Seeing that there are many people in the crowd, some rude people and people who are eager for revenge can't help but use foul language and scold very fiercely and viciously.

Dozens of people pulled out their blades one after another, and they wanted to rush up and divide Xiao Feng's body with a knife.

It's just that I remembered that Xiao Feng single-handedly killed hundreds of heroes and heroes in Juxianzhuang, and the heroes only dared to scold, and no one dared to be the first to step forward.

Murong Fu was furious when he saw the heroes, and the spearhead was all aimed at Xiao Feng. The heart collects people's hearts, thinking that the opportunity to help themselves has come.

Then he performed light skills, jumped to the open space in the center of the crowd, and said loudly: "Xiao Feng, you are originally the same name as Zaixia, but you killed many Central Plains martial arts heroes in Juxianzhuang.

I, Murong Fu, am ashamed to be with you, the Khitans, and today I will learn your Excellency's tricks, even if you die in the hands of your Excellency, you will do your best for the heroes of the Central Plains, although you are still glorious in death. ”

When the heroes saw that Nan Murong, who was as famous as Xiao Feng, came out, they suddenly became bold. Just wait for the two to fight, but if Xiao Feng can't suppress Murong Fu, the group will definitely rush up.

Ah Zi, who was lying in Xiao Feng's arms, almost cried all the grievances in recent days, and said with a crying voice: "My eyes were blinded by Ding Chunqiu, brother-in-law, you gouged out Ding Chunqiu's eyes to avenge me." ”

When Duan Yu next to him heard this, he walked towards Ding Chunqiu with a gloomy face.

Xiao Feng just wanted to hold Duan Yu, but was stopped by Xuzhu and said: "The third brother is now the head of the Xiaoyao faction, and this Ding Chunqiu is a traitor to the Xiaoyao faction, so let's leave this matter to the third brother." ”

Duan Yu was thinking about how to concoct Ding Chunqiu in order to relieve the hatred in his heart, and he used the true qi of the Northern Darkness and announced loudly: "This seat is the new head of the Loose Sect, Duan Yu, who is here today to clean up the traitor Ding Chunqiu of the sect. ”

Ding Chunqiu saw that Duan Yu, the son-in-law, was actually the new head of the Xiaoyao faction, and thought that if he captured this kid, he would definitely be able to ask all the secrets of the Xiaoyao faction's magic skills.

Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu made a preemptive move, suddenly jumped towards Duan Yu, and struck out with one palm, without using poisonous skills. I am afraid that if Duan Yu is a silver spear wax head, he will be accidentally killed by himself, and the secret book of divine skills will be far away from him.

I saw Duan Yu running Ling Bo and stepping towards a very mysterious direction, and the whole person seemed to disappear, leaving only a hazy white shadow sweeping on the field.

Ding Chunqiu slapped his palm into the air, and he was hit by Duan Yu's leg on his waist, but it didn't hurt much, it seemed that the other party didn't have any internal strength.

At this time, Zhuang Juxian looked at Ah Zi lying in Xiao Feng's arms, and a wave of vinegar rose in his heart.

There was a shouting and scolding of the heroes in his ears, and he remembered the picture of his father and uncle in Juxian Village, like five horses splitting their bodies.

"Ah, Xiao Feng, I want you to die!" Zhuang Juxian went crazy and attacked Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng pushed Ah Zi to Xuzhu's side and greeted Zhuang Juxian.

I saw that Zhuang Juxian had already lost his mind, and there was no order between his moves.

Xiao Feng couldn't understand why this iron-headed man suddenly went berserk and attacked him, but he felt that he was a loyal protector of the lord, and he kept his hands everywhere.

Murong Fu secretly shouted that it was a good opportunity, and with Zhuang Juxian to contain Xiao Feng, he had a better chance of winning.

So when Xiao Feng and Zhuang Juxian were fighting, a sword attacked from behind, wanting to finish the battle.

I only heard three bangs, and three strong fingers hit Murong Fu's long sword.

Under the powerful force, Murong Fu was taken to the side.

I saw that there was only one hilt left of the long sword in his hand, and the long sword had been broken into four in total.

Looking up, Xuzhu's left hand was in the shape of a flower, and he said with a smile on his face: "Amitabha, Murong Gongzi, don't rush to attack my eldest brother first, and ask Gongzi to prove that it was not you who killed Master Xuanbei of our temple in the first place."

Otherwise, the little monk will avenge my uncle and ancestor of Xuanbei. ”

Murong Fu felt that he had lost face in front of the crowd, and said hatefully: "What evidence do you have to say that I killed Master Xuanbei by Murong Fu, who can't see that you want to protect Xiao Feng." ”

Everyone, including the Shaolin monks, also felt that at this time, Xuzhu made a move, clearly wanting to save Xiao Feng, not all for the death of Master Xuanbei.

Who knows that Xuzhu said: "Amitabha, Murong Shi thinks that the little monk is deliberately sheltering my eldest brother."

The monks don't speak, Xiao Feng is the eldest brother of the little monk, and the heroes and heroes don't know each other with the little monk.

If you want to besiege my eldest brother, pass the little monk first!"

After that, the dragon roared around the Xuzhu body, the air waves were churning, and the monk's robe floated up, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a while, and Murong Fu also knew that he was invincible, so he turned around and asked the abbot Xuan Ci: "Shaolin will let the disciples help and abuse like this. ”

Xuan Ci didn't know what to do at this time, so he could only meditate on Amitabha Buddha and ignore Murong Fu's questioning.

Here, Xiao Feng was worried that Xuzhu would be besieged by everyone, so he no longer showed mercy, and hit Zhuang Juxian's chest with a six-successful dragon swim in the four seas.

Zhuang Juxian was knocked out, fell to the ground and covered his chest, and was in a state of confusion for a while, so he was not uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and he had no strength to fight again.

Ding Chunqiu tried his best, but he still couldn't touch Duan Yu at all, but was constantly punched and kicked by Duan Yu.

consciously lost face in front of everyone in the martial arts, and shouted angrily: "What kind of ability is it to dare to hide and hide, and have the ability to face the old immortal." ”

"Okay, then I'll just stand here. ”

As a result, Duan Yu really stopped, which was greatly beyond Ding Chunqiu's expectations, the secret path was really young and vigorous, and he gave up his advantages when he was provoked by the old man, and I will see how the old man tortures you later.

Ding Chunqiu ran the Dafa of Transformation Gong, jumped up, and hit Duan Yu who was standing still with one palm.

I saw Duan Yu with an understated smile on his face, pointing out.

An invisible sword qi came in an instant with a screaming sound, hitting Ding Chunqiu's left arm.

Ding Chunqiu, who was in pain, fell to the ground from mid-air, his face was distorted in pain, and cold sweat flowed.

Suddenly, Duan Yu raised his right hand, and pointed out again, and the strong survival instinct made Ding Chunqiu endure the severe pain and dodge to the side.

I saw Duan Yu standing still, pointing to the east and the west. Because the sword qi of the Six-Vein Divine Sword was powerful and extremely fast, Ding Chunqiu could only predict and dodge by Duan Yu's action of raising his hand.

While Ding Chunqiu was dodging, he gradually approached Duan Yu, and with a fierce hand, a cloud of white powder floated towards Duan Yu.

Ding Chunqiu was secretly happy, this is all the amount of poison powder on his body, as long as ordinary people are contaminated, they will be killed immediately within three breaths, there is no life or death, and there is no medicine to solve.

When the powder dispersed, I saw Duan Yu patting the ten thousand poisonous powder on his clothes with his hand, but there was no sign of poisoning.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu had already recognized that he was not Duan Yu's opponent, and rushed into the crowd with a leap. The front yard was flat and unfavorable for escaping, so I had to flee to the backyard.

Duan Yu saw Ding Chunqiu running away and immediately followed. Teasing Ding Chunqiu just now was just a stingy breath, Duan Yu planned to catch up with Ding Chunqiu and give him a life and death talisman, otherwise it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

At this time, the people gathered in the front yard of the Shaolin Daxiong Hall were all disciples who had entered the civil and military monks, and the miscellaneous disciples did not need to participate in these gatherings.

Ding Chunqiu's speed was not as fast as Duan Yu, so he could only run around in the backyard, see the door entering, and escape through the window. actually made Duan Yu fail to catch it for a while.

In the backyard room, the slave disciples were busy cooking on the fire. Today, Shaolin gathers so many martial arts people, and after the martial arts conference is over, Shaolin will definitely do the friendship of landlords.

Next to the house was a firewood room, and I saw a middle-aged laborer in his forties putting the firewood together and tying it up with rattan.

The ten-year-old monk next to him struggled to put the bundled firewood in the corner and put it away.

The round little face was dirty, but it was not bitter at all.

The middle-aged laborer asked the little monk while bundling firewood: "Qingqian, I taught you kung fu, have you practiced diligently recently?" ”

The little monk's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Qingqian is very hardworking, and now his hands will not be scratched by firewood." ”

Then his voice became low again: "But Brother Zhiwen and his master have taught him the iron cloth shirt, he is now practicing the whole body, and I only practice my fingers... ”

The middle-aged laborer said: "We don't need so many places to practice to burn firewood and bundle firewood.

I'm happy that you, listen to the master, recognize a few more words, read a few more Buddhist scriptures, and enter the Bodhi Monastery as a monk.

You must not listen to your brother Zhiwen, try to be a warrior monk every day, and a monk is the right way.

The real monk who has attained the Tao, martial arts is not comparable to a monk at all. ”

The little monk tilted his head and thought for a while, "Is it just like Master Xuzhu?"

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu, who was tired of running for his life, rushed in from the door.

Ding Chunqiu didn't pay attention to the two hard-working monks, one big and one small, but Duan Yu had already chased him to the door and was about to send out the six-vein divine sword.

Ding Chunqiu curled his fingers into claws and grabbed at the little monk, wanting to cast the carrion poison and throw it at Duan Yu to buy himself a little time.

Just as he was about to make contact with the stunned little monk, two fingers appeared in front of Ding Chunqiu's claws.

Ding Chunqiu said in his heart, mantis arm as a car, it's not bad to just grab a big one.

I saw my fingers and claws collide, and a fierce internal force came from my fingertips. Ding Chunqiu didn't expect that a hard-working monk in Shaolin who bundled firewood was not weaker than himself.

Listening to the sound of "click", Ding Chunqiu's right arm could not withstand the huge force and broke. Subsequently, Duan Yu's six-vein divine sword sword qi also hit Ding Chunqiu's right leg.

Ding Chunqiu's whole body rolled on the ground, a terrible wail came from his mouth, and the red blood flowed down his wound to the ground, and the blood-stained ground expanded rapidly.

The hard labor monk hurriedly held the little monk in his arms, not wanting the little monk to continue to see this cruel scene.

Duan Yu walked in, arched his hand at the hard labor monk, and thought that the hidden masters didn't want to be disturbed, so he didn't make a sound, and directly picked up Ding Chunqiu and left the firewood room.

Only then did the hard labor monk let go of the little monk, and only listened to the little monk say: "Master, did you just make kung fu, did you teach me that set?"

The hard labor monk nodded and said, "This kung fu must take the initiative to suffer in order to be successful, so the master hopes that you can become a monk, so that you don't have to endure hardship." ”

The meaning of the hard labor monk is that this martial art requires constant suffering from firewood and fire.

When you become a monk, you can comprehend more powerful martial arts by yourself, and you don't need to learn your own crude martial arts.

It is not known what the little monk understands as suffering, and even if it is passed down from generation to generation, the meaning may become more and more distorted.

"Master, what's the name of this martial art? ”

"Mighty Adamantium. ”