliminated invisibly.

"Kongwen, let's go, stop provoking Wudang again. Zhang Sanfeng is indeed worthy of becoming a supreme master of the generation who will carry forward the past and open up the future!"

After Jueming said that, he sighed slowly, and his body moved away. Kong Wen was naturally disheartened when he saw that his uncle-like figures were defeated.

"Zhang Zhenren, say goodbye!"

After saying that, Kong Wen took Shaolin disciples and hurried down the mountain. Without Shaolin, the entire Wudang Mountain was empty in an instant.

The rest is not about coming to trouble Mount Wudang, but about people in the martial arts world who are just watching the lively.

"Everyone, it's almost noon. Do you still ask me to treat you to a meal in Wudang Mountain?"

Song Yuanqiao smiled slightly. At this moment, these people in the martial arts world smiled awkwardly and immediately went down the mountain. Wudang Mountain was indeed not easy to mess with.

After everyone left, Zhang Sanfeng let out a deep breath and his face turned pale.

The Tai Chi pattern just started, which really caused him serious damage. Although he had already deduced most of the true meaning of Tai Chi, he has not yet fully controlled it.

Now that I have forced it to use it, my true power has been damaged, but it has completely shocked the entire martial arts world!

“Master, how do you feel?”

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng's face and said worriedly that Wudang now must have Zhang Sanfeng, the Dinghai Sword Needle.

"Not hindrance, it's just that the true power is a little damaged!"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and went back to Zhenwu Hall. He wanted to breathe and recover. People of his age must not be injured. Once injured, they will never be able to recover.

"Zhang Zhenren wait!"

Suddenly, a thick voice sounded on Wudang Mountain.

Hearing this voice, Song Yuanqiao was stunned at first, and then his face suddenly changed. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a hidden robe and a solemn and solemn face slowly speaking.

"Mongol?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at the man dressed in a very Mongolian costume and his face slightly darkened.

The master is in a bad state, and the person in front of him looks unfathomable. Moreover, why would a Mongolian come here at this time? Could this be what Cheng Kun did?

Zhang Sanfeng stopped, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man in a hidden robe, "Your Excellency has a profound cultivation level and is a top-notch master in the world. How dare you ask who is from Mongolia? What's the matter when you come to Wudang Mountain?"

Zhang Sanfeng asked indifferently, "Don't hurry or slow down." Although his true power was a little damaged, he would not be afraid of anyone in the world."

The Mongolian in the hidden robe smiled slightly and nodded slightly to Zhang Sanfeng.
Chapter completed!