Chapter 43

Almost in an instant.

The group of experts, who had still been somewhat puzzled, were all greatly startled.

They stared dumbfounded at the slovenly monk.

Their faces were filled with shock and horror!

At the same time.

They were also somewhat pessimistic about Wu Dang's current predicament.

After all.

This one had been renowned far and wide for decades, even before Zhang Zhenren made his name.

Even though he had not shown his face to the world for many years.

His strength was absolutely unfathomable!

Even if Zhang Zhenren were to face him.

The odds were greater that he would be at a disadvantage!

'It seems this king's vision was still too narrow in the past.'

Zhu Wushi sighed softly in his heart.

For the first time, he felt.

That he knew far too little about the Great Ming jianghu.

The so-called number one intelligence agency of the Great Ming, the Shanzhuang.

Looking at it now, was nothing but a joke.

Thinking of this.

The desire to grow stronger in his heart grew even more intense!

Sharing his complicated thoughts was the Ming Emperor, Zhu Houzhao.

Only, compared to his desire to grow stronger.

Zhu Houzhao wanted even more to recruit him!

As his eyes flickered.

He had already cast aside the idea of personally inviting Zhang Zhenren.

"I didn't expect anyone still remembers me."

The Doujiu Monk chuckled dismissively.

He was utterly unmoved by the reactions of those present.

"May I ask why you've shown yourself, Senior?"

Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath, his expression turning somewhat solemn.

Behind him, the Seven Elders of Wu Dang.

Apart from Mu Daoren, who showed no reaction.

The other six elders were all heavy-hearted.

"You're not worthy of speaking with me!"

"Call that mad old Daoist Zhang Sanfeng out here!"

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had still not shown himself.

The Doujiu Monk snorted impatiently.

As soon as his words fell.

The immortal-boned, white-browed-and-bearded Zhang Sanfeng walked out of the Purple Cloud Hall with a smile, unhurried.

What was astonishing.

Was that Zhang Sanfeng's steps clearly looked very slow.

Yet in just a few steps.

He had already walked out of the Purple Cloud Hall and arrived before the Doujiu Monk.

With just one glance, Zhang Sanfeng could not help but cry out in surprise.

"Eh, you're actually injured?!"

"Hmph! Quite the sharp eye!" the Doujiu Monk snorted lightly.

Beneath his impassive exterior, he was inwardly somewhat shocked.

His injury had been from over twenty years ago.

After twenty years in seclusion, he had already recovered somewhat.

Yet it was seen through by the other party in a single glance.

Such strength truly lived up to his reputation as the number one expert of the Great Ming!

"May I ask what instruction you have for us, Senior Doujiu Monk?"

"Forgive this old Daoist's bluntness, but with your current injured body, if you wish to make trouble for Wu Dang, I'm afraid you're still a bit lacking."

Knowing full well the other had come prepared.

Although Zhang Sanfeng spoke with a smile.

There was not the slightest courtesy in his words.

Listening to the exchange between the two.

The onlookers watching the show were slightly taken aback.

They both admired Zhang Sanfeng for seeing through the Doujiu Monk's hidden injury at a glance.

And were curious what kind of existence could have wounded him.

"This Seat alone is indeed not enough, but what if we add three more Earthly Immortals?"

The Wine-Fighting Monk gave a cold laugh.

Since they meant to suppress Wu Dang, Yunzhou Shaolin naturally would not give them a chance to turn the tables!

The words had just been spoken.

Three figures appeared soundlessly at his side.

Their entrance was identical to his earlier one.

It utterly stunned the gathered experts all around.

Every face wore an expression of not quite understanding but feeling it was impressive!

"Four Earthly Immortals — Senior truly thinks highly of this old Daoist."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed.

The still somewhat serene and unhurried look on his face also grew serious at this moment.

"Can't be helped — you, Zhang Zhenren, are hailed as the Great Ming's number one expert, and at the peak of the Earthly Immortal Realm."

"You've also obtained the Heavenly Dao's reward of the Grand Supreme Mystery, and could break through the shackles at any moment to enter the Heavenly Being Realm."

"If we didn't make a few more preparations, and something went wrong by accident, that would hardly be a pretty outcome."

The Wine-Fighting Monk curled his lip.

Regarding this suppression, he seemed already thoroughly confident of success.

Think about it — it was only natural.

After all, this was four Earthly Immortal Realm experts joining forces.

No matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, what could he possibly do?

Could he possibly stir up any waves?

It was not only he who thought so.

At this moment.

Everyone present now shared this very thought.

Unless.

He could break through to the Heavenly Being Realm!

Or a miracle occurred!

Otherwise.

This struggle, which had not yet begun, already had its outcome decided!

Suddenly!

Just as the atmosphere in the field was about to erupt at the slightest touch.