Early the next morning, we climbed Mt. Shomuro.

Murong Xiaoxiao changed her dress, but she was still so exposed, under the wide white shirt was a tight sports vest, revealing a strong and slender waist, wearing extremely short sports shorts on the lower body, wrapping her attractive plump buttocks, revealing a pair of proud long legs, still wearing a high ponytail, still with cute tear moles, and carrying a long sword in her hand.

We climbed to the top of the mountain.

Shaolin is an old-school sect, and the sect is on the top of Shaolin Mountain, which has remained unchanged for a hundred years.

As soon as we reached the gate, two young monks stopped us.

"The entrance to the pilgrims has not yet opened, and the two female benefactors. ”

I took out my ID: "Lu Min, the leader of the seventh group of the Martial Arts Administration, come and ask for some information." ”

The two monks looked at my documents carefully before allowing me to enter, and one foot stepped into the door, but Murong Xiaoxiao was stopped by the two monks.

"I'm sorry, female donor, the Buddha door is clean, and you are not allowed to enter if you are not neatly dressed. ”

I looked back at Murong Xiaoxiao, and she looked up at the monk who was half a head taller than him.

The two monks have fast shoulders, firm chests, and thick arms, and at first glance they are people who practice martial arts, guards guarding the door, I don't want to cause trouble: "Murong Xiaoxiao, you wait for me here." ”

"Don't. Murong Xiaoxiao was obviously a little angry: "What are you talking about? What do you mean to be untidy? I think it's so good-looking, hindering you can only mean that your cultivation is not in place." ”

"Shameless demon girl!"

One of the monks lowered his head and whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

I could see that Murong Xiaoxiao was completely enraged, as if it had touched her pain point.

"What do you mean by being shameless? I wanted to say forget it, after all, you have your rules, what do you mean now? What are you scolding me for? Who do you say is a demon girl? Now I want to enter. ”

"No, Murong Xiaoxiao, forget it. I hurriedly persuaded that this woman was too arrogant.

Before I could finish speaking, she had already drawn her sword.

The two monks also lifted the wooden sticks on the side.

"Not ........."

I couldn't speak, anyway, she was herself to blame, so I found a stone bench and sat down to watch the farce at the door.

The two monks stepped forward and stabbed from two different directions.

But only a purple afterimage was hit, and Murong Xiaoxiao had already flashed behind the two.

At this time, I sat up, what kind of weird step is this, it is definitely not Emei's light skill, the strange thing is that Ling Jian has also used such footwork before.

The cold light flashed, and Murong Xiaoxiao slapped the buttocks of the two monks with the back of his sword.

The two monks screamed.

Stumbled a few steps.

Murong Xiaoxiao looked at the two of them triumphantly, and the two of them were even more annoyed.

Raise the stick to open, one person splits the head and slashes downward, and the other sweeps from the lower plate.

Murong Xiaoxiao waved his long sword, and each of his backhands blocked the attack of the lower plate, and at the same time raised a kick in the chest of the monk in front of him, and a monk was directly kicked away.

At the same time, Murong Xiaoxiao's sword blade was like lightning, stabbing twice, and with a miserable scream, the other monk also threw away the wooden stick in his hand, the tiger's mouth, and his palm was already full of blood.

"Shaolin Kung Fu, that's it. Murong Xiaoxiao looked at the two who fell to the ground.

"Who's talking wildly!"

An extremely strong man's voice came from the side, with an internal force in his voice, and he felt trembling just by hearing it.

Walking from a distance was a big man, extremely tall and burly, with a bare upper body, extremely broad shoulders, thick arms like tree trunks, two boulder-like pectoral muscles on his chest, and indeed a somewhat fat abdomen.

The face is full of scum, like a steel needle, and the pace is steady, and it can be seen that he is a master.

I know this person, Xuanli, Xuanzhi peers, legend has it that he was a local tyrant before he became a monk, and he killed the tiger empty-handed when he didn't know martial arts.

"Uncle Shi!"

As if they had seen a savior, the two monks hurriedly pounced on Xuanli.

Xuanli looked down at Murong Xiaoxiao: "Little girl, are you talking wildly?"

"Is it just the truth?" Murong Xiaoxiao still said provocatively.

I don't want to stop it, I still want to see Murong Xiaoxiao's strength.

"Hmph, so arrogant at a young age, let me teach you!"

Xuanli took a stance, and the skeletal muscles clicked.

The purple light on Murong Xiaoxiao's body floated, and he jumped high and stabbed three swords in a row to stab at Xuanli.

"Bell, bell!"

There was the sound of metal clashing.

The Xuan Li in front of him was already golden, like a golden statue.

King Kong is not bad.

Shaolin's Peerless School.

Xuanli turned, Murong Xiaoxiao, but only caught the purple afterimage.

The strange footwork made the big guy lose his bearing.

Murong Xiaoxiao, who was floating with purple light, stepped on Xuanli's knees.

Jumped behind him.

The internal force of the whole body is wrapped around the sword.

A stab hit Xuanli's vest.

Xuanli screamed, and the gold on his body dissipated.

The incorruptible body of King Kong is naturally powerful, but it can be broken through by clicking on specific acupuncture points, and it will take some time to use the incorruptible body of King Kong again.

Annoyed and angry, Xuan Li hugged Murong Xiaoxiao, but he was hit by an afterimage.

The purple light floating on Murong Xiaoxiao's body reminded me of the flowing water she used to defeat Ling Blade when she was on Ghost Island before.

Murong Xiaoxiao flashed to the side.

Two stabs in a row.

Just listen to the snapping sound.

The belt of his pants around his waist was severed, and his pants fell off at his ankles.

Bare-ass in front of everyone.

"Who is disheveled now?Uncle Shi?" Murong Xiaoxiao deliberately sarcastically mocked him with a cute voice, and after Xuanli roared with a flushed face, he pounced on Murong Xiaoxiao, the pants on his ankles were like shackles, making him unable to move, Murong Xiaoxiao flew up and kicked his pants wrapped around his ankles.

Xuanli was tripped and fell directly to the ground face to the ground, his front teeth were directly broken, and blood flowed out, Murong Xiaoxiao flew up and sat on his waist, the long sword was inserted between his legs, only a few inches away from the vital parts, Xuanli didn't dare to move, and became Murong Xiaoxiao's human bench motionlessly.

Murong Xiaoxiao's little hand slapped on his naked ass, as if he was playing a drum, rhythmically and continuously.

Xuanli lay on the ground and cried bitterly.

Such a commotion has attracted everyone, and the monks are holding long sticks at Murong Xiaoxiao, but they are stunned by the scene in front of them, and the master of the temple, Xuanli, is directly so embarrassed.

They didn't know that she was fighting against Murong Xiaoxiao, a master of the younger generation, who had an undefeated record.

"Witch! ....... Let go of Uncle Shi!"

"You come to save him, I'm afraid that my sword will accidentally move when the time comes......."

"Stand down, stand down!" Xuan Li hurriedly shouted.

When the crowd was in an uproar.

I could only hear a sound like a lion's roar, and the internal force rushed towards me like a wave.

Without internal strength, I just felt a big mountain pressing down on me.

I recognize this trick.

Great mercy and compassion.

Murong Xiaoxiao hurriedly pulled out her long sword and defended it horizontally in front of her, but the internal force directly pushed her away, pushed her away from Xuanli's body, and fell heavily to the ground.

Murong Xiaoxiao spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at the long sword in his hand in disbelief, he was still trembling.

A man flew in the distance, so powerful that he seemed to be walking in the air.

I naturally recognized the man, it was Xuanzhi, but he was wearing the abbot's robe.

"Acting for the abbot!" the monks saluted.

Has Xuan Zhi learned to be compassionate and compassionate?