In the Zhenwu Hall, an old figure stepped out, his white Taoist robe fluttering, and he instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Haha, today is the old Taoist's 100th birthday. I feel honored that you can give me such honor."

Although Zhang Zhenren is a hundred years old, he has a childish face and fair hair. He has an air of immortality. His speech and behavior may seem easy-going, but he reveals a Taoist charm of simplicity and simplicity.

"Amitabha, Mr. Zhang is serious. You are like Beidou in the martial arts world. In terms of seniority, we are all juniors. It is only human nature to come to congratulate you."

The head of the six sects, Abbot Kong Wen of Shaolin Temple clasped his hands together and said in a rather respectful tone.

Although he is one of the four great monks of the Kongzi generation in Shaolin and the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, he still falls far short of the legendary figure Zhang Sanfeng.

Not to mention him, even if the three holy monks of Shaolin's higher generation came, it would be the same.

"Master Kongwen's words are serious, please take a seat." Master Zhang nodded and said softly.

At the same time, he waved his hand, and the Six Wudang Heroes headed by Song Yuanqiao also consciously dispersed their formation postures and stood respectfully behind him.

After Master Zhang spoke, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

In the corner, Lin Hao's eyes flickered and he couldn't help but nodded. After Zhang Zhenren appeared, all his attention was focused on him.

Although he only stared for a moment, the other person gave him the feeling that he was like a vast sea. It seemed soft, gentle and silent, but in fact it was open to hundreds of rivers and unfathomable.

This is not only an aspect of martial arts cultivation, but also a natural expression of martial arts artistic conception.

The Tao follows nature and returns to its original nature. Only the truly top masters can truly feel the terror of Master Zhang.

This is also the person with the highest martial arts artistic conception that Lin Hao has encountered so far. Even he feels a little heavy.

"He is truly a legend of the Taoist sect in the world of gold martial arts. He is a scholar of heaven and earth. When we meet him today, he is truly worthy of his reputation."

Taking a deep breath, Lin Hao couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When Lin Hao was secretly sizing up Master Zhang, the latter seemed to be aware of it. A pair of eyes glanced at him, and he looked at Lin Hao instantly.

"Eh..." Even a person with a stable mind like Zhenren Zhang felt a little strange at this moment, and even sounded a little surprised.

But he soon recovered and glanced elsewhere.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Next to Master Zhang, the eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao seemed to have noticed a strange emotion in Master Zhang, and asked in a low voice.

"No...it's okay. Let's proceed with the birthday process as normal." Master Zhang shook his head slightly and said softly.

Obviously, the appearance of Lin Hao made people like him a little moved!

"Haha, did you sense it? Master Zhang has indeed reached the legendary realm of heaven and man."

In the corner of the main hall, Mo Ran had a smile on his lips and whispered. Fang

At the moment when his eyes met with Master Zhang's, Lin Hao took the initiative to release a ray of Dugu Sword Intent!

But it only took a moment before he completely restrained himself. At the same time, Lin Hao had already gotten the answer he wanted.

The first contact between Lin Hao and Zhang Zhenren was conducted in this alternative and peculiar way. No one in the entire Zhenwu Hall knew about it except the two of them...

The 100th birthday gifts arrived as promised, and under the supervision of Master Zhang himself, representatives from many martial arts sects also stepped forward to contribute gifts.

Among them, the six major sects headed by Shaolin are no exception, and their actions are even more shocking.

Shaolin presented three bottles of rare healing medicine, and Emei presented a very delicate brocade robe decorated with countless pearls.

Some other sects were no exception. For a time, the entire Zhenwu Hall was filled with a solemn festive atmosphere and congratulations continued.

Mr. Zhang, who was sitting in the first seat, had a kind smile on his face and was calm and calm in every situation, showing the style of a great master.

But the faces of Song Yuanqiao and the other six heroes behind him became more serious.

Because they understand that this is just a short calm before the storm...

Sure enough, a moment later, when many people in the world had finished congratulating him, someone from the Six Paths Sect started to take action.

The person leading the charge is surprisingly the head of Emei, Miejie Shitai!

"Zhenzhen Zhang, I, Emei, sincerely congratulate you on your 100th birthday today. In addition, there is something else I need to ask my beloved disciple Zhang Zhenren for advice."

Master Miejie, holding the Yitian Sword in his hand, walked up to Zhenren Zhang in public, saluted respectfully, and then spoke.

"Haha, Emei, we have always been good friends with Wudang. Master, there is no need to be polite, but it doesn't matter."

Master Zhang was sitting on the front seat, with a calm demeanor, a kind face, and a gentle way.

"Okay, then Master Zhang will atone for my offence. The Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun has committed atrocious crimes and killed many people. I would like to ask Wuxia Zhang about the current whereabouts of Xie Xun, the evil thief. I hope you can tell the truth!"

Master Miejie nodded solemnly, then looked at Zhang Cuishan next to Zhenren Zhang, and said in a solemn tone.

Following the words of Master Miejie, the atmosphere of the Zhenwu Hall, which was originally filled with a festive atmosphere, suddenly became tense.

The gazes were as if they were real, focusing on Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

Especially the forces headed by the Six Paths Sect, their eyes flickered, and they were obviously planning something.

"Everyone, today is my master's 100th birthday. The situation is special. Can you miss today? When the time is right, I, Zhang Cuishan, will give you a satisfactory explanation."

In this case, Zhang Cuishan had to step forward.

At this moment, he looked a little hesitant, but he quickly calmed down, stood up, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice.

"Zhang Wuxia, what you said is wrong. Xie Xun is the big devil in the martial arts world, and everyone will kill him! You really are the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, and he is my role model of righteousness. Of course I will fully support him."

At this time, Xian Yutong, the leader of Huashan Sect, stood up, smiled and said.

His words immediately caused Song Yuanqiao and the other Seven Heroes to change their expressions. This guy was hiding his sword in his smile and transferred Master Zhang to the Six Paths Sect camp with just one sentence. He was really too cunning.

"Everyone, you don't have to fight each other hard. Today I will tell you that the evil thief Xie Xun died suddenly a few years ago."

Seeing that the Wudang Sect was gradually at a disadvantage, Yin Susu also stood up and said coldly.

"Why is Xie Xun dead? How could that evil thief die for no reason?" Yin Susu said this, and the entire Zhenwu Hall was completely boiling.

Then everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Cuishan. They would not believe the words of Yin Susu, a demon witch.

"Yes, what Su Su said is true. Xie Xun went crazy three years ago and died in the sea."

Sensing the look in his wife's direction, Zhang Cuishan gritted his teeth and said.

For a moment, the crowd was agitated, and all the people in the world changed their expressions. Even Kong Wen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, had his eyes twinkling. Obviously, he had not expected this situation.

But at this moment, a slightly crying voice suddenly sounded in Zhenwu Hall, and then a child of several years old ran out of the inner hall.

"Nonsense, my foster father is not dead at all, you are all bad people!"

The childish voice slowly echoed in the Zhenwu Hall, and instantly everyone in the hall changed their colors.

Lin Hao, who had been in the melon-eating mode with his arms crossed, shook his head slightly: Zhang Wuji is really a cheating kid...

With the appearance of Zhang Wuji, the atmosphere above the Zhenwu Hall became stiff.

Then the plot changed, just like the original work, the six major sects headed by Shaolin launched an attack together, demanding Xie Xun's whereabouts.

In the end, Zhang Cuishan, who was upright and rigid, chose to kill himself to thank the world under all the helpless circumstances.

"Cuishan!" He looked at Zhang Cuishan, who was looking at the center of the hall where the horizontal sword leapt up and was about to wipe his neck. At this moment, Zhang Zhenren, who had always been as calm as Mount Tai, finally changed his color.

At that moment, the figure flashed and jumped up, trying to prevent the tragedy in front of him from happening, but unfortunately it seemed to be too late.

"Clang!" Amidst the exclamations in the hall, an invisible finger suddenly shot out, shattering the sword in Zhang Cuishan's hand like lightning, causing him to fall down in embarrassment.

Then, under the look of astonishment, Lin Hao's white-clothed figure stepped out from the corner of the hall, and at the same time, his cold words could be heard in the Zhenwu Hall.
Chapter completed!