The Great Compassion Zen Master roared in his heart.

It's just that he has been imprisoned in his qi and blood, how can he let Zhou Yi know about the roar in his heart at this moment.

And, even if Zhou Yi knew his thoughts, would he pay attention to him?

It's useless.

Zhou Yi came to the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, grabbed the old monk's belt, stepped off the horse, carried the old monk in his hand, and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Although in order to prepare for the great enemy of Zhou Yi, almost eighty percent of the backbone of Shaolin Temple has gathered in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but in the most important place like the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there are still relevant masters to guard.

At the same time that Zhou Yi walked towards the scripture building, four monks who immediately rushed out of the scripture building, holding a Zen staff in their hands, they heard the movement and rushed out, at first sight, they saw the abbot of Shaolin Temple who was carried by Zhou Yi in his hands.

"Abbot, ......"

When they saw such a scene, they were almost stunned......

The abbot of Shaolin Temple was actually grabbed in his hand like an animal.

What a shame.

They were horrified and angry: "You, what did you do to the abbot!" ”

Zhou Yi said coldly: "If you don't want to die, just get out of the way!" ”

As he spoke, he continued to walk towards the gate of the Scripture Pavilion.

Although these monks were horrified that the abbot had been captured, it was their duty to guard the Scripture Pavilion.

"Those who dare to break into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will be killed!!"

The four monks shouted in unison.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the top priority of Shaolin, here, they don't have to abide by any precepts and rules at all, and those who dare to trespass here must be prepared to see the Buddha Shakya's enlightenment.

From this point of view, this so-called Buddhist disciple is no different from ordinary sect members.

The four monks roared angrily and rushed towards with an indomitable and decisive killing intent.

However, Zhou Yi just snorted coldly and didn't say a word, only to see his feet bounce up suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, four legged shadows flew out.

As soon as the four monks approached, they were instantly kicked away by Zhou Yi's flying legs.

The whole process went smoothly, as if four punching bags had been kicked away.

These four monks had nothing to stop Zhou Yi from entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at all.

After Zhou Yi eliminated the four guarding monks of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Once inside, he swam away quickly.

……

When those Shaolin Temple masters arrived here, their eyes were full of horror and anger and murderous gazes.

I saw that the Shaolin abbot was hanging under the eaves of the prayer building with a strip of cloth like that.

On the steps under the eaves, a young man in white sat there, flipping through a scroll of scriptures.

The monk with good eyesight saw the name of the scripture at a glance, which was one of the stunts of the Shaolin Temple, the "dragon claw hand".

Not only that, but beside the young man in white, there were also several stacks of books several people high, which were placed on the steps under the eaves and placed beside the young man in white.

Without exception, they are all martial arts stunts of Shaolin Temple.

But the people of Shaolin Temple looked at this scene, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Because, on the body of the Great Compassion Zen Master who was hanging, there were a few blood characters written on it.

"If you dare to come closer, he will die!"

If you dare to get closer, the Great Compassion Zen Master will die.

No one would doubt the truth of these six words, because Zhou Yi's left hand was aimed at the throat of the Great Compassion Zen Master who was hanging in mid-air.

This scene was seen by all the people who rushed to the rivers and lakes.

They all felt an absurd horror.

Shaolin Temple, the thousand-year-old ancestral garden, the martial arts master, unexpectedly, has become such a look.

Their enemy was only one man from beginning to end.

But just this one person made nearly a thousand warrior monks in Shaolin Temple and several first-class masters in the rivers and lakes feel desperately helpless.

It's just this one person, in less than an hour, who has forced Shaolin Temple to such a point.

The Great Compassion Zen Master was hung under the eaves of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and laughed miserably in his heart: "My Buddha is coming, why did things become like this......"

The monks of the Shaolin Temple and more than 100 people from the rivers and lakes who chased after them surrounded this place.

The dignified Shaolin abbot was actually suspended under the eaves, how absurd and bizarre it is.

"You devil, what the hell are you going to do!!"

Looking at the tip of the sword, which was only an inch away from the Great Compassion Zen Master, he was extremely nervous about the abbot's safety, and roared out at the same time.

"Whoa-la-la-la-la

The sound of turning the pages of a book.

Everyone saw it in their eyes, and they were shocked.

Where is reading a book, it is simply a flip book!

They all knew how precious the pile of books around Zhou Yi was.

If these books are placed on the rivers and lakes, they will be more heartwarming than tens of millions of taels of gold, which is the martial arts skills of the Shaolin Temple for thousands of years, which is enough to make any person in the rivers and lakes fight for their heads.

Now, these stunts are finished by Zhou Yi every ten seconds and forgotten.

Those people in the rivers and lakes were hot-eyed, and they couldn't wait to grab it and study it carefully, the monks of Shaolin Temple were furious, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

At this moment, Zhou Yi spoke.

He smiled lightly: "The one I asked for was just to save Lu Xiaofeng, but you yourself brought me here, and now you ask me what I want to do." ”

As soon as Zhou Yi's words came out, the monks of Shaolin Temple turned pale.

He roared angrily: "You, you heinous devil, you will soon let go of my senior brother abbot......"

But, unexpectedly, Zhou Yi snorted coldly at this moment: "How old are you?" ”

His face was flushed, his muscles were bursting up, and his anger exploded to the extreme.

At this time, many people saw the abbot of Shaolin Temple with a pleading look.

I also saw it, and my heart couldn't help but tremble, and a sadness emerged.

The Great Compassion Zen Master, who was hanging under the eaves, had a very sad gaze coming out of his eyes at this moment, and they all understood the meaning of this gaze.

"Don't worry about me, the foundation of Shaolin Temple is the most important!"

He obviously wants these juniors and disciples to act together, regardless of his life and death, and must not let the Shaolin Temple be destroyed today.

The Shaolin Temple, which has lost the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, can still talk about the authenticity of martial arts.

Zhou Yi also saw the abbot's gaze and smiled contemptuously: "You just let them go together, what can you do?" ”

When he said this, Zhou Yi stood up and threw the last Shaolin stunt in his hand at his feet.

After he entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he quickly traveled to the upper and lower floors, and moved all the martial arts scriptures here.

Nearly 100 martial arts, Zhou Yi finished reading them, and it only took three minutes.

It was these three minutes that made him familiar with all the martial arts of Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's sword light was cut out, and with a "stab" sound, the strip of cloth tied to the robe of the Shaolin abbot was easily cut, and the person began to fall, and he grabbed the back collar of the Great Compassion Zen Master at the same time.

Immediately, he looked at the group of Shaolin monks in front of him.

"After reading the scriptures, in the end, Zhou wants to take away this old monk, it depends on which of you dares to stop me?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the collar of the Great Compassion Zen Master with one hand and walked towards the Shaolin monks in front of him.

Those onlookers trembled in their hearts and quickly moved out of the way.

The Shaolin monks were glaring angrily, almost blowing up their hearts and lungs!

"Magic ...... Adversary, hubris! You have nothing to ......."

Zen roared angrily.

However, the next moment, it was a sword light, and the corpse was divided into two.

Zen, die!

Zhou Yi continued to walk forward, his face was grim.