"Haha, I won't play with you anymore!"

Seeing that Kongzhi and Kongxing were at the end of their strength, their bodies were shaking. Zhang Cuishan laughed and shook their arms with soft strength.

Kongzhi and his legs became weak and he sat on the ground.

"I can't say it, I can't beat it, but I can't beat it!"

"You are Shaolin Temple, are you still not convinced?"

Zhang Cuishan stood with his hands behind his back and asked.

Such domineering words made everyone present feel awe-inspiring.

Before, Zhang Cuishan was full of momentum, and everyone had a premonition. Now, he fought against two Shaolin monks alone and won them.

Such a record made everyone look at each other.

Everyone has to admit that Zhang Cuishan's martial arts cultivation is catching up with the older generation of peerless masters, and he can beat him in the world in less than a palm.

After a while, Kong Zhi and Kongxing recovered, stood up, put their hands together, and bowed to Zhang Cuishan: "Amitabha, thank you Zhang Wuxia for showing mercy! I, Shaolin, am convinced!"

"Zhang Wuxia will be the one who makes the matter with his nephew Yuanzhen!"

After saying that, the two of them stepped back and said nothing.

Shaolin Temple admitted defeat and gave up its right to deal with Cheng Kun.

Zhang Cuishan nodded with satisfaction, with a smile on his face. He looked at Yang Xiao and said, "Yang Zuo Envoy, wake up Cheng Kun and let him admit his crime in person! Avoid people saying that I am a Ming Cult and punish me if I don't teach you!"

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

Yang Xiao responded with a fist, took two steps forward, pointed his toes, and pointed an internal force towards Cheng Kun's ma-acupuncture point. Then, Cheng Kun woke up leisurely.

Opening his eyes, he looked around. There were Shaolin monks, disciples of Wudang Sect, members of Huashan Sect, couples of Kunlun, five elders of Kongtong, disciples of Emei, and even people from the Demon Sect. Many people looked at him.

There was anger, incredible, and hatred in his eyes.

He blinked his eyes.

Cheng Kun is not sure of being strong.

What happened?

Cheng Kun only felt confused, and the fragments of memory made him unable to figure out the current form.

"Amitabha! Why do you all look at me like this?"

He struggled to sit up, put his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and asked indifferently.

If someone looks like a monk who has attained enlightenment, he will definitely be deceived by his appearance.

The old thief was still unaware of it until he died. Yang Xiao chuckled and shouted: "Cheng Kun, your incident has happened, please tell me honestly! Have you colluded with the Mongolian Yuan court? Are you planning to conspire to poison the heroes in the world?"

"Amitabha! What can I do? This donor, have you recognized the wrong person?"

Cheng Kun still looked like a monk who was enlightened and unmoved.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but be angry when he heard this. He had heard that Shaolin monks were very eloquent and could bloom lotus flowers on their tongues, but he had never seen them. Today he was considered an eye-opener.

When Cheng Kun first attacked him, his rampant appearance was different from the current master of the solemn and jealous treasure.

Such quibbling and deceitfulness are rare in the world.

"A real man, dare to act and take responsibility! Cheng Kun, you shameless person! You don't even dare to admit your name and name. How can you live in this world?"

Yang Xiao spitted on the ground and looked at him disdainfully.

"How can your ancestors be at peace under the scent of the nine fountains?"

"No, you, a shameless person who doesn't recognize your ancestors, is afraid that your ancestors are ashamed to recognize you as unfilial descendants! Bah!"
Chapter completed!