The voice was calm and powerful, as if it were like the Great Bell.

Falling in the ears of the heroes, it is like the sound of the big Buddha, shocking.

For a while, no one said anything more, just looked at each other, thinking about each other, Shaolin Temple is Shaolin Temple, and there are such monks sitting in the temple.

From the back mountain of the Shaomuro Mountain to here, at least dozens of miles apart, this voice can be so clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, such a profound skill is breathtaking.

And the next moment, everyone reacted again, the Qingyunzi who appeared out of thin air was actually able to talk to an immortal monk like Shaolin Temple, and his skills had reached the pinnacle.

Under this careful thought, everyone was even more stunned, when did there be such a master on the rivers and lakes.

Those young juniors were even more curious to look at the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi in that scene, and their hearts were full of surging meaning.

To be able to show his face in front of the world's heroes, that is how much ability it takes.

Lu Fengqiu heard the old man's voice, smiled slightly, and said, "Master Xuancheng is polite, please wait a moment." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lu Fengqiu jumped up and swept towards the back mountain of Shaomu Mountain like a green cloud.

The heroes of the rivers and lakes who stayed in the field looked at it one after another.

When Xuan Lin saw Lu Fengqiu jumping away, his face changed, and he immediately said loudly: "Amitabha, heroes, this temple has important things to do today, please forgive the old man for not being well entertained." ”

Immediately, Xuan Lin hurriedly summoned the senior monks of the Xuanzi generation to rush towards the mountain behind the Shaomu Mountain.

As soon as those heroes of the rivers and lakes saw that the abbot of Shaolin was gone, they were crowded, and they wanted to chase after them to the back mountain of Shaolin Mountain to find out.

But the mountain behind Shaolin Mountain is the important place of Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is in the back mountain, where will ordinary people be put in by Shaolin monks.

Those hundreds of monks looked at each other with sticks, just to prevent these people from having long eyes and running to the back mountain, wouldn't that be a mess.

At this time, they could only hear Xiao Feng, who was fighting with Gu Mozhi over there, let out a long roar, and everyone saw that Gu Mozhi and Xiao Feng had a hard palm, and Gu Mozhi took several steps back.

That Gu Mozhi held his hand towards Xiao Feng with an ugly face and said, "The eighteen palms of the Qiao gang master's dragon descent are really extraordinary, and the little monk has learned it!" ”

With that, the Kumachi retreated towards the flow of people.

At this moment, everyone only heard another sound of laughter from all directions.

"Ash, Ash, what kind of palm power is fighting with others, it's really a shame."

As soon as the voice came out, someone said, "It's the woman's voice just now!" ”

Everyone looked at the women of the Vulture Palace on the surrounding hills, trying to see who was pretending to be a ghost.

When Kumachi heard that, his face immediately changed, he looked around, and then quickly disappeared into the crowd.

……

Mt. Shomuro, back mountain.

Lu Fengqiu rushed all the way to the mountains and forests next to the Shaolin Temple, and after a while, he saw several pagodas appear in front of him.

Those stupas are not a Buddha hall, but the tombs of various generations of Shaolin monks, after the death of the senior monks of Shaolin Temple, the descendants will put their ashes or bones into the underground palace, and build a tower on it to show merit, that is, Shaolin Temple Tallinn.

I saw that in front of the nearest pagoda, an old monk wearing a gray robe was sitting under the pagoda.

The ground around the old monk was covered with fallen leaves.

The old monk sat there, like an old pine, if others didn't pay attention, they might really ignore the existence of this old monk.

Lu Fengqiu stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground, took two steps forward, and saluted the old monk: "Master Xuancheng is polite." ”

The old monk's head was originally lowered slightly, but when he heard Lu Fengqiu's words, he raised his head, revealing an old face full of wrinkles.

This old monk is the Shaolin Temple known as the first person in martial arts in the past 200 years, the monk Xuancheng.

Xuan Cheng looked at Lu Fengqiu and said, "Qingyunzi's Dao Master's skills are already extraordinary, so why bother to fight for the world's number one false name." ”

Lu Fengqiu smiled: "What is false? What is true? In the eyes of the poor road, those who are useful are real, and since the name of the first faction in the world is useful, the poor road wants to take it. ”

Xuan Cheng's two shoulders fell in front of him, and his eyebrows and eyes were lowered: "Since this is the case, then please ask the Taoist to make a move." ”

Lu Fengqiu looked at Xuan Cheng's seemingly crippled body, and couldn't help but say: "The master is inconvenient, and the poor road is not deceiving, the poor road only has one palm, how about the master and the poor road?" ”

Xuan Cheng's eyebrows did not move, and said, "Please." ”

Lu Fengqiu raised his right palm and performed the palm technique in "Yi Long Tu".

This palm was struck, like thunder on the ground, and the huge tearing force generated by the true qi of yin and yang made a "snort" sound, which made the sound of the wind in the air stop.

I saw that Lu Fengqiu's whole person seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth, and this move, he used the realm of the unity of heaven and man to show it, and it was extremely powerful!

In the sky, there are no clouds!

The palm power came out of the air and hit the Xuancheng monk.

I saw that the Xuancheng monk was motionless, and there was a majestic true qi on his body that gushed out when the palm power was about to fall on him, forming a light curtain on his body that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

Only a small sound could be heard.

Lu Fengqiu's palm power disappeared on the body of the Xuancheng monk.

The Xuancheng monk let out a long breath of turbidity, and then said, "Does Dao Chief's move have a name?" ”

Lu Fengqiu said with his hand: "This move is called "Changtian One Color". ”

Monk Xuancheng slowly spoke: "What a move" Changtian Yishi", the Taoist chief please take care of yourself. ”

Lu Fengqiu bowed slightly: "Thank you, master." ”

Monk Xuancheng did not answer Lu Fengqiu's words.

Lu Fengqiu floated away and walked towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as Lu Fengqiu left, Xuan Lin arrived with a few senior brothers and junior brothers.

Xuan Lin said to the Xuancheng monk: "Senior brother, where did Qingyunzi go?" ”

Xuan Cheng's eyes were extremely dark, and he said, "Hidden Scripture Pavilion." ”

Xuan Cheng's face changed, and he said, "Even Senior Brother Xuan Cheng can't stop that Qingyunzi?" ”

Xuan Cheng said in a deep voice: "The old man's meridians are all broken, and his skills are not as good as before, and the Qingyunzi Daoist is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, and the old man is not as good as him." ”

Xuan Cheng held his hand towards Xuan Cheng, and then hurriedly took the rest of the senior brothers towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is built under a mountain stream, built near the water, away from other houses, because it is afraid that the temple will catch fire and destroy many precious classics in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Lu Fengqiu went around and found a place.

When Lu Fengqiu arrived at the Scripture Pavilion, he saw Monk Xuanci.

"Amitabha, the Taoist is long, the Buddha is important, it's better not to break through."

Xuan Ci sat in front of the pavilion door and said with his hand.

Lu Fengqiu said: "Poor Dao is not interested in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, I just want to see if Master Xuanci is okay." ”

Xuan Ci held his hand and said: "The Taoist chief rescued him, and the old man saved his life." ”

At this moment, the monk arrived with the monks.

surrounded Lu Fengqiu.

Xuan Lin shouted: "Qingyunzi! You trespassed on my Buddhist land! Is it really easy for me to bully in Shaolin Temple? ”

Lu Fengqiu said with a smile: "Compassion and suffering, the seven masters of the Xuanzi generation are all high monks of Shaolin Temple, today the poor road is one against seven, try how high the masters are?" ”

Xuan Lin immediately shouted: "Arrogance! Brothers, brothers, brothers, take this fang with the old man! ”

After that, Xuan Lin and the Xuanzi senior monk on his side shot out together and attacked Lu Fengqiu together.

Shaolin Temple's seventy-two stunts, even if there are five or six kinds of all performed, it is really extraordinary and full of momentum.