Since taking over the Huaxia Martial Arts Association, Mao Shengyu has always recognized the word.

But after seeing the way the Hidden Man acted, he suddenly changed his mind.

Reason with those who can be reasonable, and talk about fists with those who can't.

Ao Tianzhong is so domineering, he naturally can't back down at this time.

Ao Tian glanced at Mao Shengyu again, with a faint smile in his eyes: "And then?" ”

"Go back to your cave and heaven, or follow our rules." Mao Shengyu said, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Little doll, I entered the WTO thirty years ago, even Mao Yu didn't dare to say this, where did you get the courage to say that you came according to your rules?" The wind fluttered and chuckled.

Mao Yu is Mao Shengyu's father.

When the wind was light and entered the WTO, Mao Shengyu had not yet been born.

Lei Ming stomped on his feet and hummed: "Rules, that is, whoever has a bigger fist and whose fist is bigger, you can make rules, and the weak can only abide by them." ”

"Do you hear that? That's not what I said, they said it. Ao Tianzhong chuckled, "The Huaxia Martial Arts Association has a small fist, so it should abide by the rules." The first to hand over Lin Fan, the second Huaxia Martial Arts will be taken over by us, and the third is to move out of the Plum Garden, this place is good, and it will be the distribution center of our hidden door in the future. ”

Ao Tianzhong said, as if he was an order, it seemed that it should have been like this, he said, and the Huaxia Martial Arts Association would do it.

Each of the three conditions is extremely harsh, like a great insult.

Mao Shengyu had a calm face, a sense of grievance, behind him, Steward Mao, Qiu Xueyin, all looked sad and angry, eager to go up and fight with Ao Tianzhong.

"What if I say no?" Mao Shengyu gritted his teeth and said.

"You'll say yes." Ao Tianzhong said, and someone brought a huge LED screen.

"What is this for?" Many members of the Huaxia Martial Arts Association were confused, and Mao Shengyu couldn't understand what Ao Tianzhong was doing.

Just then, the screen opens and the picture appears.

It is a temple.

Inside, the incense is flourishing, the tourists are dense, and the monks can be seen shuttling in it from time to time.

"Songshan Shaolin."

As the president of the Huaxia Martial Arts Association, Mao Shengyu recognized this as Songshan Shaolin at a glance.

At this time, four men in Tsing Yi appeared on the screen.

The old boy has crane hair, fairy wind bones, and a little aura and an extraordinary posture.

The four of them walked in the temple and looked at the surroundings casually, and their eyes naturally showed disdain.

Soon the four of them walked through the front yard, and walked directly behind them, and they could hear a loud shout.

It is the warrior monks of Shaolin who are practicing martial arts.

"Tut-tut, this is the current Shaolin?" One of the teenagers looked at the boxing techniques practiced by the Shaolin monks, and immediately looked disdainful.

"I said Ah Feng, you just say a few words, do you think this is our ancient Shaolin?" The other man was even more disdainful, in ancient Shaolin, the aunt who swept the floor and cooked rice practiced better than these warrior monks.

"Alright. You two don't have to say a few words. The old man drank lightly, and the four of them continued to walk inside.

"Tourists stop, don't let you visit here." At this time, someone came out to stop it.

"I want to see your abbot." At this time, an old man spoke.

"Who are you, why are you seeing our abbot?" The warrior monk looked at the old man with a wary expression.

The old man said: "Let's just say that Gu Shaolin Xiang Yan is looking for him." ”

"Gu Shaolin?" The warrior monk was stunned for a moment, Shaolin Temple He knew, what was this ancient Shaolin?

"I don't know what you're talking about. If there is nothing important, our abbot will not have time to see you. The warrior monk shouted.

"If you go to report it to give you face, if you don't come out, then we'll go in and find it ourselves." The old man didn't speak, but the young man in Tsing Yi next to him was angry and kicked the warrior monk in the chest directly.

This warrior monk is strong and muscular, and he is not easy to look at, but when he stepped down, the whole person flew upside down.

Bang, the doors and windows behind him were smashed, and the warrior monk's body still had no intention of stopping.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a Buddhist voice sounded, and the warrior monk felt that his shoulder was held by a big hand, and the domineering power disappeared in an instant, and his body could not stop.

"Abbot, these four people want to see you and don't say the purpose, I let them leave, not only did they not leave, but they also broke in." Warrior Monk Road.

"I see, you go down first." The abbot whispered.

"Yes." The warrior monk retreated, and the young man in Tsing Yi swept over arrogantly, "You are the current abbot of Shaolin Temple?" ”

"Poor monk Huikong, I just heard that a few people are from ancient Shaolin, I don't know if it's true or not?" Master Huikong clasped his hands.

"Of course." The young man in Tsing Yi snorted, "My name is Cui Yi, and the one next to me is called Xiang Lu, these two are our two elders Xiang Li and Cui Qianhan." ”

The young man identified himself, and Master Huikong nodded, "Since the four of them are from ancient Shaolin, they also have some relationship with Shaolin, so it's better to sit inside." ”

"There's no need to sit down, we came here to tell you that Shaolin Temple is one of the veins left by my ancient Shaolin in the world, and now my ancient Shaolin has entered the WTO, and we will take over after the Shaolin Temple."

Xiang Yan spoke slowly, as if he was an order, without the slightest room for negotiation, and Huikong Gujing's face finally twitched slightly, and there were a few waves.

Through the screen, Mao Shengyu's face also changed, he didn't expect that in addition to gathering the imperial capital, the people of the hidden door also went to Songshan Shaolin, and as soon as they opened their mouths, they would take over the Shaolin Temple strongly.

The world's martial arts out of Shaolin, Shaolin Temple is the face of Chinese martial arts, if Shaolin Temple is taken over, then the face of the Chinese martial arts will be lost.

"What if I say no?" At this time, Master Huikong said, although the voice was small, but there was a powerful momentum emanating from it.

"Isn't this going to hand over Shaolin?" Xiang Yan said.

"What kind of handover, the quiet place of Buddhism, where did the madman come from, dare to be disrespectful to the Buddha here?"

At this time, a man in monk's robe walked up quickly.

He was Fa Qing, the elder of the Dharma Hall, and when he heard that he had confessed to breaking in, he immediately rushed over.

"Hurry up and get out of here, don't disturb the Buddha's tranquility, otherwise I will have to expel him personally." Fa Qing Dao.

"Get out. I'm talking to your abbot, where is your turn to interject? Xiang Yan frowned and threw a punch directly.

This punch has a bit of the shadow of Luohan boxing, but it is simpler and more brutal than Luohan boxing.

This boxing method is called Luoquan boxing, which is an advanced version of Luohan boxing in Shaolin Temple, and the boxing method is more direct and rude, and all the strength is condensed together to bring down Arhats.

Bang.

As soon as Fa Qing raised his hand to prepare for a counterattack, he flew out directly, and he struggled to get up, his eyes full of disbelief.

Xiang Yan even mocked: "This is the elder of Shaolin's Dharma Hall? It's just vulnerable! ”

"Shaolin is lonely to this point, and if you don't return to my ancient Shaolin, it's just looking for death." Cui Yi and Xiang Lu smiled at the corners of their mouths, unstoppable.

Mao Shengyu looked at the screen a few times, and also felt great shame and pressure.

The elders of the Dharma Hall, can the strength be said to be weak?

No.

It can only be said that the opposite side is too strong.

"Now think about it clearly, whether to listen to my Gu Shaolin." Xiang Yan spoke again.

"Amitabha." Huikong clasped his palms, and the robe on his body fell off at this moment, staining the dust on the ground.

(End of chapter)