Long shocked the sky and set off to come to Shaolin, in fact, it also had the intention of preventing Fang Bai's master and apprentice from dying in vain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The two of them arrived near Shaolin a day in advance, and successfully tracked down Fang Bai's master and apprentice.

When he saw that the two of them didn't use any true yuan and ran wildly with pure physical strength, the dragon girl was certainly puzzled by this, and Long Jingtian was also a little puzzled, but he would never think that Fang Bai's master and apprentice would be bored to the point of running casually, guessing that it should be some kind of cultivation method.

"Grandpa, do you want to stop them now?"

After tracking for a while, seeing that Songshan, where Shaolin was located, was already in sight, the dragon girl asked sideways.

Long shook his head and said, "No, the two of them don't have too much violent and killing energy, and maybe there won't be an imaginary duel." As for me, I don't want to show up until I have to!"

"I still hope they can fight......"

The dragon girl muttered under her breath.

"You girl, what's in it for you if they fight?"

The dragon shook the sky and said angrily.

The dragon girl smiled and said: "The members of the 'Dragon Guard' all say, grandpa, you are the number one master in the secular ancient martial arts world, I want to see grandpa, you show your talents, but there is no chance!

Long Jingtian laughed and scolded: "You stinky girl, you know how to mess around! What is the number one master, that is speculated by others, I don't dare to be it! The road of martial arts is endless." In this world, who dares to say that he has stood at the pinnacle of martial arts and is invincible in the world?"

"In my heart, grandpa is the first!

Remember, after we sneak into Shaolin, you'd better not make a noise and just watch silently. There are many Shaolin masters, if you are not careful, you will be discovered by them, and then we can only show our heads!"

"Got it!"

While the grandfather and grandson were talking, they found that Master Fang Bai had arrived at the "Welcome Pavilion" at the foot of Songshan.

The Welcome Pavilion is a small pavilion set up at the foot of the mountain by the Shaolin Zhike Hall, which specializes in dealing with some incidents in Shaolin and the outside world.

For example, there are often warriors from the ancient martial arts world who come to Shaolin to challenge and want to fight to become famous.

In the living room, there will be two monks on duty every day.

When Fang Bai and the ghost hand arrived at the welcome pavilion, they saw two ordinary monks, an old man and a young man, sitting upright in the pavilion.

"Two donors, what's the matter?"

Seeing Fang Bai and the ghost hand walking into the welcome pavilion, the two Zhike monks hurriedly got up, and the old Zhike monk asked respectfully.

"You go and tell the old monk Jueren, just say that the disciple of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley is a ghost hand, and he came to Shaolin to settle a grudge!"

Ghost Hand said coldly.

Seeing that the ghost hand suddenly showed a fierce light and murderous aura, the two Zhike monks couldn't help but snort.

"Donor, please wait a minute......"

The old monk thought of the abbot's previous advice, and immediately gave the young monk a look.

The young monk didn't say a word, spread his legs, and ran towards the mountain like crazy.

After the incident of Yanyulou and Qingchengguan happened one after another, Shaolin also received the news, so the abbot of Jueren repeatedly told the monk who was in charge of guarding the monk that once he saw two young people appear at the bottom of the mountain, he immediately went up the mountain to report without delay.

Fang Bai and the ghost hand came to Shaolin this time, they came to seek justice openly and openly, so they were not in a hurry, and when they saw the young monk going up the mountain, the two of them sat down in the pavilion and waited patiently.

A moment later, four middle-aged monks surrounded a fat monk with a fat head and big ears and a red face speeding down from the mountain path.

Looking at the posture of the five monks, they are all warrior monks who are not weak.

"One prefecture-level primary, four Xuan-level perfections...... Legend has it that Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou in the ancient martial arts world of China, and the best ancient martial arts sect.

Fang Bai saw that the five Shaolin monks who came down the mountain, the weakest were all Xuan-level consummation, and there was actually a prefecture-level martial artist, just these, it was not comparable to Yanyulou and Qingchengguan.

It is rumored that the current abbot of Shaolin, Jueren, is a thin old monk about sixty years old, holding a Zen staff, wearing a robe with a bright red background and bright gold thread, and the fat monk who is sweeping towards the welcome pavilion is very different from the image of the rumored Shaolin abbot Jueren, and it is inferred from its strength that it should be an elder figure in Shaolin.

The fat monk came to the reception pavilion surrounded by five middle-aged monks, and after glancing at Fang Bai and the ghost hand, he walked into the pavilion with a solemn face, and said, "Dare to ask which donor is the ghost hand of the disciple of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley?"

"I am!"

The ghost hand took a step forward, his eyes were cold, he looked at the fat monk, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you Jueren?"

The fat monk said: "The old monk Jueming is now the elder of Zhiketang. Senior Brother Abbot is in retreat, it is inconvenient to go down the mountain, please forgive me!"

The ghost hand sneered: "Retreat and cultivation? hehe, it's obvious that you've done something wrong, and you don't have the face to see people, right?"

"After Senior Brother Abbot knew that the benefactor was a disciple of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, he specially asked me to bring a message over......"

Jue Ming met the hateful gaze of the ghost hand, and said in a solemn voice: "He said that the matter of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, although it was done by a small group of Shaolin monks without his knowledge, but as the abbot, he should be responsible for the poor supervision. He asked me to apologize to the donor on behalf of Shaolin, and at the same time return a piece of heaven-level exercise that I copied from Yanyulou to the donor......"

"Apologies...... What an apology!"

The ghost hand watched Jueming put a copy of the Heavenly Rank Exercises on the stone table in the Welcome Pavilion, looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, then looked at it angrily, and said loudly: "I killed a few of you monks, burned down your temple, and then apologized to you, are you willing?"

"Amitabha!"

Jue Ming pronounced the Buddha's horn and said in a deep voice: "As far as I know, in the matter of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, my Shaolin disciple withdrew halfway and did not kill any of you......"

The ghost hand asked sharply: "Although you are not killing people, what is the difference between you and killing people? Don't you monks think that you are blaspheming the Buddha by secretly committing murder and arson, and you all deserve to be in hell!"

After the ghost hand finished speaking, he walked to the stone table, grabbed the heaven-level exercise, and the true yuan penetrated into it, and then waved it hard, and a heaven-level exercise suddenly turned into confetti and flew away with the wind.

For the martial artists of the secular world, the Heavenly Rank Exercise is a coveted treasure, Jueming didn't expect the ghost hand to even look at it, so he destroyed it casually, and couldn't help but feel very distressed, and when he heard the few words said by the ghost hand, his face suddenly sank, and said: "Donor, the words are serious!"

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