The Wudang faction is very strong, so strong that if all the masters who have surpassed the ninth level of the Void Return do not end up, then Wudang can rely on the strength of only one faction...... , alone against the entire rivers and lakes!

Of course, masters like Li Ruohai and Song Que who have surpassed the ninth level of the Void Returning to the Void will not be stupid, so although the Wudang faction is strong and outrageous, they don't dare to be blind everywhere casually.

Therefore, when Wukong smashed the gate of the Wudang station with a stick, not only all the Wudang disciples in the station were stupid, but all the disciples of all the nearby sects were also shocked...... , the eyeballs are about to burst!

"Well-behaved! That fat man is so fucking bullish! Dare to challenge Wudang with a single stick, and he is really a good man! Brother, I'll help you ——!", "Have the courage——! I've fucking seen Wudang unpleasantly, fuck his ——!", "Ah? That person...... Brother, is he the flower thief?", "Get out of the way! You are the flower thief!" Brother Mengshi, I ——! Zhang Xiaohua too...... , Wukong's arrogant stick, as if it was a signal to beat Wudang, made thousands of knights of various factions nearby, all of them rushed over with red faces and thick necks.

Of course, Wukong didn't expect that he would have so many allies, so after he saw this situation, he was immediately stunned.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect that after Wukong stood still for two time and space, he suddenly hit his station in a rage and directly leveled the door of his house, so he immediately stood up in shock and anger, ready to hurry out to stop this big brawl that was about to start.

However, Mu Daoren suddenly stretched out his hand to grab him, and said to him in a deep voice: "Master! Wudang can't afford to lose this person, if you stop it, where is the majesty of our Wudang? When that little fat man loses, it's not too late for you to stop it." After finishing speaking, he let go and stood aside, respectfully waiting for Zhang Sanfeng's decision.

No matter what the reason is, no matter how angry Wukong is in his heart, he can't beep and smash the gate of Wudang directly, which is equivalent to a slap in the face of the Wudang faction.

Therefore, if Zhang Sanfeng intervenes to stop the brawl now, and then politely invites Wukong into the station, then it will be tantamount to the Wudang faction being soft and intimidating, and he will be completely faceless.

Therefore, no matter who wins or loses for a while, this fight, that must be fought!

Zhang Sanfeng's face changed back and forth eight times, and finally he sighed in extreme distress, and chose to follow the advice of the Mudao people and save the face of his sect first.

He chose not to stop the door and Wukong from making a move, and Yan Shisan and Song Que in the distance would certainly not help Wukong slap Wudang in the face.

So, after Wukong came back to his senses, he immediately looked up to the sky and shouted: "Get out of the way——! this is a grudge between me and the Mudao people, who the fuck dares to follow the blindness, don't blame me for being ruthless under the stick of Wang Chongyang——!"

After calming down, Wukong immediately reacted, knowing that his slamming of the door was indeed a bit excessive, so in order not to escalate the hatred and expand the scope of the fight, he had to quickly prevent all his allies from participating in the war.

As soon as the people from the various sects heard this, they immediately became completely bored, because Wukong made it very clear that this was just a personal grudge, and they were not qualified to follow it.

As a result, the thousands of people who rushed here had no choice but to watch a hundred and two figures rise from the Wudang faction's station, suspended in the air at a height of 100 meters, and condescendingly shouted at Wukong: "How daring——! in that case...... , Eagle Crane Fulong Formation, take down this madman for me——!" With the order of the middle-aged man in white, one hundred and eight white-clothed Wudang True Transmission disciples, and another one hundred and eight black-clothed True Transmission disciples, rose to the sky at the same time, and according to the arrangement of the formation, they were suspended below these two people.

Then, one hundred and eight white-clothed Wudang True Transmission disciples turned into one hundred and eight white cranes, surrounding the thirty-meter-long giant crane that the white-clothed middle-aged man had transformed, and the other one hundred and eight black-clothed Wudang True Transmission disciples turned into one hundred and eight black demon eagles, surrounding the thirty-meter-long giant eagle that the black-clothed middle-aged man had transformed.

Wukong has learned the knowledge of formations, but he generally doesn't use this knowledge at all, except for making strange things and cooking dishes.

However, Wukong's Nine Dividing Heaven Stick Method, if he wants to exert the greatest power, it is precisely ...... , it must be combined with the formation!

Wukong usually plays blindly, and when he can shoot the opponent with a stick, he will never play a second shot, otherwise, he will use his super fast speed to hit the opponent back and forth as a ball.

Therefore, now after seeing the formation in the sky, Wukong was stunned for a moment, and secretly thought in his heart: "If I cripple them all with a stick, is it too bad to give Zhang Sanfeng face? Forget it, since people have put out such a good-looking big formation, then I will also fight, a little better." Thinking of this, Wukong held the red long stick that was the thickness of an adult's arm, nearly five meters long, and after slamming it on the ground, he raised his head and shouted loudly.

"I'm ready, you guys come on——!" After shouting, Wukong rarely played a stick flower, put the stick behind his back with one hand, and after posing in a very two-way pose, he waited for the Wudang disciples to attack together.

Looking at the fat man below, the two middle-aged men in black and white were very skeptical that Wukong could survive a second under the attack of the big array.

However, it was too late to say anything, so after the giant eagle and the giant crane looked at each other, they let out a loud chirp at the same time, piercing the clouds and fog.

With the roar of the eagles and cranes, Wukong, who was in the array, was directly shocked by the sound waves of the two giant birds in an instant, and his head "Weng ——!" made a loud noise, and he almost fainted on the spot.

Before Wukong came to his senses, hundreds of white cranes and black eagles turned into black and white phantoms at the same time, and after rushing down from the sky, they launched a crazy onslaught around Wukong.

The speed of the eagle crane was so fast that the people standing outside the formation couldn't see the situation in the center at all, and Wukong seemed to be wrapped in a black and white ball tens of meters high, and he couldn't see his life and death at all.

Wukong couldn't see the situation around him clearly, so he could only be embarrassed, dancing like crazy with a fast speed, so as not to let those terrifying big birds hurt him.

However, the Eagle Crane Fulong Array was not so simple at all, and the Wudang disciples saw that they couldn't hurt Wukong, so they suddenly slowed down their flying speed and began to fly around Wukong regularly, while constantly chirping at Wukong.

The constant chirping of eagles and cranes from all directions immediately shook Wukong to a splitting headache, and his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth began to leak blood non-stop, and he couldn't even hold the stick in his hand.

In less than ten seconds, the speed of Wukong's dance stick suddenly slowed down significantly.

As soon as they saw this situation, the two giant eagles and giant cranes knew that even if they didn't make a move, Wukong would definitely be finished!

Sure enough, as soon as all the Wudang disciples saw the opportunity, they immediately began to speed up at the same time, and after slamming the entire formation, they were ready to launch the final blow against Wukong.

Yan Shisan, Song Que, Zhang Sanfeng and others, of course, also knew that Wukong was pretending to be over-beeping, and the next second would definitely be difficult to escape the tragic end of a hundred birds' corpses.

However, just as the few of them were about to attack at the same time, Wukong, who was in the center of the big array, suddenly pointed his stick towards the sky, and then, thousands of long sticks together formed a thousand-meter-long dragon, standing proudly above the clouds with teeth and claws!

"Break the ————————! for me" Wukong raised his head to the sky and yelled, then turned his wrist slightly.

So, with his turn, all the sticks trembled at the same time, and then, an invisible sound wave completely erupted from the dragon's body, killing almost everyone in the entire Shengtian City...... , all of them were directly stunned.