In the Zhenwu Palace, Master Mie Jue looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly and finally said, "Zhang Zhenren, in two months, you really want to fight with the Basiba Kunlun Mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded gently, "Yes, this is something that has been agreed upon long ago. Although Basiba is the best national teacher of the ancient country, the old Taoist may not lose to him!"

Zhang Sanfeng still has very strong confidence in himself. Although Basiba is powerful, in his eyes, he may not be able to be stronger than him. No one in the whole world can stop his path.

Master Mie Jue said, "Na Basiba is powerful. When the Yuan army attacked the six major sects before, I investigated him. He has been practicing in Mongolia for decades and cannot be defended by one's spiritual method. It can even be said that it is even more mysterious than the soul-shifting method recorded in the Nine Yin Scriptures!"

Master Mie Jue was afraid, "Although I have never seen it, the rumors are true!"

A look of shame appeared on Song Yuanqiao's face. Now, these incompetent disciples cannot even beat their disciples, and they have to rely on their masters. It is really embarrassing to throw themselves into their own home.

"I know, and I will definitely pay attention to it when the battle is coming!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and a cold look appeared on his face, "That Shaolin Temple is really worthy of being the world's number one martial arts tyrant. In the face of great enemy and danger, he did not want to defend his country, but he was sealed up like a turtle with his head!"

Song Yuanqiao and Master Mie Jue were both silent. What Shaolin Temple did was a bit too much.

Among the five major sects, the other sects fought bloody battles. Even Xianyutong, who was shameless in nature, fought bravely to fight the enemy and served the country with death. Only Shaolin was the only one who became a turtle, which really humiliated the reputation of the founder of Bodhidharma.

"Since they want to enshrine the temple, he will keep it. After waiting for the battle with Nabasiba, the old Taoist will go to Shaolin Temple in person and ask them to enshrine the temple for a hundred years!"

Zhang Sanfeng's face was already cold as ice.

"In two months, you don't have to disturb me. The Yuan army should not attack the mountain again. Since we are going to fight with the First National Division, we must prepare well."

After Zhang Sanfeng said that, he lifted his foot and left, and went directly into the deepest secret room behind Zhenwu Hall.

He has never been to this secret room. It was established twenty or thirty years ago. It is a great thing to use it for him to retreat now!

Time flies, and soon, two months have passed completely. There are only two or three days left before the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th. A heavy atmosphere can't help but spread on Wudang Mountain.

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

As time passed, the footsteps became louder and louder. After a while, an old man with fairy spirit stepped out!

"In two months, we have reached the peak state. Basiba should be ready too!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked into the distance, as if he had traveled through numerous spaces and collided with a person's eyes.

Walking out of Zhenwu Palace, Zhang Sanfeng saw Song Yuanqiao who was waiting at first sight.

"Master, as the war is approaching, Wudang Mountain disciples cannot help him. They specially embroidered a Zhenwu Taoist robe for their master. I hope that Master will return proudly. This is all the wishes on and off Wudang Mountain."

Song Yuanqiao presented a Taoist robe with a pair of Yin-Yang Tai Chi patterns on the back. When he blinked, it seemed that this Tai Chi diagram was constantly flowing on the robe. The robe was made of the best fabric all over the top.

"You guys have put your heart!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and changed the Taoist robe. After thinking about it, he finally took a Zhenwu sword that he had never used against the enemy before.

"Master, go!"

Zhang Sanfeng walked down the mountain melodiously, just a few steps, but the speed was extremely fast. Soon, Song Yuanqiao could no longer see Zhang Sanfeng.

Deep in Kunlun Mountain, a huge peak towering into the clouds, Basiba was already sitting cross-legged like a stone sitting with a dry wave, calm and unstable.

After getting off Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng rushed to Kunlun Mountain. There were still two and a half days left before September 9th. He was neither anxious nor slow, and time was enough!

Although the war was still flying at the foot of the mountain, it was much better than the chaos a few months ago. At least, there was no longer any raging Yuan army on Wudang Mountain!

"I hope you, Zhu Yuanzhang, can still be here, and will dominate the world, ascend the throne and become emperor, so that the people of the world can live a stable life!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the devastated land, and then ran towards Kunlun Mountain. He could feel that Basiba was waiting for him there!

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, Basiba was wearing black clothes and sitting cross-legged slowly opened her eyes. Zhang Sanfeng, he was about to arrive!

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

"Your Excellency, you are the first imperial imperial commander Basiba in Mongolia!"

Zhang Sanfeng spoke first. The two men, one in gray-white Taoist robe and the other in black, were like the night in the abyss, and they would never see the light. They seemed to be their natural opponent!

Basiba stood up and took a deep look at Zhang Sanfeng, "Yes, I am Basiba, Zhang Zhenren from Wudang, Central Plains, is indeed well-deserved."

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly, without saying anything, as if they had already known each other's strength.

"Let's take action, I hope Zhenren Zhang will not let me down!"

Basiba's face looked faint, and a clanging voice came out, shaking the towering ancient trees around him.

Immediately afterwards, he slapped his palm. In the not-tall body of Basiba, there seemed to be endless power. This length gave him an invincible feeling, as if he could not avoid it even from heaven and earth!

The surging palm power bloomed freely, and some big trees around began to shake wildly, falling large pieces of leaves from it.

"Good palm power!"

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils shrank violently. Even he could not avoid this palm, and he could only fight with him head-on.

This palm has already stood at the peak of the world of the Heavenly Dragon Slaying World. Even if it is as powerful as his Wudang Seven Heroes and Seven Cutout Formation, it will fall under this palm!

"Red Flame Divine Palm!"

Zhang Sanfeng slapped out his 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, causing the fallen dead leaves to almost burn. This fiery color made Basiba frown!

Bang!

These two palms collided in the air, stirring up endless heat waves. The heat waves hit the sky tree and burst out wounds as big as bowls.

have equal shares!

The two of them had a equal blow, and almost no winner.

The only difference is that there was a glimmer of solemnity in the eyes of both of them.

The opponents are all top experts in a country. Zhang Sanfeng represents the peak of the Central Plains Martial Arts Pyramid, while Basiba is the strongest national teacher in Mongolia in a century.
Chapter completed!