The strongest college of the heavens

Master Huang Yao behind Zhang Sanfeng let out a long sigh of relief, his eyelids kept beating, and he kept comforting himself.

"I don't know why I miss Ouyang Feng."

Thinking of the scene where he beat Ouyang Feng to death with his palm, Huang Yaoshi suddenly felt much calmer.

"I'm a student of Zhutian College, and I'm still the head teacher of the junior class promised by the dean. If you really can't understand the situation..."

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his long white hair swaying without wind, and his neat and simple Taoist robes fluttered. He glanced at the monks of Shaolin Temple expressionlessly, his eyes were extremely deep.

If he was still the aging Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang sect, he might still find a way to resolve it peacefully today.

Unfortunately, he is not now.

He is now a student of Zhutian College, the future head teacher of the junior class appointed by the dean.

If he backed down in the face of mere Shaolin Temple, where would he put Zhutian Academy?

How can he be worthy of the dean's careful cultivation?

"The Shaolin Temple has not given a positive statement about my master's matter."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes became deeper and deeper, the grievance between him and Shaolin Temple did not happen overnight.

His master Jueyuan was forced to death by the Shaolin Temple, and he was also hunted down by the Shaolin Temple for a while before he rose up.

What's more, he also heard from Zhang Cuishan that the dean told Zhang Cuishan about his future.

If Zhutian Academy hadn't appeared, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu would have killed themselves under the coercion of the various sects headed by Shaolin Temple on his [-]th birthday.

His disciple, Zhang Wuji, will also be seriously injured and tortured.

He himself, his third apprentice Yu Lianzhou, and his family of five apprentices all received great favor from the headmaster.

Strictly speaking, the entire Wudang sect is greatly favored by the headmaster.

The red electric demon beef is a treasure that can only be exchanged by the students of Zhutian College, but Shen Wen did not restrict him from giving it to his apprentices.

Otherwise, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou would not be able to reach this level within 20 to [-] years, or even longer, if they wanted to become masters of the Acquired Realm Consummation.

"Guru~"

The monks who could still stand in Shaolin Temple all looked terrified and their pupils narrowed sharply, as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

If their legs were not so frightened, they might not be able to resist running away.

How can a person be so strong?

One against a thousand?

Do not!

Yes, sweeping away thousands of troops, defeating thousands of troops.

Zhang Sanfeng is the real enemy of a thousand people, and ten thousand people avoid him.

With a single sound, nearly a thousand of their monks were almost heartbroken, wishing that everything in front of them was just a nightmare, and they could wake up sooner.

"How to do?"

Abbot Kong Wen, Kong Xing, and Kong Zhi, the famous Shaolin monks, and even Du Jie and Du Nan among the three crossings all cast their horrified eyes on Du E.

Zhang Sanfeng asked Du E to reorganize the language.

The life and death of their Shaolin Temple, and the life and death of nearly a thousand Shaolin monks, all depended on Du Er's next sentence.

"Uncle, you must think about what to say."

Abbot Kongwen, Kongxing, and Kongzhi, the juniors of Duer, had their hearts pounding, their complexions were sallow, their limbs were a little out of control, and they were trembling slightly, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger.

revenge?

Intimidate Wudang Mountain and make the Wudang faction succumb?

And the Wudang faction lose both?

Who said this, how could they not know.

"Brother, the fate of Shaolin Temple depends on your next sentence."

Even with the dispositions of Du Jie and Du Nan, they were still in a panic at this time, for fear that Du E would say a wrong sentence.

At this moment, they didn't have any confidence when they came, only endless shock and horror.

Zhang Sanfeng's strength has surpassed their imagination, reaching the legendary realm where one person can suppress the entire Shaolin Temple.

"Perhaps only when Patriarch Bodhidharma comes back from the dead can he compete with him."

"I······"

Under the gazes of all the monks with complex emotions such as anxiety, fear, anticipation, etc., and under the gazes of Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi and others, Du Erdou's sweat beads are constantly flowing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Drawn from the forehead, the one eye was covered with bloodshot eyes, as if it was about to fall off.

In less than ten breaths, sweat wet the ground in front of him.

Du E could feel the coldness emanating from Zhang Sanfeng, as long as what he said below did not meet Zhang Sanfeng's expectations.

Of the nearly a thousand monks who went up the mountain, maybe none of them even thought of going down the mountain.

If all these nearly thousand monks perish, Shaolin Temple will exist in name only.

In order to make the Wudang sect surrender, they brought all the masters from Shaolin Temple, leaving behind only a group of ordinary disciples and a few second-rate masters, just putting on a show to prevent people from going up the mountain to steal.

Du E didn't know how long it had passed, every breath passed, his body seemed to be placed on a huge boulder, making him more and more out of breath.

In the end, Due even felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his eyes were a little blurred.

If you directly admit defeat, Shaolin Temple will become the laughing stock of the world. Even if it is washed for hundreds of years, it will not be able to wash away these shames.

However, if you continue to resist, it doesn't take hundreds of years, just tens of breaths, and the nearly thousand monks in Shaolin Temple may be buried on Wudang Mountain.

"Du'er pays homage to Master Uncle."

Under such tremendous oppression, Du'er's mind was like an ore that had been squeezed to the extreme, and a ray of essence was refined out of it. With a plop, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed.

Yup!

Our own people, everyone is our own people!

There is no need to be so serious, everything can be discussed.