Vol 13 Chapter 270: Demon Sword God Zhang Sanfeng

It was the first time in recent years that Hou Tu saw Hong Yun being so interested in a person. After thinking for a while, he said: "Although you won't accept disciples, you can accept disciples on your behalf. You can also add another disciple to Xuan'er. No problem."
As soon as Hongyun heard this, he was delighted instantly, not bad! Although he no longer accepts disciples, his disciples can accept disciples. The old way in front of him is the existence that Hongyun admired in his previous life. Now that he has the predestined condition, how can he let it go.
Zhang Sanfeng, a famous Chinese name and a strange man, spanned three dynasties. In the late Song Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty's prosperity and decline, and the rise of the Ming Dynasty, the Wudang Sect was founded, and his talents reached the sky.
Hong Yun didn't expect that Zhang Sanfeng, a character who had died for nearly a thousand years in his previous life, would have traveled to another world, and that time and space had been disordered.
In the previous life, Hongyun admired Zhang Sanfeng very much. His martial arts justice and his bohemian personality are China's iconic figures and the flagpole of China's ancient martial arts.
"Then find a disciple for Xuan'er!" Hong Yun smiled, and then fell on Demon Sword Mountain and came to Zhang Sanfeng. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng who was in Wujian, Hong Yun did not stop, but observed The mystery of sword strokes.
"Tai Chi practitioners, yin and yang, and Tai Chi swordsmanship mainly focus on strength, ingenuity, accuracy, dexterity, and development. Although your qualifications are on the shelves, you are still a little different from the seven disciples that the poor Dao received in China. Practice hard!"
After Zhang Sanfeng finished practicing a set of swordsmanship, he said to the seven disciples and walked to Hongyun. He had discovered Hongyun earlier, but the swordsmanship could not be broken, so he only finished the swordsmanship exercises. Walked to Hong Yun's side.
"My friend can come to Demon Sword Mountain quietly. I want to be a demigod master. I don't know what it is to do here?" Zhang Sanfeng said lightly, looking at the red cloud in front of him. Zhang Sanfeng was already a demon 300 years ago. The sword saint has now become the demon sword god.
"Accept you as a disciple." Hong Yun spit out a few words faintly, but the words were astonishing. When he came to Demon Sword Mountain, he wanted to accept the Demon Sword God as his disciple. I am afraid that it will be laughed out of laughter on the mainland, Sword God, Dharma gods are all supreme beings.
What's more, the Demon Sword God of Demon and Martial Arts has a super high status, and the Demon Sword God can be described as a flawless existence in the Celestial Continent. Close attack, long attack, physical body, and spirit are all extremely powerful existences.
If you want to accept the Demon Sword God as a disciple, at least it is also a true god, and the gods of the God Realm have not come to the Heavenly God Continent for a long time.
"Haha" Zhang Sanfeng laughed. Someone wanted to accept him as a disciple. In the Heavenly God Continent, he was the supreme Demon Sword God. In China, he was the leader of the faction, and even the Taishan Beidou of martial arts.
Now that he heard such a joke, if he wants to accept him as a disciple, I am afraid that only the gods of China and the so-called gods of the gods on the Heavenly God Continent are qualified!
Since he took a nap in Wudang Mountain five hundred years ago, when he thought about coming again, he appeared in this strange place, but no matter where he goes, Zhang Sanfeng is an eye-catching existence, and he will be respected by thousands of people. The presence.
"Why are you laughing?" Houtu looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said faintly, the person in front of him was too ignorant to promote, but he didn't know how many creatures in the Primordial Continent wanted to enter Penglai Island.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled proudly. On the Celestial Continent, Zhang Sanfeng believed that he had no rivals. Even the Pope of the Holy See, the Elf Queen and others were not his opponents, and Zhang Sanfeng was a Chinese race, all the human races of the Celestial Continent, in his opinion All barbarians.
"Poverty Tao has been practicing for more than six hundred years (China has cultivated for more than one hundred years) and has become the Demon Sword God. I don't know what qualifications friends have to accept me as a disciple?" Zhang Sanfeng also has a good personality. If you change to another Sword God or Fashen, has already started.
The disciples of Zhang Sanfeng heard these words and saw this scene again. They all laughed loudly. They did not expect that there would be someone in the Celestial Continent who wanted to accept Zhang Sanfeng as a disciple. They did not know that the Pope came to Mojian Mountain a hundred years ago to ask Zhang Sanfeng to come out. Zhang Sanfeng was forced to throw a thousand catties a hundred li away.
"I'm afraid this person is not stupid! Our master is the number one master of the Celestial God Continent. Even if the emperor of the empire sees him, he must act as a junior."
"Don't talk about the emperor of the empire. The elf queen sees us as a master or holds the gift of the younger generation. What qualifications does this person have to accept our master as a disciple? Does he think she is a god!"
Hong Yun shook his head and said faintly: "Although you have a relationship with me, but you can't be my disciple, you can only be my disciple's disciple. This time, you will be a disciple." Hong Yun said with a kind smile on his face. .
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"Haha"
All of Zhang Sanfeng’s seven disciples laughed. They have seen arrogant people, but they have never seen such arrogant people. They have found the only Demon Sword God in the Heavenly God Continent. This is to be funny. Is it?
Zhang Sanfeng was also a little puzzled looking at Hongyun, but he did not laugh. Then, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes sharpened, and he stared at Hongyun tightly. He always felt that what Hongyun said was wrong, and now he knew what was wrong.
edge! He heard this word in the Celestial Continent. It is not uncommon to hear it in China, but it is different in the Celestial Continent. This is a word that Taoism and Buddhism use well.
"Friends, please." Zhang Sanfeng gestured to Hongyun and Houtu, and used Huaxia's gesture ~EbookFREE.me~ and then led the way.
The disciples of Zhang Sanfeng all watched the change in this scene in a daze. Could it be that their master is really going to be a teacher? No, it's an apprenticeship. After all, Hongyun had just said very clearly that he was accepting apprentices.
When he came to a manor, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Hongyun and Houtu, and directly asked, "I wonder if the two friends are friends of that race?"
Hong Yun smiled. This Zhang Sanfeng was also cautious. For fear that he was a traverser would be leaked, he even asked a meaningful question.
If they came through the same way as Zhang Sanfeng, then they would definitely name one of the 56 ethnic groups in China, and if they did not come through, they would definitely say the race of the Celestial Continent.
"That clan? Am I the Yun clan?" Hongyun looked at Houtu, and seemed to be asking Houtu. Houtu snorted and laughed.
"Sanqing is the younger generation of the poor Dao, Confucius is the disciple of the poor Dao, the Jade Emperor is the clone of the poor Dao, Zhang Sanfeng, who do you mean by the poor Dao?" Hong Yun smiled and looked at Zhang Sanfeng.
"What! Chinese fairy!"