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However, suddenly a monk who came forward to collect scriptures was beaten into flight by a fat man with a face full of flesh. Although this man was as fat as a ball, he was light in skill and obviously not weak in martial arts.

"Ge Lao Zi Di! Donkey, you said that these martial arts belong to your Shaolin Temple? You take out your Shaolin Temple martial arts, let's compare!"

"This brother is right. I really thought it was the martial arts of the world who came out of Shaolin. You see all martial arts. Why don't you also take away the martial arts of other schools?" Smiled.

A thin boy with a grudge on his face, he put a pamphlet into his arms and said: "This martial arts cannot be handed over to you, I must learn to do martial arts, go to the Valley of the Evilman to find my parents who died tragically for me and be raped for me Avenge my sister, let me surrender this martial arts, are you going to avenge me?"

Not to mention the Putian Shaolin Temple branch, even Songshan Shaolin Temple is no longer the martial arts leader of the past, it has been in decline for many years.Although these unruly people from the rivers and lakes are still a little afraid, they cannot give up because of the superior martial arts in front of them.

In the old days, there were some people who used to kill others for a third-rate secret book. In the martial arts, martial arts represented almost everything.

The old monk looked sad and compassionate, and sighed: "Amitabha, since the benefactors are so obsessed, the poor monks and others can only offend."

When the words fell, he took a step, but everyone was shocked.

The old monk looked skinny and old, but it seemed like a giant. That seemingly weak step made the ground shake slightly.

Such skill is really shocking.

Behind him, a group of monks formed a small Arhat formation.

In an instant, the swords were tense.

In the distance, Ji Wushang silently looked at the set of Shaolin's unique skills engraved on the wall, and looked sideways at the innocent Lian Xing: "You are very skinny."

Lian Xing blinked, her eyes were like autumn water, bright and moving, she sighed: "I don't know that these monks are in Fuzhou City, I will help them."

With that said, Lian Xing walked towards the chaotic crowd, her figure floating like an immortal, seemingly graceful, but in fact it was reaching the extreme, and she entered the crowd within a few breaths.

Ji Wushang sneered: "Stop it."

Chapter 14, Twelve Astrology

Under the city gate.

The ordinary people who were afraid of being affected by the bad situation had already fled far away, but the officers and soldiers who looked forward to it did not let them go easily.

Seeing that these monks are really going to do something, the heroes of the arena who were still aggressively confronting the monks are somewhat guilty. After all, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.However, there are a lot of bloody men here.

"Ge Lao Zi Di! I'm afraid of a bird, I will go to burn these bald donkeys ruined temple after eighteen years!"

The fat man who was like a ball yelled, he was huge, but he was extremely fast, like a huge rock, and slammed into the old monk headed by him.

"This brother is so courageous! Admire!"

"Everyone, how many monks are there!"

"Fuck! I have tolerated these bald donkeys for a long time!"

Someone took the lead, and the rest of the people disappeared and moved with the crowd.

With blood surging up in the brain and blushing, they used various methods to greet the monks. Although these people have high and low martial arts, they are quite vigorous for a time.

Bang!

The fat man who first started to meet him rolled back at a faster speed than before, knocking over many people behind him.

Before all the martial artists understood what was happening, they saw the old monk with rotten body, as if he was about to die at any time, walking indifferently among the crowd.

The old monk's movements didn't seem to be urgent, but everyone didn't see how the other party moved, and everyone who was close to the old monk suddenly flew out.

As if bumping into a demon technique, this old monk was really clever in martial arts.

No one thought that this old monk, who seemed to be about to die, had such a huge power and such a fast speed.

Some people saw this old monk terribly tight, but they didn't care about being mean or not. In an instant, hundreds of silver stars volleyed at the old monk.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The old monk looked compassionate, facing the hundreds of hidden weapons, his face was like an ancient well, he was calm and peaceful.

He waved his robes, and a red whirlpool appeared instantly.

All the hidden weapons in the sky were drawn into the whirlpool by him, and then his robes turned over and all the hidden weapons flew out, followed by a scream.

On the other side, the monks who formed the Little Arhat formation were equally fierce.

The figures are stacked on top of each other, dozens of stick figures fly up and down, like a hedgehog-like fortress, but anyone who relies on it can never stop the power of the formation.

Although there are many people in these arena, martial arts are high and low, and they are not familiar with each other. There are gaps between cooperation, like a mob.

In the face of this old monk and dozens of monks, he fell in the wind from beginning to end, and soon there was only one wailing. The blood that had been provoked by others instantly cooled down. At this time, Fang Zhi himself was so uncomfortable. Capacity.

Fortunately, the monks pay attention to compassion after all. Neither the old monk nor the other monks have killed them. They just let the people break some bones and are temporarily unable to resist. They only waited for the surrounding officers and soldiers to flock to them and detain them.

"give me back!"

The young man who had previously shouted to go to the Valley of the Evil to find his enemies for revenge, was struggling desperately under the suppression of the officers and soldiers. His eyes were red, looking at the martial arts scripture that was robbed by a monk, his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

Obviously, this young man is not well informed. Nowadays, the superior martial arts is no longer rare in the world. Even if you don't get it here, you can find it elsewhere.

"Great monk, why bother?"

An ethereal and innocent sigh sounded, as if it contained some kind of magical power. The air suddenly fell silent, and everyone was stopped.

A graceful and moving figure appeared in everyone's sight, which seemed to contain a certain amount of confusing power. Anyone who saw her eyes couldn't help but show confusion. Those eyes seemed to be breathtaking.

After practicing the Nine Performances of Fish and Dragons, Lian Xing's breath can unconsciously bring a trace of evil, whether she has noticed it or not.

"Amitabha, the female donor also wants martial arts on the wall?" The old monk put his hands together, his peaceful face turned solemn.

This seemingly delicate and feminine woman actually gave him a sense of horror in the face of a terrifying behemoth, and he guessed that this woman might be far above him in martial arts.

Lian Xing was wearing a veil at this time, concealing the appearance of the Qingcheng. No one would associate her with the disabled second palace lord of the flower palace.

"These martial arts are nothing unusual to me, but"

Lian Xing sighed: "Great monk, I advise you, no matter what is engraved on this city wall, you don't care. You don't care about these people who copy martial arts. Because you are not qualified to manage, just go back now, don't be plain Surrendered his life."

Although the old monk felt that the appearance of this woman was a little weird, he did not feel any malicious in her body, and said politely: "This is about the honor and disgrace of my Shaolin Temple. It should not be spread easily. Laona can only thank the donor for kindness. However, listen to the donor. In terms of words, it seems to know who left the things on the wall?"

Lian Xing said: "The great monk should get news that these things cannot be prevented by one person and one temple. As for the people who do these things, aren't they carved on the wall?"

The old monk's eyes sank: "Does the donor know why this Zhenwu Temple is sacred?"

Lian Xing shook his head, and said: "You are not qualified to inquire about this, Zhenwu Palace, even the world martial arts combined can't fight, why bother to struggle."

She knew that there was no real martial arts temple in this world, but at the moment she pretended to be mysterious.

"As for the people who carved these scriptures on the wall, they are right in front of you."