Chapter 501 Zhang Zhiwei's Influence, the Martial Saint Also Comes to Support

"I think that young friend Zhiwei has both virtue and morality? Not only should he not be punished, but he should be rewarded!"

This gentle voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone in the hall accurately.

Some people who shouted loudly for the Heavenly Master to severely punish Zhang Zhiwei were startled when they heard this familiar voice. They stopped shouting and looked out the window of the hall with surprise.

The heads of the four families were also surprised. Just now, they saw that everyone looked angry and anxious. They had no way to deal with this scene.

The head of the Wang family was still saying that Dehong, the bald donkey, stood on the moral high ground, guiding and coercing everyone's opinions. They were very passive. Unless a respected person came to stand on Zhang Zhiwei's side, there would be no solution.

The Heavenly Master could have been, but now his identity as Zhang Zhiwei's master was a bit inappropriate.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the voice of the left gate chief.

The head of the Lu family and the head of the Wang family looked at the head of the Lu family next to them: "Old Lu, mention Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!"

Lu Xuan clapped his hands and said happily: "With the left gate chief standing on the platform, this game can be solved!"

Zhang Jingqing, who had put down the teacup and was about to speak with a frown, heard this voice, his brows relaxed, and he picked up the teacup again.

There were also some people who didn't know the owner of this voice, but when they saw the uniform shouts in the hall suddenly lowered, many people looked in a certain direction with surprise, and felt inexplicable in their hearts, so they also stopped and turned their heads to look.

Immediately, they saw a white rainbow coming from outside through the window of the hall.

There was a figure in the white rainbow, with a transparent body, floating like a fairy from the sky.

Where the figure passed, the clouds and qi boiled, surging like a raging wave, leaving a "path" that ordinary people could clearly see.

In the hall, everyone saw this scene and was immediately horrified. This way of appearance was really a bit too exaggerated.

Someone exclaimed: "It's Zuomenchang, the immortal Daying, has he really become an immortal?"

Someone said with astonishment: "Didn't there news a few days ago that Zuomenchang successfully knocked on the gate and entered the third level of Nisheng, but he didn't ascend to heaven as the legend said, and the position of Sanyimen Xuanmen was lost. Today I saw Zuomenchang riding on clouds and mist. Is this fake news?"

Someone said with certainty: "It must be fake news. In this case, you tell me he is not an immortal?"

"Yes, yes, riding on clouds and mist, riding the wind to become an immortal, what else can this be if not an immortal? Fake news hurts people, I knew it would be like this , I shouldn't have listened to Master Dehong and come to Longhu Mountain to wade through this muddy water. I should have gone to Sanyi Gate to congratulate Master Zuo on his success in breaking through the barriers and improving his skills. "

"That's right, Master Zuo has always been gentle and kind-hearted. If we go to congratulate him and ask him questions, he will definitely be generous with his advice. Maybe we can get some benefits. It's better to come here anyway!"

"In this case, Qingzhuyuan is still wise. Even if Master Dehong invited him, their master didn't come. Instead, he ran to Sanyi Gate to congratulate Master Zuo with great fanfare. "

The arrival of Master Zuo directly took over the show.

For a while, except for Master Dehong and a few others, others didn't seem to care so much about Zhang Zhiwei's affairs. They stared blankly out the window.

Zhang Zhiwei was no exception. Looking at Master Zuo who broke through the air, he couldn't help grinning, thinking to himself, if you want to show off, you have to look at the old predecessors. Master Zuo usually looks very low-key, but it turns out that he is holding back.

Although he complained in his heart, Zhang Zhiwei was still very moved by the sudden arrival of Zuo Menzhang.

Zuo Menzhang had a sparse look in his eyes, holding two people in his hands, and the clouds behind him were surging. He came with a fierce momentum, but when he got close, he suddenly slowed down and flew in lightly along the big hole that the monk Le Nan had knocked out before, and landed on the hall.

Because Zuo Menzhang was wrapped in white qi, everyone couldn't see clearly what he was holding in his hand for a while.

After landing, Zuo Menzhang nodded to Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Jingqing, let go of his hand, and Lu Jin landed safely. He raised his hand again, and Le Nan, who was covered in blood and had fallen into a coma, was thrown into the middle of the hall by him.

The previous Le Nan's muscles and bones were swollen with blood, and he was stretched inch by inch, almost equal to Zhang Zhiwei.

Now that he was hammered by Zhang Zhiwei and Zuo Menchang, even if he was made of steel, he would be crushed into mud. His kung fu had long been broken, and he no longer looked like a furious Vajra. His muscles were shriveled, his body was shrunk, and he lay on the ground dryly, like a sponge that had been wrung out of water.

For a moment, many people did not react that this was Le Nan.

Just as they were wondering, Master Dehong stepped forward, grabbed Nan's palm, and took his pulse with two fingers.

After confirming that Nan was only seriously injured but his life was not in danger, Master Dehong breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and looked at Zuo Rutong, and said:

"Why did Zuo Menchang use such a heavy hand on Master Le Nan? What is the purpose of this move?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone reacted immediately.

"This bloody, dry guy turned out to be Monk Le Nan. He first fell into the hands of the little Tianshi, and then fell into the hands of Zuo Menchang. Could he be beaten to death?" Someone whispered.

"Master Zuo has always been kind and righteous. Even if he encounters a Quan Xing monster, he will give him a chance to reform. He should not kill him." Someone who knows Master Zuo said.

Faced with Master Dehong's questioning, Master Zuo stared at the past.

Both of them are highly respected people in the world, and Master Zuomen naturally knows Master Dehong, but the relationship between the two is normal, just a nod.

Master Zuo said: "Just now when Zuo was climbing a mountain, he suddenly saw a maniac who looked like a madman, running rampant on the mountain road, even accidentally injuring others without caring. Zuo then took action to capture him. Now Master Dehong said this is Master Nan? Zuo is really surprised!”

Master Dehong said in a deep voice: "This is just a misunderstanding. Just now, Master Guorong was having a discussion with Little Heavenly Master and was humiliated. He couldn't think about it for a moment and did something outrageous. Unexpectedly, he encountered Master Zuomen. ah!"

"Misunderstanding, there is no misunderstanding. It was clearly that the great monk became angry and lost his temper. As a result, he ran into the hands of the Zuomen leader. This bald donkey also wanted to throw dirty water on Zhiwei!"

Zhang Yi was extremely angry and was about to speak when he heard Zuo Ruotong say: "Little friend Zhiwei must have his own reason for doing this!"

Master Dehong frowned: "Look at what Master Zuo means, is he supporting the relationship between Little Heavenly Master and Master Quanxing?"

"It's just a rumor, how can we take it seriously?"

Master Zuo said calmly: "Zuo met Quan Xing and was willing to give some of them a chance to change their ways. According to Master Dehong, Zuo also colluded with Quan Xing?"

"The situations are different and cannot be generalized..."

Master Dehong retorted loudly, but was interrupted by Zuo Menchang, who exhaled and spoke loudly.

"Shut up!"

Normally, with Zuo Menzhang's personality, he would not interrupt others.

But he knew very well that these monks were best at sophistry and confusing right and wrong. If the other party was allowed to continue, he would definitely not be able to explain it.

After all, he was not good at words. This was the conclusion he came to after the Li Muxuan incident.

He actually had many ways to deal with what happened back then, but he was provoked by the words of the Ghost Hand King and fell into passivity.

In terms of eloquence, none of the ghost-hand kings combined could compare to Master Dehong. He had learned from past mistakes and learned from the future. How could he allow the other party to continue?

After drinking Master Dehong, Master Zuomen said in a deep voice:

"Zuo Mou is willing to use his reputation in this life to vouch for little friend Wei Wei. There is absolutely no such thing. The relationship between him and the head of Quanxing called Wugensheng is purely a normal relationship that does not involve positions!"

Regarding this matter, the Zuo Mengmen did not confront Zhang Zhiwei, but he believed in Zhang Zhiwei's character, so he directly vouched for it.

"Everyone, can you show Zuo some face and let this matter come to light and get down the mountain quickly?!"

The gentle voice of Zuo Menchang made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. He had not eliminated the reversal of life and still maintained the posture of a young man. His aura was not intense, but it was majestic, vast and otherworldly.

When he asked this question, some strangers felt shocked and immediately agreed.

Someone took the lead, and coupled with Zuo Menchang's unique charisma, more and more people agreed.

Seeing this situation, Master Dehong jumped out quickly and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a sound exploded like thunder.

"Then I also pledge my name as a Martial Saint to vouch for this boy Zhang Zhiwei!"

As soon as the word "Martial Saint" came out, everyone felt as if their hearts had been punched hard, and they looked out in disbelief.

I saw a strong wind blowing outside, roaring like an overwhelming mountain. Along the way, it was as if an invisible giant was crushing it, and all the grass and trees fell down.

And in front of the wave-like wind, there was a blue light stepping on the waves, shooting out.

The next second, green light rushed into the hall along the hole. In an instant, the cold energy enveloped the hall, making people feel like they were being cut by knives.

But then, the cold Qi Ji suddenly slowed down, and then suddenly withdrew, transforming into an old Taoist priest wearing gray robes with white beard and hair.

Zhang Jingqing was sitting in the first seat. She was drinking tea. The moment she saw the Wudang Clan leader, she choked hard. She never expected that her old rival would actually stand up for her apprentice!

As if aware of Zhang Jingqing's gaze, the Wudang Clan leader turned his head and looked over. The two old enemies looked at each other, and the atmosphere seemed stagnant.

After a moment, Zhang Jingqing took the lead and bowed her hands to the Wudang Clan leader.

The Wudang disciple also nodded to Zhang Jingqing, then turned his head, without even looking at Yi Qian who was beside Zhang Jingqing.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."

Zhang Yi looked at his senior brother Yi Qian next to him and coughed violently.

"What are you coughing for?" Yi Qian glared and whispered: "Didn't you fight with this old guy and get beaten half to death? Do you think I would care?"

"If you don't care, why did your eyes widen when he arrived? It doesn't look like you don't care!" Zhang Yi said with a smile.

"I'm very touched when someone repays evil with kindness. Isn't it okay to feel ashamed?"

After Yi Qian finished speaking, he seemed to feel that his thoughts were a little unclear and felt angry. He glared at Zhang Yi and said angrily: "I'll beat you half to death when I turn around!"

Zhang Yi shrank his neck and stopped talking. He knew Yi Qian well. He kept his word and his nature was like a raging fire. He was not easy to provoke. If he continued to provoke him, he would not get good results.

On the other hand, Zhang Jingqing felt a little sad when she looked at the Wudang Sect Leader who had just nodded her head and cleared away their grudges.

He also recalled the tricks he used to use the words of saints to subdue others without fighting and mess up his state of mind.

Who would have thought that the two people who were at odds with each other back then would resolve all their grudges over one thing and one person in their later years?

Even Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised. He knew someone would come from Wudang, but he didn't expect that the person coming was the Wudang Sect Leader.

"This old man is a little too generous!" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

Originally, he thought about convincing people with virtue, but he didn't expect that he really convinced people with virtue. Since the seniors were supporting him, the juniors naturally couldn't dominate the show, and he was happy to watch the seniors perform.

Wudang Clan Chief appeared, and everyone's eyes were attracted to him. This was a martial saint. In terms of reputation, he was no less famous than Zuo Clan Chief. He had been invincible all his life, never failed, and had lived in seclusion for many years. In his later years, he was willing to stand up for Zhang Zhiwei.

Two big guys in a row came out to side with Zhang Zhiwei. Everyone couldn't help but wonder, isn't the Little Heavenly Master only famous among the younger generation? How is this going? So many big guys are willing to stand up for him!

The Wudang Clan Chief arrived forcefully, and the Zuo Clan Chief nodded to him, took a step back, and handed over the main court to the Wudang Clan Chief.

As a result, Master Dehong was the only one left in the entire field facing the Wudang Sect Leader, who was as sharp as a sword.

Master Dehong's face twitched at the shadow of the famous tree. He naturally knew what kind of person the Wudang Sect Master was, but how could he retreat at this time? Then he forced himself to speak:

"Chief Sun..."

Just after saying the name, but before the real words came out, Wudang Sect Leader's eyes fell on Master Dehong's face, his gaze was like a knife, and murderous intent poured out.

Master Dehong's eyelids were twitching wildly, and the flesh on his face was undulating like wheat waves in the wind. No matter how eloquent he was, he couldn't say anything at this moment.

"I vouch for Zhang Zhiwei. If you have any objections, do you want to talk to me about it?"

The head of the Wudang Sect narrowed his eyes at Master Dehong and spoke every word with a solemn and cold voice.

Everyone was shocked. They felt that the Wudang Clan's Qiji on the opposite side was radiating like a knife. It was so sharp and scary that he was likely to kill Master Dehong if he made a disagreement.

Photographed by Wudang Clan Chief Qi Ji, Master Dehong was covered in cold sweat and could not say anything.

He could feel that the man in front of him was different from Mr. Zuo Men, who could reason.

As long as the person in front of him says a word "no", the Qi Ji, as sharp as a knife, will flood him like a floodgate opening.

"It has been said over the years that the head of the Wudang Clan has retired to seclusion and is not concerned with worldly affairs. The Wusheng has nothing but appearances. Now it seems that they are just rumors. The Wusheng is still as sharp as before!" someone sighed.

"That's how it feels. This old guy is still as good as before. I just wonder if this bald donkey has eggs in his crotch?"

Yi Qian clenched his hands tightly. It was almost the same scene back then, but he didn't believe in evil, so he was almost beaten to death.