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Lu Fengqiu put out his palms together, holding yin qi in one hand and yang qi in the other, and he had already made a few moves with those Xuanzi senior monks in a calm manner.

Most of these Shaolin monks are the first of the Shaolin Temple, and each of them has more than two Shaolin 72 stunts.

Just take out one alone, and they are all first-class characters in the rivers and lakes.

But right now, these several Xuanzi senior monks have to join forces to resist Lu Fengqiu.

If Lu Fengqiu is allowed to swagger down Shaomu Mountain today, then the name of Shaolin Temple, the number one faction in the rivers and lakes, will really come to an end.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the collision of internal forces kept ringing.

These Xuanzi generation monks are not very clever in Lu Fengqiu's eyes, and the Shaolin 72 stunts are indeed unique, but these people join forces but do not understand the principle of joint attack and joint operation, and there is no combo effect.

Lu Fengqiu saw that the Xuan Silence monk was unstable, so he started with him first, slapped it with one palm, and forced the Xuan Silence to have a hard palm against him, and Xuan Silence was defeated in an instant, and he had no strength to fight again!

Seeing this, the rest of the senior monks didn't dare to slack off, one punch came first, and the palm power of the other person hit from behind Lu Fengqiu, and someone on the right side used the Peerless Robbery Finger, and a blazing pure yang true qi attacked towards Lu Fengqiu's right rib.

Lu Fengqiu tossed and moved in a square inch, and showed the footwork of Ling Bo microstep, this Ling Bo microstep has a miraculous effect in a small group battle, others can't touch you, but you can hit others.

These Xuanzi senior monks obviously didn't expect Lu Fengqiu to have such a strange footwork, and it was too late to change their tactics to deal with it.

Lu Fengqiu moved like a rabbit, as fast as lightning.

Several high-ranking monks of the Xuanzi generation were pointed on their bodies by Lu Fengqiu one by one, and they couldn't move for a while.

At this point, without the effort of half a pillar of incense, several Xuanzi monks of Shaolin Temple have lost their combat power.

Monk Xuan Lin covered his chest and glared at Lu Fengqiu, but he was helpless, he really had the intention to kill the enemy, and he had no power to return to the sky!

Lu Fengqiu withdrew his hand, looked at Xuan Ci who was sitting on the side, and asked curiously, "Why didn't Master Xuan Ci make a move?" ”

The old god Xuanci sat there, holding his hand and said: "The old man knows that joining forces with all the senior brothers is not the opponent of the Dao Master, since making a move and not making a move is a result, why does the old man want to do that useless work." ”

Lu Fengqiu said: "Master Xuanci is too humble, the master's Donkey Kong palm is a stunt that no one in Shaolin Temple has practiced for a hundred years. ”

Monk Xuanci smiled slightly, and said: "Since the Dao Elder can come over from Senior Brother Xuancheng, it is enough to show that the Dao Chief's skills are already extraordinary, although Senior Brother Xuancheng is now broken, but if I want several senior brothers to join forces to attack Senior Brother Xuancheng, it is not as good." ”

Lu Fengqiu nodded and said, "The master's eyes are like torches, and he admires them." ”

At this moment, an ethereal figure suddenly came from between the mountains and forests, as if walking slowly, but it was in the blink of an eye to arrive in front of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha horn came out of the mouth of the figure.

It was an old monk in a gray robe, and he couldn't tell how old he was, but he saw the old monk standing there, and he said in his mouth: "That is, the heart is the Buddha, that is, the Buddha is the heart, the heart knows the Buddha, the Buddha knows the heart, the centrifugal is not the Buddha, and the Buddha is not the heart." ”

Abbot Xuanci stood up, held his hand towards the gray-robed old monk and said, "Amitabha, please master subdue demons." ”

The gray-robed old monk said: "There are no demons here, how can I say that I will subdue demons." ”

When Abbot Xuanci heard this, he thought for a while, and then held his hand and said, "I have been taught." ”

The gray-robed old monk looked at Lu Fengqiu, paced slowly on the ground, and said: "The Taoist chief just made the little Wuxianggong of the Xiaoyao faction, the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand, the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, and a few more clever palm techniques reminded the old man of an old man. ”

Lu Fengqiu looked at this sweeping monk who had been hiding in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple for more than 40 years, and couldn't help but secretly say, this person is indeed powerful, it is really better to be famous than to see it, if others don't know his details, when they see this old monk, they will only think that he is just an ordinary old monk, who would have thought that this old monk is a master who is not born in the world.

This is the realm, the realm of subtlety! Back to basics!

When he reached Lu Fengqiu's realm, he could naturally feel the horror of this sweeping monk.

Listening to thunder in a silent place, the more ordinary it is, the more powerful it is!

Lu Fengqiu smiled slightly and said, "The old man has good eyesight, but the poor road is quite confused, who is the old man in the mouth of the old man." ”

The sweeping monk thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "Too much time has passed, and the old man has forgotten the name and surname of the old man. ”

Lu Fengqiu said: "It seems that the battle forty-two years ago is going to be buried in the dust after all. ”

When the sweeping monk heard this, his body was stunned, and a gleam appeared in his cloudy old eyes, he looked at Lu Fengqiu and said, "Dao Chang is his disciple?" ”

Lu Fengqiu shook his head and said, "My name is Qingyunzi, and I am a true descendant of the fire dragon." ”

The sweeping monk listened, nodded and said: "I see, it seems that the old man is too worried, since the Taoist chief has come to the door, it seems that he is no longer alive." ”

Lu Fengqiu said: "My senior brother, he is indeed no longer alive. ”

The sweeping monk couldn't help but sigh: "The world's best people can't escape the pain of reincarnation." ”

Lu Fengqiu said: "Today, the poor road came to Shaolin Temple, firstly, to take the name of the first faction in the world, and secondly, to dissolve the grudges of the past few decades. ”

The sweeping monk held his hand and said: "Amitabha, the Taoist has immeasurable merits, but since Lao Qu is a Shaolin disciple, he has to contribute to Shaolin. ”

Lu Fengqiu said with a smile: "That's natural, and Poor Dao has never thought of surrendering without a fight." ”

The sweeping monk said slowly: "The Taoist chief does have the legacy of the deceased. ”

At this moment, several figures flew through the bamboo forest.

Lu Fengqiu glanced at it, only to see that Xiao Feng and Murong Fu had arrived, and the two of them were also followed by two old men in monk robes, one of them was wearing a black monk robe, and the other was a white monk robe.

"Old thief Murong, you can't escape! Today I will avenge the murder of my wife! ”

I could only hear one of the black-clad monks shouting in this direction.

Lu Fengqiu looked at the sweeping monk and said calmly, "They are here." ”

The sweeping monk said: "Don't give up the wisdom and name of foolishness, take the heart as empty, and the solution and incomprehension are true, today is a good time." “

The four of them rushed to the ground, and when they saw a large number of Shaolin monks on the ground, they stopped one after another.

Xiao Feng saw Lu Fengqiu at a glance.

Lu Fengqiu looked at Xiao Feng and said with a slight smile: "Brother Xiao has found that big villain?" ”

Xiao Feng looked ashamed, and said with a wry smile: "The Taoist knew it early on, since it was my father who did it, it is no different from what I did, but this evil must be punished!" The revenge of killing the mother is not shared! ”

As he spoke, Xiao Feng looked at the white-clothed old monk standing beside Murong Fu with a pair of tiger eyes.

"And Xuan Ci, this old man must die!"

The black-clothed old monk standing beside Xiao Feng looked at Xuan Ci and shouted loudly.