How much is face worth to him?

"Master Zhang is right!"

Zhang Sanfeng cursed at his incompetent disciples, "You guys are evil!"

"You still haven't apologized to Master Zhang!"

"I haven't practiced my martial arts well, so how can I have so many tricks in my mind?"

"If you have my strength, all conspiracies and tricks are useless!"

Song Yuanqiao on the side was a little ashamed. He really didn't expect that his master would admit defeat.

If you ask them to apologize, wouldn't that mean admitting defeat?

"Master Zhang," Song Yuanqiao is worthy of being the second-generation leader of Wudang, and he knows the essence of being able to bend and stretch, "it's me, Song Yuanqiao, who is different!"

"sorry!"

"Forget it!"

Zhang Yuzhu waved his hand directly, and will look at this sloppy look later to see why he can't cultivate his internal strength. It won't look good if he really breaks his face.

"Master Zhang!"

Zhang Sanfeng is not a wordy person. He knows that although Zhang Yuzhu is not as high as him, his combat power is not weaker than his.

"I don't know why you came to Wudang?"

"Actually, I'm looking for your help, Zhang Slutty!"

Zhang Yuzhu immediately showed off his cards and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with burning eyes.

"Master Zhang, please tell me, as long as I can help you, it will be my duty to do so!"

"Okay," Zhang Yuzhu nodded, "Then I won't hide it!"

Zhang Yuzhu directly stated his purpose of coming.
Chapter completed!