latelenovela Chapter 117
Chapter 117
As long as you seize this opportunity, then Wudang can no longer have worries.
And she can also rest assured to help Nangong Servant shoot to take revenge and fulfill her wish.
Zhang Sanfeng suddenly appeared behind him, looking at the lights under the mountain.
“I didn’t expect ah, the old man is old, there are actually so many people who can come to wish me a birthday.”
“Hahaha, whether it is a birthday celebration or something else, your own psychology is the clearest.”
Song Qingshu did not have the slightest politeness, and directly mocked.
There are no unnecessary words, directly punched Song Qingshu down, now it is nightfall, Song Qingshu’s real 21 power is really only in the late stage of the grandmaster, even if the physical body is strong, it can’t compete with the heavenly people.
Stubbornly getting up from the ground, Song Qingshu said with some annoyance.
“Master, you are like this again, am I not telling the truth? If the martial arts attack tomorrow, I am afraid that eighty percent of the sects will follow together. ”
Zhang Sanfeng didn’t speak, just looked at the mountain lightly, and his calm appearance on the surface did not know how long it could last, and how big the monstrous waves bred behind him would be.
Under the mountain, there are different winds and waves brewing in each different room, but the center point of this wind and wave is undoubtedly the one that belongs to Shaolin.
Early the next morning, the entire Wudang was plunged into a busy atmosphere, and Zhang Sanfeng had already begun to wash and clean up, after all, he also represented the façade of Wudang today.
In Song Qingshu’s small courtyard, Jiang Yuyan stood at the door, knocking on the door a little anxiously.
“Oh, young master, it’s time for you to get up, today is the old chief’s 100th birthday, you can’t be late.”
He was knocking on the door, but saw Song Qingshu standing at the door dressed neatly.
Dressed in a cyan Taoist robe, with long hair tied behind his head, his better face looked very kind, but the momentum that erupted from his body seemed very deep.
Jiang Yuyan was also confused for a while, standing in place and staring at Song Qingshu.
“Go back to God, girl, it’s almost time for us to leave, if we don’t leave, we’ll be late.”
Looking at Song Qingshu’s gentle and jade-like son, Jiang Yuyan blushed shyly and bowed her head, just walking in front with a stuffy head.
Turned around and locked the room, and inside were Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo’s two children.
Today’s scene, you must not let these two children appear at the birthday scene. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）
Not long after, the two of them walked to the main hall, it was still early, and the guests had not yet arrived.
There were only Wudang people in the entire hall, and Zhang Sanfeng stood in the center, yawning a little boredly.
“When will this start, I’ll just say I’m early.”
On the side, Song Yuanqiao said a little helplessly.
“Oh, master, don’t say anything, wait for people 243 to come, and then it will depend on you to press the field.”
Zhang Sanfeng turned around and sat down directly, waving his hand casually.
“Call me when you need me.”
Before everyone could speak, Zhang Sanfeng’s snoring had already resounded throughout the hall.
“Okay, the master is also coaxed to sleep, then let’s be busy, and in another point, almost many people should come.”
Song Qingshu walked to Song Yuanqiao’s side with a smile and looked at the hall that had been arranged.
“Good cleanup, Daddy, are you ready?”
The two of them looked in the direction of Zhang Cuishan, and even Yin Susu was busy in the hall.