Chapter 47: I want to challenge him.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, all slightly silent, they are not their kendo, but some kendo is farther than they are, and found a next direction.
They are in a state without swords, and there is no way to fight without swords. They are not necessarily suitable for them. However, victory is victory, defeat is defeat, and lonely and lonely Ye Gucheng, disdain to sophistry, what he will, after his day, must exceed the kendo in front of him. Create the sixth realm, the seventh realm, and even the tenth realm.
They are more than the current kendo sentiment, not the future.
If it is, the man will fight with his own life and death, and he will die when he dies. There is still a way forward.
After Ye Gucheng came down from the martial arts stage, Yang Guo also walked down. He went up just to prove that the Solitary Nine Swords would not be defeated. The only one who lost the sword was the sword.
After the two went down, on the stage, there was no one to go up, and they connected up to two people. One person was superb in swordsmanship, and one person’s swordsmanship theory was even more disdainful. How did they go up?
This is going up again. If it is too different from the former two people, it is not a famous name. If you are not careful, you will be smashed into a chicken.
"Is there still someone going up?" Zhou Yang slightly felt a little emotion. Yang Guo was a rare clever protagonist in Jin Yong's pen. He glanced at the week and asked, after reading the sword, is there any other weapon?
"Amitabha." A lightly screaming Buddha sounded in Zhou Yang's ear, Zhou Yang suddenly felt a shock, and some stiff turned his head.
A young monk dressed in a gray robes, walked quickly toward him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"The shopkeeper, it’s great to see you." The monk of Jueyuan, some excited, said that since all the martial arts cheats in the Tibetan Golden Pavilion were lost, he was sleepy. On that day, after he left the Tibetan Classics, only Zhou Yang In the Tibetan Classics, then he must know who stole the secrets of the Tibetan Classics.
"The owner, who had found out that I entered the Tibetan Classics on that day?" Looking at his face and looking forward to seeing his own feelings, if Zhou Yang didn't know the character of Yuan Yuan, he had already passed.
At the same time, there are also some headaches. The monk of the Shaolin Temple passed by the heroic heroes of the Condor Heroes, I am afraid that one person does not know that the secret of the Tibetan Classics is that he "takes".
"Cough cough ······ I saw a dark shadow that day, the shadow is very fast, I didn't see who it is?" Zhou Yang is a little embarrassed, it is troublesome to meet honest people, he is honest, you are not I am willing to bully him.
"That thank you to the owner, Xiao Xiao went back." Jue Yuan monk, his eyes revealed a deep disappointment.
"Well, Master Yuan Yuan, this Jiuyang Zhenjing and the three styles come to the palm of your hand. You take it back to Shaolin Temple and tell you the abbot, and say that I am sending it." Zhou Yang took two copies from his arms. Cheats, handed to the distant monk.
Although the cheats of the Tibetan Classics Hall are gone, most of the cheats and the monks of the Shaolin Temple have cultivation. They can copy one copy, and naturally they will not break the inheritance. The real loss is the long-standing martial arts of Shaolin Temple. Feeling.
"The owner, never, how can Shaolin Temple take your cheats." The distant monk shook his head and refused.
"Let you hold, you will hold, don't talk so much nonsense." Zhou Yang directly put the cheats in the mind of the distant and distant monk.
"I have seen the owner, see ··················································································
The monk of Jueyuan, some embarrassed to scratch his bald head, the of the shopkeeper, called him a master, how the white hair of the eyes, the old man of the sacred wind bones, also called him a master.
"Name: Zhang Sanfeng.
Identity: Heaven and Dragon Slayer, the world of martial arts.


I have seen, Zhang’s predecessors.
Zhou Yang said slightly, this is the real cow-forced figure. In Jin Yong’s martial arts, it can be said that the longest living person is clearly recorded, across the gods, the heavens, the two worlds. .
Zhang Sanfeng’s face is hard to say.
The shopkeeper, I don’t know if I can, find a person to compare? The realm of that person has not yet reached the congenital state.

"I don't know who?" Zhou Yang was curious.
"He." Followed by Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, Zhou Yang was slightly surprised, turned out to be a little monk.
There is also some curiosity on the side of the sense, but this look, some horror, how can there be another one? It’s just a long time.
Next to him, is a small, seemingly young, nostalgic, bright pair of big eyes, full of curiosity around.
"Are you sure?" Zhou Yang's face is slightly weird. Is there anything weird about this Mitutoyo?
"Yes." Zhang Sanfeng looked pale.
"Yes." Zhou Yang gently nodded his head and let Zhang Sanfeng inherit his human feelings. Later, there was something to help him, and he was not good at demeaning.
Zhang Sanfeng heard the words, his face changed slightly, there was bitterness, memories, unforgettable, sadness, and mixed emotions in his eyes.
"Wudang ladder clouds!"
Zhang Sanfeng walked a step forward gently. Every step was very slow. Under the stunned eyes of the crowd, he walked step by step to the sky and slowly walked toward the stage.
"Who is this person?" Everyone was shocked, and Zhou Yang was able to change to Taiwan. That is, everyone thought that his god's identity was only awe, and the old man in front of him was obviously a warrior.
Looking at the sky, calmly calm Zhang Sanfeng, iron bile Zhu Zhu ignored, Zhuge Zheng me, a side of Ye Gucheng, Ximen blowing snow, these peerless masters, are amazed in the heart, this person's internal strength Pure innocent, it is the first person they have ever seen.
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"This is the Wudang Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng?" A martial arts person from the Tiantian Dragon Slayer, surprised, different from the wind and clear, the wind Qing Yang in the Swordsman is a legend, is a myth, and Zhang Sanfeng is a living "God."
"Who is Zhang Sanfeng?" People in other worlds are curious.
As a result, the entire Wanjielou, suddenly talked about it, and said that he knew about Zhang Sanfeng's deeds. The person in front of him was actually a master who had lived for a hundred years.
In the eyes of the iron sacred Hou Zhu, the eyes are revealed, the eyes are full of the light, the old man in front of him is enough to fight with him, and even the West Gate blows snow, a sword in the form of a strange ancient sword, has already issued a cheerful whisper.
"Everyone is quiet, Zhang Sanfeng's predecessors, to challenge one of the contestants." Zhou Yang said gently, Ximen blowing snow eyes flashed a trace of disappointment, at the same time, his eyes revealed a deep curiosity, this is under the martial arts, Who can make this savvy old man challenge.
"The little monk who looks around is yours." Zhou Yang pointed out that he was looking around for the little savior of the peerless master who was to be challenged.
Xiao Saimi, looking at Zhou Yang's fingers with a look, he was convinced that the person he was referring to was because he had only one wall behind him.
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