Martial Arts: Seven Heroes Town Storytelling, Asking for Monthly Rewards

Shaolin Sect of Ming Dynasty, inside Bodhi Courtyard.

A group of Shaolin monks sat together, each with a letter in their hands.

The abbot, Zen Master Dabei, sat in the first place, looked around and asked in a deep voice:"What do you guys think?"

Monk Kongzhi had the most violent temper and immediately said angrily:"What a Cheng Kun, he actually deceived the Shaolin sect. This revenge You must retaliate!"

Although the other eminent monks were abstaining from anger, their faces were very ugly at this time.

This time the gossip in the snow was exposed, the Shaolin Sect of the Ming Dynasty was completely embarrassed.

The top sect of the Ming Dynasty was sneaked in by Cheng Kun.

Not only did he successfully become a disciple of Kong Jian Shen Monk, but he also formed a large number of gang members within the Shaolin sect with evil intentions.

This is undoubtedly a great shame for the pure land of Buddhism

"Amitabha"

"Back then, senior brother Kong Jian was beaten to death by Na Xie Xun with seven-injury fists."

"Although Xie Xun took action, Cheng Kun was actually behind the scenes and was the culprit."

"In addition, the disappearance of many disciples of my Shaolin sect in Liu Zhengfeng Mansion in Hengshan is also closely related to Cheng Kun"

"No matter what, the Shaolin Sect can no longer stay aloof. Master

Fang Zheng said calmly

"Before fighting the outside world, you must first make peace with the inside. The top priority is to clear out Cheng Kun's gang members within the Shaolin sect."

Another eminent monk spoke.

It was Kongwen, the most stable monk in the Kongzi generation.

Zen Master Dabei listened to the opinions of the monks and finally made a decision:

"Kong Wen, Cheng Kun’s accomplices in the Shaolin sect are left to you to investigate and deal with."

"Kongzhi and Kongxing, you two are responsible for liaising with various sects and investigating the whereabouts of Zhao Min and Cheng Kun."

"Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng, you two have the highest understanding. In the next issue of Storytelling in the Snow, about the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, you two will go and listen to it on behalf of the Shaolin Sect of the Ming Dynasty. You may gain something from it."

The distinguished monks who were named stood up one after another and saluted accordingly.

After the meeting was over,

Zen Master Dabei walked towards the forbidden area in the back mountain alone.

"Zen Master Dabei, the abbot of Shaolin, asked to see three uncles."

Zen Master Dabei stood in front of a square formation and said calmly.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The three stone platforms surrounding the square turned in directions, revealing three old monks in ragged clothes.

It was the Shaolin The Sandu Divine Monk sent by the Zen Master

Dabei told the contents of this issue one by one.

Du'e, Du Nan, and Du Jie all fell silent after listening.

After a while, Du'e said in a deep voice:"Amitabha, no Thinking that Yang Dingtian had died more than twenty years ago."

He felt a little sad in his heart.

He was trapped in this forbidden area to delve into the Vajra Demon Circle just to deal with Yang Dingtian.

Now that he suddenly learned that Yang Dingtian had been dead for more than 20 years, he became confused.

"Three uncles, I still have something to ask of you."

"This is the moment of life and death for the Ming Dynasty."

"The disciple implores the three master uncles to take action to eradicate the villains of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties such as Pang Ban and Zhao Min from the Ming Dynasty."

Zen Master Dabei said very sincerely.

Dujie shook his head and said:"The three of us are already dying, how can we travel far away? Unless you bring that Pangban here."

Zen Master Dabei knew that these three uncles had weird tempers, so he stopped trying to persuade them and left directly.

……

They are both from the Ming Dynasty.

Magician's Palace, in the main hall.

Banquets were lined up on both sides, and countless maids came in one after another carrying trays, filling the tables with delicacies.

In the first seat on the left, a handsome woman dressed as a man is sitting quietly.

It was Zhao Min who came to the Ming Dynasty from the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.

No one could have imagined that Zhao Min would be in the Magician's Palace.

After a while, a tall figure walked out from behind the screen on the high platform.

But seeing this man wearing a black cloak and having narrow eyes, he gave people a ruthless and ruthless look, and he also had a domineering air that looked down on the world.

When Zhao Min saw this person, he immediately stood up and saluted and said,"The daughter of King Ruyang, Minmin Temuer, has met the magician."

Although she had a noble status, she did not dare to make any mistakes in front of Pang Ban.

This is not only because of Pang Ban’s master, Mo Zong Meng Chixing, but also because of the special temperament in Pang Ban’s body.

Extremely evil, like the incarnation of a demon, unpredictable in mood and anger.

Zhao Min has long heard that Pang Ban single-handedly suppressed the Ming Dynasty for sixty years.

Only when I saw it with my own eyes could I truly feel the terrifying pressure of the most terrifying demon in the Ming Dynasty.

"Princess, please forgive me."

Pang Ban was not polite to Zhao Min, and sat directly on the main seat.

Zhao Min straightened up, his face had returned to calm, and he said calmly:

"This time I came to the Central Plains and planned to act alone."

"But Mr. Xue Zhongsu exposed him and had to change his plan."

"To be on the safe side, those martial arts masters from the Ming Dynasty need to be transferred to the Magician's Palace. I hope the Magician won't take offense."

Pang Ban couldn't help but nodded appreciatively when he saw Zhao Min's expression, and said slowly:

"I've heard about the princess's affairs."

"Although there are no top disciples from various sects in Liu Zhengfeng Mansion in Hengshan, there are more than a thousand people."

"The princess was able to capture them all without anyone noticing, which is already an amazing method."

"Leave the rest to me, the Magician Palace."

When Zhao Min sat down, the little magician Fang Yeyu opposite said bitterly:

"This Mr. Xuezhong Su is really hateful, and we have suffered heavy losses because of his exposure."

"Senior brother is in the royal guard of the capital, and he is afraid that something unexpected has happened."

Zhao Min naturally knew who the senior brother he was talking about was secretly regretting in his heart.

An undercover agent who had become the commander of the Ming Dynasty Jinyi Guards was of immeasurable value to them.

With Pang Ban's thirty-year layout, if Su Chen had not been exposed, It is extremely difficult for the court to discover this undercover agent

"It's already happened, it's useless to think about it anymore"

"For the current plan, we can only take a long-term approach."

Zhao Min said thoughtfully.

On the main seat, Pang Ban's eyes were cold,"A long-term plan? I can’t just kill my disciples as they say.

Zhao Min was shocked and said,"What is the magician going to do?" You must not go to the dangerous areas of the capital."

"For me, Pang Ban, there is no place in the world that I cannot go to."

"At midnight tonight, the thirty-year deadline has expired"

"I, Pang Ban, will return to the world. Pang

Ban said coldly, and drank the wine in the cup.

Zhao Min frowned, knowing that persuasion was useless, and let Pang Ban go.

If Pang Ban can use force to muddy the waters of the Ming Dynasty , , which is also a good thing for her

"Is it midnight tonight?"

"Let me see how powerful the so-called immortal cultivators really are."

Zhao Min also drank a full cup, with anticipation in his eyes.

Time flies.

Soon, midnight has arrived.

Pang Ban stepped out of the Magician's Palace for the first time in thirty years!

The moonlight disappeared behind the dark clouds, and the earth was pitch black.

But for For Pang Ban, it had no impact at all. Every detail was visible wherever he looked.

This is the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator.

Pang Ban smiled slightly.

Thirty years ago, he had been invincible for many years.

Thirty years of seclusion , he also cultivated the most powerful magic skill"The Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique".

He wanted to see who else could stop him.

Whoosh!

The void exploded, and Pang Ban disappeared without a trace.

I don’t know how long it took, but Pang Ban actually He came to the capital of the Ming Dynasty alone.

Looking at the majestic city wall, Pang Ban could not help but stare.

Because there was a bloody human head hanging on the city wall.

The head of his eldest disciple Shurangyan.

A burst of anger, from Pang Ban's His eyes were burning.

Whoa!

Pang Ban shot out a burst of energy and directly cut the hemp rope above Shurangyan's head.

The head fell to the ground, immediately alerting the guards next to him.

"who is it!!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Forbidden Army, which had hundreds of years of iron armor, poured out of the city.

The crowd surrounded Pang Ban.

The leading general looked at the head in Pang Ban's hand and said coldly:"You are the Shurangama. accomplices? Give your name"

"I'm sorry, Pang Ban."

At the same time as the words fell, a violent aura spread out from him.

Three hundred forbidden troops flew upside down, and blood filled the sky.

Pang Ban did not stop for a moment, and strode directly towards the imperial city.

This is Xiu Xian Even if there is only one person, he is fearless.

At the same time, the aura he exudes also alarms the whole city.

Hulong Villa.

Zhu Wuwu, the God of Iron Guts, suddenly wakes up from seclusion.

A pair of iron eyes are full of fear. dignified color

"This breath is so terrifying. It's heading towards the palace. It's not good!"

Zhu Wuli realized the danger and immediately flew out.

Dongchang headquarters.

Cao Zhengchun was discussing important matters with his subordinates when his expression suddenly changed.

"not good! A powerful enemy is coming!"

"You immediately mobilize all your hands and rush to Xuanwu Gate to escort him."

"Anyone who blocks your path will be killed without mercy!"

Cao Zhengchun said with murderous intent, roaring up like a roc and heading straight to the palace. In the palace, a slovenly old Taoist priest sat on the straw mat, exhaling three times and inhaling once, with extremely long pulse..

It was Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang.

He had previously killed Liu Xi, the director of the Dongchang Factory.

Not only did the Ming Emperor Zhu Houzhao not hold him accountable, but he invited him to preach in the palace. If the Wudang Sect wanted to develop and grow, it naturally could not offend the court, so Zhang Sanfeng He stayed.

But he didn't expect to encounter such a change.

In the quiet room, Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

Those eyes were solemn as never before.

The person who came was very strong!

"It's so brave to attack the imperial capital alone. Let's see what kind of person he is."

Zhang Sanfeng murmured and strode out of the palace.

This night is destined to be recorded in the history of the world.

The first time a cultivator takes action!

The magician Pang Ban is like a devil coming, from the east city gate, step by step to the outside of Xuanwu Gate.

And here, waiting His was a hundred thousand imperial city forbidden troops.

Thousands of factory guard masters from Hulong Villa, Dongchang, Xichang, Liumen and so on.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Sounds of breaking through the air rang out.

Pang Ban stood with his hands behind his back, Looking around, it was Zhang Sanfeng, Zhu Wuwu, Cao Zhengchun, Guo Juxia, Yu Huatian and others who surrounded him.

"Haha, I'm going to massacre the imperial city tonight, let's see who of you can stop me!"

Magician Pang Ban said arrogantly

"kill!"

Without too many words, all the masters rushed towards Pang Ban.

But no one noticed.

In the main hall at the highest point in the southeast of the imperial city, a figure as rich as jade stood quietly.

Dressed in mountains and rivers Wearing a jade brocade robe, walking on lotus root silk, and wearing the Spring and Autumn Sword of Fuluan on his waist... it was none other than Su Chen, the storyteller in the snow.

He looked at the battlefield with great interest, with stars shining in his eyes, displaying his unique skills. Copy.

For him now, the few people on the battlefield are no longer a concern.

Even Pang Ban, who is like a demon, can be killed with one sword.

But Su Chen has no intention of interfering.

No matter whether the right path wins, Whether the devil wins or not, it has nothing to do with him.