Fengyun World, Shaolin Temple, Daxiong Treasure Palace.

"Alas~"

An old man with a withered face and a thin body sat cross-legged in the main hall, looking at a Buddha statue that was only less than two meters high, and sighed.

The Buddha statue is not made of gold, and there is not even gold paint on the surface, but it is just a stone statue that is not yet exquisitely carved.

Who would have thought that the Shaolin Temple, which was once ranked among the twelve frightened, one of the world's martial arts holy places, and made all sects and factions awe-inspired, was down.

"The inheritance of Shaolin Temple must not be broken in my hands."

The abbot of the crossing said in pain.

I don't know when it began, Shaolin Temple seems to be controlled by an invisible big hand, as long as there is a genius or cultivation to the realm of a great grandmaster, these people will disappear out of thin air, not knowing whether they are alive or dead.

In addition, the top martial arts of their Shaolin Temple have almost all been lost, not to mention the top martial arts such as the Divine Palm and the Washing of the Pulp Sutra, even the Yijin Sutra has long been lost.

"I wonder who's doing it all?"

As soon as the abbot of the crossing sky thought of the fate of the other sects that were also among the twelve frightened sects, he felt chills all over his body.

The Sword Sect has become extinct in the rivers and lakes, and if it weren't for the famous people in the rivers and lakes, they would no longer know the reputation of the Sword Sect.

And their Shaolin faction and Wudang faction, the two former martial arts masters, don't know how long the mountain has been closed, and they don't even have a single disciple who has gone down the mountain.

"I hope that the Buddha will bless you and you will be able to eradicate the demon as soon as possible."

The abbot of Wataku prayed secretly in his heart.

Although I don't know who the forces behind the scenes are, the Shaolin Temple and the Wudang faction, which have been suppressing the righteous path of martial arts, are definitely not the right way.

"The abbot is not good, and there is a sect composed of bald heads below, gathered at the foot of Songshan Mountain, with bad intentions·······"

At this moment, the abbot of Wataku heard a panic outside the door, and then saw two monks running in with panicked expressions.

"Bald Sect?"

The abbot of Dukong got up slowly, under the pressure of the possible destruction of the sect every day, his heart was already as solid as a rock, and he was not too panicked when he heard the prayers of the two monks.

"Isn't it the World Society?"

Although the Shaolin Temple has been closed, the abbot of the crossing has been carefully observing the situation in the rivers and lakes.

For example, today's forces of all parties dominate the Tianxia Society and Wushuang City, among which the limelight of the Tianxia Society is even stronger, but compared with Wushuang City, it lacks some background.

The world will be created by the hegemon, and it has faintly become the largest faction in the world for decades.

However, Wushuang City is a martial arts family that has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the sword saint who was once as famous as the martial arts myth was born in Wushuang City, and his ancestors have also produced many top powerhouses.

"All of them are bald, and when we look down halfway up the mountain, we see a white expanse, and our eyes hurt."

One of the monks prayed.

"At least hundreds."

The other monk said with a slightly alarmed expression.

Their Shaolin Temple is only a few dozen people, if these hundreds of people attack, their Shaolin Temple may be destroyed today, and they don't want to die.

"Hundreds of bald heads?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the abbot of Wataku, and he was a little puzzled.

In the whole world, only monks will shave their heads, and it is really weird that hundreds of bald heads suddenly appeared.

"Come with me and see."

The abbot of Wataru said.

If someone really wants to destroy their Shaolin Temple, he can only protect the Tao with his body today, unless he dies, otherwise, he must not let the traitor succeed.

"There are a total of four Shaolin Temples with great grandmasters, and there are a total of twelve Shaolin Temples with grandmaster-level masters, and there are even more in the innate realm·······"

At this time, at the foot of Songshan Mountain, the abbot of Kucheng also ended the preliminary interview, and he was roughly aware of the strength of the interview force.

"Where there is a great grandmaster in the Shaolin Temple to give them thirty places, the grandmaster is not counted in the quota, and for every additional grandmaster, you can also give three more places

"The Shaolin Temple, where the grandmaster-level master sits, gives them ten places, and the grandmaster is not counted in the quota."

"The Shaolin Temple, where the master of the innate realm sits, gives them three places."

After the interview, the abbot decided on the final screening method.

He originally planned to interview a Shaolin Temple and let all the disciples of this Shaolin Temple pass, but after consideration, he rejected the idea.

The abbot of Kuyana can be sure that if he allows the entire Shaolin Temple to be moved to the Fengyun World, these Shaolin Temples will definitely have the same choice as them, and will not leave a single person in the original world.

However, the situation of each Shaolin Temple is uneven, and if you recruit all of them into the Shaolin Temple of the Wind and Cloud World, it will make the Shaolin Temple of the Wind and Cloud World fall behind.

Now he has given these Shaolin Temples a specific quota, these Shaolin Temples with great grandmasters and grandmasters in charge, there are at least hundreds of disciples under them, in order to be able to gain a foothold in the Fengyun World, they will definitely transfer all the elites of the sect.

"Since the dean has given me a chance, I can't let the dean down."

The abbot of Kuyana also has an ambition.

The Shaolin Temple of the Fengyun World is truly built into the headquarters of the Shaolin Temple of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds, and the elites can be selected from these Shaolin Temples every once in a while, and the Shaolin Temple of the Fengyun World will continue to grow.

This time, because it happened suddenly, he needed a master to complete the dean's instructions, so the main criterion for assessment was strength.

As long as the strength meets the standard, the defects in other aspects can be ignored.

"In the future, when you choose the disciples of Shaolin Temple, you not only need to consider your strength, but also need their Buddha nature and heart."

"Those Shaolin Temples that don't even have masters in the innate realm, then give them a place."

The abbot thought about it and added another one.

"You have a quarter of an hour to determine the exact number of places."

The abbot of Kuyana soon announced the results of his screening.

However, he also selected a few special talents among them, such as Du Er, one of the three great monks of Shaolin Temple in Yitian World, who had heard the story of the other party and recognized Zhang Sanfeng as his uncle.

These are the talents he hyped up next.

There is almost no consideration, and for each Shaolin Temple that has passed the assessment, their quota is first given to the strongest few people in the sect, and the other places are given to monks with outstanding talents or profound Buddhism.

"Hum~"

Some of the monks who were originally standing in place disappeared, and some of them expanded a lot, especially the Shaolin Temple forces with great grandmasters.

"The Pure Mind Zen of the Tang Shuanglong World, the Shaolin Temple of the Corpse Brother World, the Pure Mind Zen of the Broken Void World and the Shaolin Temple of the Kung Fu World, with the merger of these four Shaolin Temple forces, the Shaolin Temple of the Wind and Cloud World can also gain a firm foothold."

Shen Wen on the side also nodded with satisfaction.

As long as there is the power of Shaolin Temple where the great grandmaster is in charge, there are less than a dozen masters at the grandmaster level, and there are even more than 20 people.

"Let's go, go to Shaolin Temple."

Compared with Shen Wen's satisfaction, the abbot of Kuyan was arrogant and waved his hand.

There are four great grandmasters, there are more than a hundred grandmasters, and there are countless masters of the Innate Realm, and he now has some confidence to complete the dean's orders.

"Aren't there hundreds? There are at least a thousand of them down there! ”

Halfway up the mountain, the abbot of the Wind and Cloud World looked at the crowd below with a surprised expression, "Moreover, these people are all monks?" ”

The abbot of Wataku is a master at the grandmaster level, and his eyesight is much stronger than that of ordinary monks, and he can clearly see that the crowd below is all wearing various monk robes.

"You should be the abbot of Shaolin Temple, you are not now, from now on, I will temporarily act as the abbot of Shaolin Temple."

The abbot of Kucheng and his party soon met the abbot of Wataku who was going to ask the reason, and the abbot of Kuyana did not give Abbot Wataru a chance to speak directly at all.

"For the time being, you will obey the arrangement of the Bitter Vehicle, and you should familiarize yourself with this formation."

Shen Wen's figure reappeared, handing over a skill that could be given to the affiliated forces this month to the Shaolin Temple, and then disappeared in an instant.

The next scene is too spicy for the eyes.

Eighteen clusters of golden light fell on the eighteen chosen monks, and except for the abbot of Kuyana, the other seventeen were the seventeen monks with the strongest strength.

The eighteen selected monks were covered in golden light, as if they were made of gold, and their bodies exuded an amazing aura, and the abbot who was originally only at the level of the innate realm had also reached the level of the great grandmaster, and the powerhouse who was originally at the level of the great grandmaster was even stronger by three points.

"The great grandmaster-level external skills have changed the body shape."

Shen Wen, who had already left the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, muttered.

The strongest person in the previous Shaolin Temple was only in the innate realm, so the skills given by the system only reached the innate realm.

The current Shaolin Temple brings together the masters of the Shaolin Temple from all over the world, and there are four great masters, and the skills given by the system are also at the level of the great grandmaster.

Shen Wen only read the skill introduction cursorely, and he knew what would happen next.

"Eighteen Bronze Formations."

As if they had a soul in their hearts, the eighteen selected monks roared in unison, their bodies were full of golden light, and their bodies were even higher, each of them seemed to be a golden giant, their bodies were more than two meters high, and their bodies exuded glorious Buddha nature, just like a venerable King Kong, and there was a golden stick condensed by Gang Jin in his hand, forming a terrifying array.

The surrounding monks were even more shocked, their figures retreated again and again, looking at the eighteen selected monks with awe, they were too powerful, and at the same time, their hearts were full of shock to Shen Wen.

Is this the Dean of the Heavens Academy?

Eighteen powerhouses were created in a casual manner!

"Tear Pull~" "Tear Pull~" "Tear Pull ~"·······

It's the sound of clothes popping.

The monk, who was originally no taller than one meter and eight meters tall, suddenly swelled to more than two meters tall, not only becoming taller, but also having one size of arms and legs.

It's a pity that their clothes are only made of fabric, not magic clothes, and they can grow in size at the same time as their body shape.

"Quick, go get eighteen sets of big pants bigger, no! Make one hundred and eighty sets, coarse cloth will do. ”

A breeze gently blows, and the whole body feels the breeze blowing, empty, and the most experienced abbot of the Augera is the first to react, jumping down from a monk, shouting, and then the surrounding fallen leaves, under the control of his internal force, quickly converge around his body, forming a set of clothes composed of leaves.

This wind is slightly cool!