When Leng Fan came to the thatched hut where Old Man Zhou was before, Leng Fan observed the entire thatched hut, and his face showed doubts, because at this time, he was also observing the thatched hut with his divine vision, and found that the appearance of the thatched hut could be clearly seen with the naked eye, but the divine vision could not see anything, and it seemed that there was a strange force under the thatched hut that was hindering him.

"Xiao Fan, the elders of Shaolin Temple are inside, and there are three of the highest prestige in the elder group, namely the Great Elder Master Tairu, the Second Elder Master Jingqing, and the Third Elder ** Master. These three are all first-class superpowers, and all three of them are highly respected figures in the supernatural world, and one of them is attached to the National Security Bureau, so you have to be mentally prepared. Before entering the thatched house, Old Man Zhou introduced Leng Fan to the three most powerful figures in Shaolin Temple.

And Leng Fan didn't care who it was at all, and it didn't matter to him what the other party's identity was. The next moment, he followed Old Man Zhou into the thatched hut, and after he walked in, he glanced forward and immediately pointed to the monk in the middle and shouted: "You are the head here, right? Let my sister go immediately, otherwise I will level your Shaolin Temple." ”

Leng Fan's sudden domineering opening made the whole grass house terrifyingly quiet, and those monks were dumbfounded, they had already prepared a lot of lines, but they didn't expect that the other party didn't give them a chance at all, and just opened their mouths so strongly.

The people in this thatched hut are all high-ranking monks of Shaolin Temple, and they are all like beings in the supernatural world, so they are usually very arrogant, and they can't allow outsiders to point fingers at them, let alone be pointed at in their own territory.

However, they didn't want to endure it, but they had to endure it, because the person pointing at their head was someone who surpassed the powerhouse of the Innate Realm, and they didn't have the confidence to beat the other party.

"Young man, you are very arrogant, maybe you already think that you are invincible in the world. The monk in the middle replied calmly, and did not get angry because Leng Fan pointed at his head.

Leng Fan replied very seriously: "I didn't think that the world is invincible, I just came to pick up my sister home today." Old monk, you have a reply, whether you let it go or not, if you don't let it go, you will start fighting, there is nothing to say to you. ”

"Presumptuous, Shaolin Temple is not a place for you to go wild. Finally, someone couldn't hold his breath, wearing a robe, around forty years old, and his momentum was not as high as the first three old monks.

Leng Fan glanced back, and a momentum rushed directly over. The monk who spoke had not yet closed his mouth, and suddenly a strong oppressive force on his body pressed him to the ground and could not move.

"Adults talk, children don't interject. "Leng Fan is not only domineering now, but also very arrogant, this kind of momentum everyone knows after seeing it, and it is almost impossible to have a good talk with him.

"Young man, the poor monk wanted to calm down with you and talk about your so-called sister, but it is no longer possible, since you want to fight, then let the horse come, our Shaolin Temple's thousand-year-old heritage is not something that can be suppressed by just one person. When the old monk finished saying this, he immediately exuded a fighting spirit on his body, and a strong wind blew in the grass hut in an instant.

As soon as the old monk said this, the other monks also exuded their own momentum, although the battle spirit was very different from the old monk, but there were many people, and the battle spirit gathered together was not weaker than the old monk at all.

Leng Fan put his hands behind his back, and the skin on his face was deformed by the wind, but he stood in place like a pillar, no matter how strong the other party was, he didn't move at all.

"Grandpa Zhou, you and Jiaqi left the Shaolin Temple and went down the mountain directly. Leng Fan had already wanted to do it, but he was worried about Old Man Zhou and Zhou Jiaqi, so he didn't make a move.

Old Man Zhou grabbed Zhou Jiaqi and replied, "Xiaofan, be careful yourself." ”

Old Man Zhou didn't expect in his heart that Leng Fan didn't have a chance to let the other party explain at all, and he was about to start fighting after saying two words, he thought that there was still a possibility of negotiation between them, and he could also say a few words, although he couldn't fight, but he was still quite confident.

Zhou Jiaqi was worried about Leng Fan, but now she can only follow her grandfather out of here.

Old Man Zhou and they left, but the people from Shaolin Temple did not stop them.

"One last question, young man, do you really want to fight us directly? Don't you want to talk to us, maybe we can find a condition that is acceptable to both of us?" the old monk asked in a deep voice.

Leng Fan also replied in a deep voice: "Let my sister go, otherwise there is no possibility of negotiating conditions." ”

"Since that's the case, let's fight!" the old monk roared angrily and shot at Leng Fan first.

The old monk didn't look at him as a hundred years old, but his speed was not satisfied at all, and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Leng Fan and slapped Leng Fan's chest with a palm.

Leng Fan took a step back slightly, and quickly responded with a palm.

With a "bang", the old monk's body was beaten back and flew directly out of the thatched hut.

"Jiezhen ,......." The old monk suddenly clasped his hands together outside the grass hut and recited a series of incantations in his mouth.

Leng Fan suddenly felt something strange under his feet, but before he could react, the entire grass hut changed greatly, and the straw began to evolve into wooden sticks and flew into the sky.

"Young man, the place where you are standing is a large array left by an ancient god, for a thousand years, many supernatural people have been defeated under this great array, so you still have a chance, leave the Shaolin Temple, and never set foot in. The old monk asked Leng Fan again, which shows that he really doesn't want to be an enemy of Leng Fan.

Leng Fan felt the big array, as well as the wooden sticks that had evolved from straw, he could feel that the power surrounding each stick was very strong, and there was some kind of connection between the sticks.

"Whoosh" A black long sword appeared in Leng Fan's hand.

After the old monk saw Leng Fan's sword, he knew that the other party had rejected him again, so he sighed in his heart and ordered to the other suitable ones in the grass hut just now: "Help me open the big array." ”

It turned out that this old monk could not activate the big array at all by relying on his own strength, and could only open it by gathering the strength of everyone.

More than 20 monks jumped behind the old monk together, and one person and one palm lined up and hit the old monk's back, the old monk's face suddenly turned red, and his body seemed to have become a container, a container for absorbing abilities.

The wooden sticks in the air began to make such a sound at this moment.

"Open" The old monk roared loudly, and countless wooden sticks flew towards Leng Fan.

Leng Fan jumped up and flew into the sky, but the wooden sticks immediately followed, and there were so many and fast that they were about to catch up.

The sword in Leng Fan's hand turned into countless sword qi, and one by one the sword qi was right on the wooden stick. But he found that after the sword qi hit the wooden stick, although the wooden stick was split into two, the wooden stick that turned into two still flew towards Leng Fan.

"Dangdang......" Leng Fan could only keep beating the wooden sticks like this, but the result could only be that the number of wooden sticks was increasing.

"Looks like we're going to have to use this trick. Leng Fan muttered, and in an instant, the sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

"I didn't expect to use this trick so soon, although the master told me not to take this move lightly, but I don't have so many worries at the moment. Leng Fan muttered to himself, as if the move he was about to use could not appear easily.

"The first style of cutting the sky, breaking the sky" Leng Fan shouted, and the sword light in his hand was even more dazzling, like a round of sun shining on the heavens and the earth.

The intense light enveloped the entire Shaolin Temple under it.

"Grandpa, what kind of light is this, why can't I help but tremble all over my body, I'm so scared. Zhou Jiaqi, who had not walked far, hugged herself with both hands, squatted on the ground and kept trembling.

Old Man Zhou was fine, but his face was not very good-looking, he looked back at the sky behind him, but the light directly made him close his eyes. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, because he had a feeling of death in his heart, like a knife on his head that would fall on him at any moment.

Old Man Zhou would feel this way when he was so far away, and even more so about the nearest group of monks, they all closed their eyes, and they felt a lot of pressure in their bodies and minds, even if they tried their best to offset this pressure, they all failed.

The old monk had absorbed the power of dozens of people, so he had some effect when he resisted this light, but after he looked up at the sword looming in the sky, he knew that the moment this sword fell was when he died, because the power contained in that sword had surpassed his cognition.

"Old Ancestor, aren't you showing up yet?" the old monk suddenly shouted loudly to the sky.

Leng Fan in the sky also heard the old monk's shout, but he didn't pay attention to it, and the sword in his hand swung directly downward.

Countless eyes turned into a cloud of black gas under this sword, and then dissipated with the wind, as if burned by fire.

The old monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person lay on the ground at once, because his body could not withstand the pressure on the top of his head, and he himself absorbed so much power beyond his bearing, once he lost the big array, it was like a container out of water suddenly without a water outlet, and the container would explode.

"Boy, stop. The next moment, a voice fell from the sky, and a black shadow rushed out from somewhere in the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple. The black shadow flew in the direction of the old monk there, and the speed was very fast, and it probably didn't even take a blink of an eye to stand on the old monk's head, directly facing Leng Fan's sword.

Leng Fan didn't know who the old man was, and he had no intention of stopping, so he pressed directly down on the mysterious man.

The sound of "boom" and the earth cracking burst in the Shaolin Temple Mountain, the ground began to tremble, and the entire Songshan Mountain seemed to be experiencing a six-magnitude earthquake. And constantly Songshan, the towns near Songshan felt a strong earthquake, and everyone ran out of their homes to stand on the flat ground to feel the sudden earthquake.

The sword in Leng Fan's hand was back, and his feet were already dusty, and it was difficult for the naked eye to see the scene under the dust. But Leng Fan's eyes revealed a glimmer of essence at this time, and judging from the expression on his face, he seemed to see everything that happened under the dust, so he kept a trace of vigilance.

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