Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 653: Tang Clan's killer move, heroes from all over the world come one after another
“Have you gone up the mountain?”

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself. Initially, he wanted to go up the mountain directly. When the Tiantai Sect came rushing forward, he used lightning speed and ruthless means to wipe out all the people from the Tiantai Sect who attacked him without leaving any trace.

After everyone came up, he used some means to explain the reasons and judged in public, which was equivalent to bearing witness in front of his fellow martial artists.

However, Master Kurong's actions in order to use him to eliminate dissidents made him change his strategy.

He said that he came this time to seek justice, but in fact he wanted to wipe out the monks in Tiantai Sect who were colluding with the Japanese pirates and infiltrated by the Japanese pirates. He was not here to wipe out Tiantai Sect.

Since there are people in the Tiantai Sect who are untainted by the mud, why wouldn't it hurt for him to put in a little more effort?

Therefore, he slowed down his pace and even activated the Qimen Bureau, trying hard to find an opportunity to read the memories of these people, just to distinguish the loyal from the treacherous and not to kill good people in vain.

This also gives those behind time to catch up.

However, this is not a big deal and does not affect his actions.

"Quickly take care of these old bald guys and go say hello to everyone."

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself. At this moment, he was grabbing two black ropes with his big hands made of golden light and was about to take action.

Suddenly, the sound of air exploding was heard one after another, and an extremely huge black dragon appeared, with its head swinging and hitting Zhang Zhiwei's lower back.

Zhang Zhiwei in mid-air did not dodge. In order to make it easier for himself to take action, he even hid the thick golden light and only used a layer as thin as a cicada's wing to protect his whole body.

Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and his wrist, which was shining with the luster of topaz, looked like a golden body cast entirely in gold under the reflection of the golden light on his body.

"Get over here!"

He grabbed the attacking Mo Long, veins popping out on his arms, and pulled it back violently, piercing through the black rope like a tidal wave, stretching the heavy black rope into a straight line.

The black-faced old monk Kuhua, who was holding the other end of the black rope, felt a suffocating force surging. The black rope in his hand was no longer under his control. It seemed as if the other side was connected to an extremely heavy mountain, which he could not shake at all.

The black-faced old monk roared but did not loosen the iron chain. He was in the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, a small formation. The power of the three of them was superimposed. Once he retreated, the Demon Subduing Circle would be broken.

Therefore, he tried his best to resist, but the opponent's power was as hot as magma, almost inexhaustible. He could not stand at all and was dragged out of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle and flew towards Zhang Zhiwei.

The speed was very fast. When he was in the Demon-Suppressing Circle, the power of three people was superimposed, and he still had a chance to give up the rope with dignity. But after being pulled out of the Demon-Suppressing Circle, this decent chance was gone.

The black-faced old monk didn't even have time to react. The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei. He suddenly clenched his fists, wanting to make a desperate effort and attack Zhang Zhiwei.

But it was too late. A huge hand in front of him kept getting bigger and bigger, blocking all his vision, as if the whole sky was taken up by a palm and then flipped over him.

He didn't dare to resist, nor could he resist.

Zhang Zhiwei's big hand grabbed the black-faced old monk's head like a basketball. Feeling the black-faced old monk struggling frantically in his hand, he tightened his grip and squeezed the black-faced old monk so hard that blood came out of all his orifices.

Seeing this, the yellow-faced old monk Kuyuan and the white-faced old monk Kusheng rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei, trying to rescue him.

The three of them had been sitting in the back mountain, practicing hard for many years, and had already gained telepathy. When they saw their senior brother being captured, the other two sprang into action immediately without even making eye contact.

The yellow-faced old monk sat upright on the spot, waving a huge black rope, rolling up the white-faced old monk and sending him to the sky. Although the three-person Vajra Demon Subduing Circle was broken, there were still two people's.

However, at this time, they no longer hoped to capture Zhang Zhiwei, but only wanted to rescue their senior brother who was pinched so hard that his seven orifices were bleeding.

The white-faced old monk was like a bait tied to a fishhook, drawing an arc in the air and coming towards Zhang Zhiwei.

"Unbelievable!"

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, and golden light burst out from his palm and rushed away.

"Pong!"

The air exploded, creating ripples. The white-faced old monk was knocked back by the blow. The force was so great that even the yellow-faced old monk who was tied up with a black rope could not stop him. He smashed through the main hall with such force that the whole hall shook violently.

The black rope behind him directly cut off all the load-bearing pillars of the entire Main Hall. The originally magnificent Main Hall was collapsing rapidly.

All this happened in a flash.

Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Lu flew up and just as they introduced themselves, they saw Zhang Zhiwei deal with three one-eyed old monks of different skin colors with just two moves. They were stunned for a moment, but after remembering the identities of these three old monks, they became more excited.

When they were at the foot of the mountain before, everyone said that the little master was the reincarnation of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor in the sky, but they didn't take it seriously.

But at this moment, seeing him beat three old monks who were a generation older than them into such an embarrassed state in a few seconds, how could they not be excited.

They had bet on this young Taoist priest a long time ago, and he was the first one to rush forward this time. No matter how you look at it, this is a favor.

But at this moment, the head of the Wang family noticed that the monk Dehe next to Master Kurong had one hand in his robe and had a sneaky expression.

He immediately noticed something strange and looked carefully, and found that he had taken out something like a peacock feather from his robe and pointed it at Zhang Zhiwei's back.

The three words "Peacock Feather" flashed through his mind. This is a legendary hidden weapon.

It is said that when this hidden weapon is launched, it is as beautiful as a peacock spreading its tail. Not only is it beautiful, but it is also brilliant and splendid. Nothing in the world can compare to it.

But just when you are dazzled by this amazing divine power, it has already taken your life.

"Little Master, be careful!" He warned and was about to intercept, but he saw Master Kurong, the abbot beside Master Dexing, took a step forward dozens of meters, with a lingering fear on his face and a trace of fear in his eyes. Master Dexing's movements also froze and his face twisted a little bit.

"Did the Little Heavenly Master take action?"

He hurriedly looked at Zhang Zhiwei, but saw Zhang Zhiwei turned his head and nodded towards the distance.

The head of the Wang family was stunned, and then he looked and saw a figure standing quietly on a pagoda a hundred meters away. The figure had neatly combed silver-white hair and a deep scar on his face that went through his entire left eye.

His face was calm, his lines were firm, and his white robe was wrapped around his tall body. He just stood there quietly, without any disguise, and no one knew when he was there.

Even before the little Taoist nodded in that direction, no one knew there was a person standing there.

Because his Qi cannot be sensed. Even at this moment, many people saw him with their naked eyes, but they still could not sense his Qi.

This is a very discordant and creepy feeling.

Imagine an invisible person, quietly staring at you in a corner you never noticed, for who knows how long. During this time, he can attack at any time. For an alien who relies on his own means, what could be more terrifying than this?

Zhang Zhiwei knew when the other party came. Just when he was fighting with the three old monks, he passed by everyone in broad daylight.

When De Xing was about to launch a sneak attack on him, the opponent fired two Dan Shi attacks from the front and back. The first one was aimed at Master De Xing, and the second one was aimed at Master Abbot Kurong.

Master Kurong's attention was originally on himself, and he seemed unaware of Dan Shi's approach. But the moment De Xing was hit, he noticed it, and instantly moved away, avoiding Dan Shi's attack.

If the other party attacked Master Ku Rong first, he would most likely not be able to react in time and would be hit.

However, Zhang Zhiwei, after connecting with the bridge between heaven and earth, the natural forces of heaven and earth are all within his perception. He can easily detect any abnormalities around him, and thus clearly sense the approach of Dan Shi.

As for the other monks, except for a few abbots of the three Putuo temples, no one noticed the danger that had just occurred.

It is worth mentioning that they had dispersed as soon as Zhang Zhiwei and the three old monks started fighting, and had no intention of besieging Zhang Zhiwei.

In fact, when they took action just now, seeing that Zhang Zhiwei was so arrogant, they didn't mind taking him down as well as the Tiantai Sect. After all, no matter how many problems there were within the Tiantai Sect, they were also Foen's internal affairs and it was not the turn of a powerful Taoist priest to make comments.

But as soon as Zhang Zhiwei and the three old monks started fighting, they gave up this idea. Amitabha, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. They can help the Tiantai Sect, but expecting them to fight to the death? That is impossible.

So, they all chose to stand by and watch.

At this moment, they heard bursts of shrill screams.

Following the sound, I saw that Master Dexing's facial features were distorted, and a deathly white light was emitting from his eyes. The blue veins all over his body were bulging, and these blue veins were also flashing a deathly white light. He was struggling on the ground, his body twisted like a maggot.

The strange people present were not ignorant. When they saw this scene, the word "Tang Sect" flashed in their minds.

Zhang Zhiwei carried the black-faced old monk Kuhua, and the nine-headed lion under his feet flew backwards. With a leap, he landed on the only remaining platform in the Tiantai Sect's water and land temple.

He casually threw the withered flower onto the platform, and the nine-headed lion raised its foot and pressed him down under its feet.

He looked at the white-robed figure on the pagoda, folded his hands and was about to speak, but he saw the old man in white folded his hands and said first:
"Tang Clan, Tang Bingren, come and help the Little Heavenly Master!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was surprised. They never expected that an assassination organization as hateful as the Tang Clan would actually help the young Taoist priest, and moreover, the person who came was the head of a certain sect.

Although Zhang Zhiwei noticed the approach of the head of the Tang Clan, he was still very surprised. He had actually arranged this invitation to fellow practitioners from all over the world through the head of the Wang Clan. The head of the Wang Clan had never contacted the Tang Clan, so he did not expect that the head of the Tang Clan would actually come.

Speaking of which, this was the second time Zhang Zhiwei met Sect Leader Tang. The first time was when his master took him to visit the Qingcheng Sect in Shu, and they met each other by chance.

At that time, he also sparred with a group of young talents from the Tang Sect, and his competition with Li Ding also took place at that time.

Although he dominated the competition and won cleanly, Tianshi Mansion lost overall because except for him, all other brothers who went to compete lost.

Later in the story of the Sky-High Hole, Zhang Jingqing wanted to help, but knew that the Tang Clan would not receive guests during normal visits.

He met Tang Bingwen on the pretext that in the competition that year, Tianshi Temple lost more disciples and lost face, so he wanted to find fault.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't have much contact with Tang Bingwen and was about to speak.

Behind him, a ball of fire shot up into the sky. After reaching the scene of the Dharma Assembly, it fell heavily. The blazing waves of fire spread out, and a red-haired middle-aged man appeared in the scene and shouted:
"Huo De Zong, Wu Zhan, come and help the little Tianshi."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white rainbow flew across the sky and landed on the water and land dojo. It was a young man with black hair and a loose white shirt and pants. He looked in the direction of Tiantai Sect and said calmly:
"Wei Xuanzi from the Trinity Sect has come to help the Little Heavenly Master."

"It would be fine if these reckless men from Huode Sect came, but even Sanyi Sect has come to join in the fun. Doesn't this mean that Sect Master Zuo is also on the side of the young Heavenly Master?" the monk from Sanlun Sect whispered.

As he spoke, he glanced at the tragically dead Master De Xing, and a trace of relief flashed through his heart. Fortunately, Senior Brother Mo Lun had foresight and chose to stand by and watch instead of getting involved in this muddy water.

Then, a flash of lightning rushed and appeared in the field. The blazing lightning wrapped around a short figure, and said slowly:

"Junior brother, Zhang Huaiyi is here to help you!"

For some considerations, he did not use the banner of Tianshi Mansion, and Zhang Huaiyi was not a well-known name in the world, but the electric light surrounding him made his identity obvious: a disciple of Tianshi Mansion who was impersonating someone else.

"The two leaders of the Lu family are here to help the little Taoist priest!"

Before Lu Ci arrived, his voice had arrived first, and the sound waves were vibrating and as loud as a bell.

The next second, two figures appeared one after the other. The one in front was wearing a well-tailored suit, and the one behind was wearing a tight suit.

Both of them are handsome young heroes, and anyone who sees them will praise them.

But at this moment, some people were wondering, are these the two great brothers of the Lu family? They both have white hair and look quite similar, but why are they dressed strangely, neither Chinese nor Western.

Soon, they saw the "Lu Family Twins" in suits who were rushing in front of them said loudly:
"A disciple of the Trinity Sect, Lu Jin from the Lu family, is here on behalf of the Lu family to help the young Heavenly Master."

Lu Jin was a respectable man. Even though he was extremely anxious, he pretended to be calm and spoke slowly and steadily.

But in fact, he was cursing in his heart, "Dog hedgehogs don't follow martial ethics. You run slowly, but you roar fast. What do you mean by the Lu family's twins? Am I the big one? You're just shouting nonsense!"

Just now, the reason why he spoke slowly was that he was considering whether he should add the title of Trinity Gate.

Because the eldest senior brother has come this time, the Trinity Sect has a representative, and he received a message from his father asking him to represent the Lu family.

But after thinking about it, he still added a sentence of Trinity Sect. After all, as a human being, how can you forget your roots? Although he is a member of the Lu family, he will always be a disciple of Trinity.

After hearing Lu Jin's voice, everyone realized that this person was from the Lu family, but since he was from the Lu family, what about the other twin of the Lu family?

After Lu Ci roared, he moved closer to Zhang Zhiwei. As for Lu Ren, he was slow and was still behind.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, a large group of young people came up in a rush, holding up names and coming to help the young master.

There were many people this time, but they were orderly when they spoke. After one person finished speaking, another one came up. No one was as anxious as Lu Ci.

After all, this is a big occasion. Anyone who loses face here will be laughed at by the world.

Zhang Zhiwei did not disturb them. He waited until they had blown up their own homes before looking at the monks. It was time to get down to business.

(End of this chapter)