In three days, what Zhou Yi did in Shaolin Temple spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Among the Emei faction, those Emei elders were trembling all over at the moment, and several disciples of Yan Renying actually wanted to see Zhou Yi's death in person, but they didn't expect that things would be like this.

Shaolin Temple, a whole Shaolin Temple, nearly a thousand warrior monks, has the most masters in the rivers and lakes, and was actually killed by Zhou Yi, and in front of them, the Shaolin abbot was kidnapped.

"The revenge of my Emei faction, I'm afraid that even in the next life, there will be no one to avenge." An elder muttered in fear.

With such a person, who else would dare to go to him for revenge?

After hearing the news, the seven major sword sects of the rivers and lakes, such as the Bashan Sword Sect and the Diancang Sword Sect, ordered their disciples not to provoke Zhou Yi.

After the Shaolin incident came out, on the rivers and lakes, the word Zhou Yi seemed to have become a taboo in all major sects.

This young man, who is only twenty years old, first raises Emei, and then slaughters Shaolin, there are still things on the rivers and lakes that he dare not do, and what else he can't do!

There is no sect that dares to say that it is stronger than the Shaolin Temple.

Among the Wu-Tang Clan.

The head of Wudang and the Mudao people sat silently in the Zhenwu Hall.

Mu Daoren was in a depressed mood, he didn't expect that Zhou Yi would be able to go down to Shaolin Temple alive, and he still went down to Shaolin Temple generously, and even kidnapped the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

"From today onwards, all Wudang disciples, when they see this person, they should retreat."

The head of Wudang sighed and said.

This order was quickly spread throughout Wudang Mountain.

There are not a few sects that do this with them.

In the middle of the capital city.

In a manual of the master of Ouchi, Zhou Yi's name is like a soaring cloud, surpassing countless masters and standing in the top row.

In that row, the only ones with the same name are Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng.

This roster is sorted by the degree of threat to the imperial power of the masters of the rivers and lakes.

Now, Zhou Yi has become one of the most feared horror figures in the imperial court.

If such a person assassinates the emperor, what a terrible thing it would be.

Zhou Yi's name, in just a few days, is like the sun rising, steadily staying above the middle sky, radiant.

His strength and fame are impressively above the top masters.

The name Zhou Yi has become an existence that must change color when people talk about it in the rivers and lakes.

On this day, Zhou Yi, who was talking, fearing, and looking forward to the whole world, returned to the inn.

The stars and flowers that came to greet him all looked at non-human eyes.

Zhou Yi smiled lightly: "Look at what to see." ”

Sikong Xingxing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "You are really like the rumors that have been hot in the rivers and lakes these days, slaughtering the Shaolin Temple, and you will ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Yi untied a large sandbag from the horse.

Hua Manlou said in a complicated manner: "You don't want to tell us, the Shaolin abbot Great Compassion Zen Master, it's right here." ”

Zhou Yi casually shaved off the mouth of the sandbag, and the cloth bag slipped down, revealing a person, who was the Shaolin abbot with a withered face.

At this moment, he seemed to be distraught, and sat on the ground godlessly.

Zhou Yi said: "The Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra, I searched all over the Shaolin Temple's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and didn't find it, so I had to bring this old monk back." ”

Shaolin treasures such as the Yijin Sutra and the Washing the Marrow Sutra have always been passed down by word of mouth, so how can they be recorded in words.

"This ......" Sikong Xingxing slowly accepted the shock of the rumors in the rivers and lakes, and at this moment, he looked at the Great Compassion Zen Master on the ground hesitantly, "However, you have killed so many people in Shaolin Temple, how can this abbot be willing to help you save people." ”

The Great Compassion Zen Master's face moved slightly at this moment, his eyes were dead, and he seemed to be in the mind of Sikong Xingxing.

After all, he is not an arhat or bodhisattva who has completely cut off the six roots and has no joy or anger.

Zhou Yi did such a murder to Shaolin Temple, how could the Great Compassion Zen Master still be willing to save people.

However, Zhou Yi glanced indifferently at the old monk on the ground: "Do I want him to save me?" Bringing him back is nothing more than wanting to get the Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra from him. ”

Hearing this, the Great Compassion Zen Master was instantly shocked and looked at Zhou Yi in shock.

Sikong Xingxing was also in disbelief and stunned.

"I, I know that you are a demon, and if you can watch it once, you can learn other people's kung fu. However, this should only be limited to external skills, stunts, this Yi Jin Jing is an internal strength of the heart ......"

Martial arts such as external stunts and swordsmanship are all external power methods, as well as ingenious changes, and it is not surprising that Zhou Yi can learn it once.

However, this Yijin Sutra is an internal strength of the mind, which is the power of walking in the meridians.

Could it be that Zhou Yi will still see through?

What Sikong Xingxing said is indeed right, with Zhou Yi's current exquisite Dao heart power, he can't see through the internal power of the human body at a glance.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a bet with Sikong, and turned around Lu Xiaofeng in such a big circle, just to get their light skills and Lingxi one-finger heart method.

However, Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "I can't see it with the naked eye, can't I use internal force to grope in his body?" ”

Before this, Zhou Yi had never cultivated any of the internal skills of this world, just because he couldn't look down on it.

Internal strength is just a low-level power system in the martial arts world.

And the path of cultivation he himself took was the path of refining the treasure body, and there would already be so many sages who had explored the avenue of heaven in the future.

His path can go straight to immortality, and he can move mountains and seas when he cultivates to the extreme, and he is just a martial arts master in the end.

Therefore, in this world, what can be seen by him is only those moves, and there are some subtleties.

The cultivation system of internal strength, he doesn't look down on it at all.

But at this moment, in order to get the Yijin Sutra on the Great Compassion Zen Master, Zhou Yi might as well start with this cultivation system.

In the next few days, Zhou Yi began to cultivate the internal force in the martial arts world.

He doesn't need to cultivate this internal force to a high level, as long as he can use it as a medium to enter the body of the Great Compassion Zen Master, and find out how the Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Cleansing Sutra practiced by this old monk are running through the meridians.

When you reach the realm of martial arts like the Great Compassion Zen Master, you are practicing the Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra, even if you can't use the exercises, between walking, sitting and lying, the internal force will automatically walk between the meridians.

Therefore, it took Zhou Yi less than three days to get the treasure of Shaolin Temple, "Yijin Sutra" and "Washing the Pulp Sutra".

But, on this day.

There was a man in the inn.

This person is dressed in white, his face is white and beardless, his appearance is beautiful and dignified, his body is long and jade, but his temperament is extremely indifferent, and there is an indescribable sense of loneliness.

It's like a lonely city standing on the coast of the East China Sea.

Baiyun City Lord, Ye Gucheng!

He's coming!