Surrounded by mountains, a hundred birds contend, there is an ancient temple made of bluestone between the mountains and mountains, there are three big characters of gold lacquer on the horizontal plaque, do not fight for the temple. The six roots of the monks are pure and indisputable, and the name of this temple also reveals a bit of Zen.

The top of the temple is flat and wide, an old monk with kind eyebrows sits cross-legged in the middle, holding a pair of black bright Buddha beads and muttering and chanting, people with good ears can hear him reciting the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra", this old monk is the only remaining round character generation of the Shaolin Inner Door Monk Yuankong Zen Master, the top of the temple is the martial arts conference heaven-level ring.

Yuankong Zen Master is the first time to contact the martial soul game cabin, this magical instrument makes him feel like he is a hundred years old in an instant, before he can appreciate the beauty of it by the younger generation of the door invited to the temple to be a heaven-level champion, so far he has not really done it with people, the game does not hurt people's lives and does not kill, it doesn't hurt to learn martial arts with others, the old Zen master's face sank like water, and there is a faint expectation that the opponent will come to the stage.

Win or lose, win or lose.

The ancient warriors waiting under the ring are bustling, everyone is waiting for the mysterious master to appear, there is a two-zhang square red rock on the hill opposite the temple, the position is just opposite the top of the temple, and there are three people such as the Qianlong team and Yang Xianwei sitting on the rock, and watching the ring competition from here avoids the pain of neck pain.

Ye Fei sat on the edge of the rock, squinting at the Yuankong Zen Master opposite, the old Zen Master had been sitting for two hours, and he didn't even raise his eyelids, this concentration was really admirable.

"Have you ever fought with Master Yuankong?"

Bai Xiaoyao shook his head and said: "No, Yuankong Zen Master is a senior monk in Shaolin's inner gate, it is said that two hundred years ago he was the first seat of the Panruo Hall, and the first in Shaolin for five hundred years, I estimate that the internal strength will be slightly inferior to him." ”

Ye Fei smiled slightly and said, "I'm wondering, why would that mysterious martial artist skip you and directly challenge the Yuankong Zen Master, could it be that he is bullying the monk honestly?" ”

Bai Xiaoyao said with a wry smile: "I don't know, there is a condition for challenging the heaven-level ring, you must first successfully challenge the earth-level, the strength of that mysterious martial artist is unfathomable, and only the organizer can see the registration information he filled." ”

Yang Xianwei said with a smile: "The information is filled in by a person, this thing may be fake, and it is difficult to find out if you really have the intention to conceal it." ”

Ye Fei said in a private chat: "Brother Yang is right, the information filled in can be faked, do you say can you let Dr. He help find out his real information?" ”

Bai Xiaoyao frowned, and said in a low voice: "It should be possible, it is completely possible to monitor the specific location of each game cabin user with the technology mastered by the doctor, you can ask, maybe I can also find some clues from it." ”

Ye Fei nodded and said, "When that mysterious martial artist comes to the stage, I will contact Dr. He and ask him to find a way to check the other party's location, purely to satisfy his curiosity." ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly saw a young man dressed in white appear at the top of the temple, he stepped forward and bowed his hand to the Yuankong Zen Master, and said lightly: "Old monk, can you start?" ”

Zen Master Yuankong's closed eyes slowly opened, and said leisurely: "Amitabha, why should the little benefactor be in a hurry, just sit down and rest for a while!" ”

The young man frowned and said, "I don't have time to give you a fight, let's start!" ”

Yuankong Zen Master pointed to the Buddha beads and stood up, and said with a light smile: "The old man asks the donor to teach the donor's tricks, start!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the young man in white fluttered to the front, and his arms shook and pushed out a stack of palm shadows, the Yuankong Zen Master had already taken precautions, and the monk's robe shook lightly with both palms overturned, calmly and calmly defused the opponent's fierce and peerless offensive one by one.

The young man in white shouted violently, his palms and legs were surging like a stormy wave, and his internal strength was surging like a tide in his gestures, and his momentum was as powerful as a wolf and tiger.

Yuankong Zen Master's body was as immovable as a rock, his palms flew to see the moves, and he blindly held on in the face of the young man's fierce offensive, but he did not fall behind at all, and his robe was agitated by the energy, making a burst of hunting sounds.

The battle between the Heavenly Realm martial artists was wonderful, and the ancient martial artists watching the battle in the audience were silent one by one, raising their heads and stretching their necks to stare at them, for fear of missing the excitement of the moment.

Ye Fei stretched out his hand and patted Bai Xiaoyao on the shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Can you judge the path from the number of his martial arts paths?" ”

Bai Xiaoyao frowned and stared at the ring, and said in a low voice: "He used the Great Compassion Chiba Hand and the Mighty King Kong Palm in the Shaolin Seventy-two Stunts, strangely, it is unreasonable to use the Shaolin palm technique to compete with the first seat of the Prajna Hall!" ”

Ye Fei smiled lightly and said: "What's unreasonable, this guy must have done it on purpose, and he doesn't want others to judge his identity from the number of martial arts paths." As soon as he finished speaking, he contacted the doctor in a private chat, and his curiosity began to stir again.

Dr. He soon came with the news: "Brother Ye, isn't the cheats enough?" ”

Ye Fei said: "The cheats are enough for the time being, I have something I want to ask you to help with." ”

"Oh? What do you want to hear? ”

There was a hint of nasality in Dr. He's words, and there seemed to be a slight displeasure.

Ye Fei was not polite, and gave a general explanation of the situation in the heaven-level ring, and asked Dr. He to help find the origin of the mysterious martial artist.

Dr. He was silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice: "No problem, I can help you find the coordinates of his use of the Martial Spirit Game Cabin, and I can't do anything else." ”

Ye Fei said with a little disappointment: "Okay, it's better to have coordinates than not." "A coordinate doesn't do much to him, but it's better than nothing.

After a while, he reported a coordinate with the doctor, saying that he would end the conversation immediately if he had something.

In the ring, the Yuankong Zen master and the young man fought extremely fiercely, the young man pulled out a long sword, and used a set of erratic swordsmanship, just after a few moves, Bai Xiaoyao's face changed suddenly, and he said in a deep voice: "This is the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain School, I didn't expect him to be so skillful, and I don't know what his intention is to hide his head and tail?" ”

No one answered his question, and the mysterious warrior was full of mystery, and no one knew where he came from.

Call! Zen Master Yuankong kicked up from his feet, and his right palm slashed into the young man's chest, and he used the palm in the hand of the authentic Great Compassion and Great Compassion Chiba.

Boom! The young man did not dodge or dodge, straightened his chest and took a hard palm, and flew out upside down with a painful cry, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly and fell to the ground.

The Yuankong Zen Master's feet did not land, and his figure swept to the young man's side with a light fold in mid-air, just when he squatted down to check the other party's injuries, a long sword pierced into the eyebrows like lightning, the expression on the old Zen Master's face suddenly changed, and his body turned into a starry white light and drifted away.