"That Zhou Yi dared to go to Shaolin Temple?"

On Mount Emei, some people from the Emei faction sat together.

Yan Renying sneered at this moment and said, "This time he is definitely going to die." ”

Ma Xiuzhen said with hatred on his face: "Although our Emei faction can't take revenge, it can be regarded as a great pleasure in life to be able to see him die one day." ”

The elders of the Emei faction nodded one after another.

One of the white-faced and beardless elders had a feeling of schadenfreude, and said with a sneer: "Sometimes, the higher you climb, the worse you fall. ”

"When this son first entered the rivers and lakes, in less than two months, he was as dazzling as a meteor across the sky and became famous, but the more a meteor shines, the more ruthless it will be when it falls."

"It must be difficult for this person to come down from the Shaolin Temple."

"When talking about him in the rivers and lakes of this descendant, he is nothing more than a second-rate figure who does not measure his strength."

The moment Zhou Yi dared to kill the bitter gourd master in the Treasure Pavilion, the people in the rivers and lakes seemed to have foreseen this day.

Now, that day is finally coming.

I don't know how many people have a vicious mind of schadenfreude in their hearts.

If a person rises too fast, it will inevitably attract the jealousy and dissatisfaction of others.

Therefore, they desperately hoped that Zhou Yi would never recover, which would make them feel a kind of distorted pleasure in their hearts.

There are definitely not a few people in the rivers and lakes who have such thoughts.

They were all waiting to see Zhou Yi's jokes, waiting for the news of Zhou Yi's death to come out of the Shaolin Temple.

At the same time, among the six gates of the capital, the No. 1 Tianzi wanted warrant about Zhou Yi has been slowly withdrawn.

Now the situation is already obvious.

Zhou Yi must die in Shaolin Temple, and there is no point in hanging this bounty order anymore.

And under the mountain gate of Songshan Shaolin Temple, I don't know when, a large number of people from the rivers and lakes who came to see the show have gathered, and these people came from neighboring places.

These people were waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Waiting to witness Zhou Yi's death.

……

Zhou Yi rushed from the capital to Songshan, it took more than seven days in total, on the way, he thought that the horse was too slow, and after abandoning it, he hurried with the peerless light skill of picking up stars.

When he arrived at Songshan for only three hundred miles, he found an inn, bathed his body, relaxed his mind, and had a good night's sleep.

The next day, after making sure that his physical condition was at his peak, he bought another horse and drove over slowly.

On horseback, Zhou Yi's palms kept dancing, as if he was practicing something.

The martial arts of the red shoes are indeed extraordinary.

He has obtained more than a dozen exercises that can rank among the first-class levels on the rivers and lakes, and his understanding of various moves and meridian operations has taken a step closer.

It's a pity that these martial arts are still a drop in the bucket, and they are not enough for him to get the opportunity to create the fifteenth sword.

He also needs a larger accumulation.

Although these martial arts did not allow him to go further in the sword realm, they allowed him to synthesize these essences and create a kung fu of his own.

It's not swordsmanship, it's all the way.

This Lu Sanshou fused all the martial arts of the Red Shoes Organization in it, and even more on the use of Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi.

Songshan is famous for the small room at the foot of the mountain.

There are many people in the rivers and lakes here who are looking forward to it.

Finally, at the foot of the mountain, they found a small black dot.

"He's coming, he's finally here......" exclaimed a big man with a sword.

Hearing this shout, almost dozens of people stood up from around the road and looked at the foot of the mountain in unison.

Zhou Yi rode his horse like this, slowly walking past the center of this group of people in the rivers and lakes.

These people in the rivers and lakes, when Zhou Yi passed by them, one by one, couldn't help but beat quickly in their hearts.

This person, even if everyone thinks that he will die in Shaolin.

But who can look down on him at this moment?

Who can?

He is still the divine sword Zhou Yi who terrifies the people in the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the atmosphere was quiet only the sound of Zhou Yi's horses' hooves.

Da!

Dada!

After Zhou Yi rode past the crowd, they seemed to be relieved and began to breathe normally.

Although Zhou Yi didn't do anything just now, as if he treated these people as grass, trees and stones on the side of the road, they still didn't dare to gasp loudly.

That's the aura!

A certain magical reaction to a person's fame and status.

"It's a pity that he's going to die!" At this time, I don't know who said it.

Someone immediately answered.

"yes!"

People from all over the world looked at the back of Zhou Yi riding a horse up the mountain and sighed.

There were different expressions in their eyes, including ridicule, ridicule, vicious pleasure, pity and pity.

Life is varied, and so on.

……

And at the same time.

In the Shaolin Temple, the alarm bell rings for a long time!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The solemn temple bells at this moment exude a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Obviously, the Shaolin Temple also knew that the enemy had arrived.

Outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, there is no monk guarding at this moment, even sweeping the floor, incense, Zhike monks and others are arranged into the backyard of the temple.

At this moment, the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple was wide open, just to wait for Zhou Yi to enter the urn.

With the sound of horses' hooves, Zhou Yi came to the gate.

He didn't get off the horse at all, so he rode into the gate of the Shaolin Temple.

Just after he entered the gate.

The sound of "squeak" sounded, and the gate of Shaolin Temple was quickly closed by the monks who had long been ambushed in the gatehouse.

At the same time, all over the walls of the Shaolin Temple, there are warrior monks with wooden sticks.

There were no people guarding the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and the people in the rivers and lakes who followed up were all shocked to look at the closed Shaolin mountain gate and the dense monks standing on the wall.

At this moment, the Shaolin Temple seems to have really become a prison cell made of copper walls.

I'm afraid a bird won't want to fly out of this temple.

For the Shaolin Temple, Zhou Yi may also be the only person who deserves to be treated so carefully by them in the past thousand years.

In front of the Daxiong Hall of Shaolin Temple, there is a marble-paved square.

Hundreds of Shaolin monks, led by Shaolin Abbot Dabei Zen Master, all stood there as if they were meditating, quietly looking at the white-clothed young man on horseback.

With the sound of clattering horses' hooves.

Zhou Yi came to the front of the Great Compassion Zen Master.

"You are the abbot of Shaolin?"

Zhou Yi looked at the withered old monk in the middle.

"Little devil, in front of my abbot brother, you dare to be so arrogant and rude, why don't you get off the horse quickly!" The temperament was irritable, and roared angrily.

Zhou Yi just glanced at him lightly.

"Amitabha, the old monk is exact." The Great Compassion Zen Master clasped his hands together, as calm as an arhat lowered his eyebrows, and he asked, "Your Excellency, is it Zhou Yi?" ”

Zhou Yi said: "It's me!" ”

The Great Compassion Zen Master once again proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, dare to ask Your Excellency, my bitter gourd junior brother, whether you really killed you." ”

Zhou Yi said simply: "It's me!" ”

Hearing that Zhou Yi personally admitted the matter, all of a sudden, the other monks in the Shaolin Temple went to Mount Meru in anger.

The Great Compassion Zen Master was silent for a while.

"Now that Your Excellency has admitted it yourself, are you ready to face the Shaolin Temple's demon suppression methods?"

Zhou Yi smiled casually: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, let's go together, why are you talking so much nonsense!" ”

The Great Compassion Zen Master's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Since this is the case, then please ask the donor to witness the Shaolin Arhat Array." ”

Fall.

Suddenly, in the square, a full one hundred and eight warrior monks with strong bodies like tigers and wolves appeared, and in just an instant, they surrounded Zhou Yi.

One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation!!

It's already on!

The Great Compassion Zen Master looked at Zhou Yi who was surrounded, and said with compassion in his eyes:

"Your Excellency, rest assured, Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism, and it will never kill."

"Under this one hundred and eight Arhat array, we will only abolish what the donor has learned, so that it can no longer harm the rivers and lakes, and after that, we will send the donor who has exhausted his martial arts to the King Kong Cave in Shaolin Houshan to sit in a jiazi to eliminate his sins."