On that day, the ancient bell of Shaolin Temple rang 7749 times in a row, and the ancient bell rang through Songshan.

Under the magnificent vicissitudes of the mountain gate, there are densely packed with martial arts people from all walks of life. From left to right: Blackstone Organization, Diancang Sect, Wuyi Mountain, Shaolin Temple, Ghost Palace, Agni Palace, Kongtong Sect.

Among them, the Shaolin monks and Dongfang Bai are in the center.

As for other Jianghu forces such as Shuzhong Tangmen, Sihai Gang, Beggar Gang, Tianjianmen and other Jianghu Sanren, after the separation of these big forces.

There were nearly 10,000 people in the audience, all standing solemnly, staring at the road up the mountain.

Around the hour of Mo Chen, there was a sudden rumbling sound of horses' hooves at the bottom of the mountain, and the momentum was so loud that even the ground trembled!

This momentum lasted for about a quarter of an hour, allowing the group to truly feel the deterrence and pressure from Lu Heng and his Moro League.

A quarter of an hour later, a figure riding a fat white horse was the first to appear in the eyes of the heroes!

Wow!

Under the rising sun, the white horse people stood up, and the figure immediately looked tall and mysterious under the reflection of the rising sun, like a god and a demon.

Immediately afterward, horses poured into the open space in front of them through the avenue, and rows of horses stopped.

Although the number of people was only one-fifth of the opponent's, the monstrous arrogance of the Moro League mixed together forcibly knocked down the slaughtering momentum of the heroes.

As the three halls stood in separate formations, the eyes of everyone present were focused on the young man riding a white horse in the middle of the Moro League.

Magic Fist Zhou is in danger!

In the past year or so, the most resounding name on the rivers and lakes has been in the limelight!

No matter what the position of the people present was or what their thoughts were, they had to admit that the young man in front of them was the first martial arts genius in history who could compete with the innate giants in the year of the weak crown.

He is so dazzling, the so-called young chivalrous women who are famous in the rivers and lakes are like clouds and mud compared to him.

At this time, this young man stood on the opposite side of the world and was given the title of "Demon".

"Demons" have always been used to "destroy".

Maybe today, this youngest demon since ancient times will hate Songshan and shed blood in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Thousands of years later, who will remember him again?

But now, he's still alive.

He dismounted and stood there, like an abyss, so that people could only look up.

For a time, there were more than 10,000 people in the audience, but none of them spoke, and the needle drop could be heard on the scene.

Everyone was shocked by Lu Heng's momentum, shocked by his youth, and everything about him!

I don't know how long it took, Lu Heng suddenly chuckled and said lazily: "Everyone, are you all here to destroy me?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the freezing atmosphere of the scene was suddenly dissolved.

Lu Heng heard the words that seemed to be quiet, but they clearly entered everyone's ears, giving everyone a feeling like a spring breeze.

The heroes suddenly felt relieved.

This little devil doesn't look as vicious and cruel as rumored......

It's the first impression that comes to mind for almost everyone.

However, all the innate masters present were shocked in their hearts!

This little devil's unity of heaven and man can cover such a wide range and affect people's minds, such weird martial arts, and such a majestic internal force!

Even Dongfang Bai and Shaolin Temple, the two high-ranking monks of the pure character generation who had the highest martial arts skills in the scene, could not lift weights like Lu Heng and moisturize things silently.

His martial arts are close to the Tao!

As soon as Lu Heng appeared, he showed his hand and shocked all the innate masters.

"Amitabha!" Zhenxuan, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, had a solemn face, and his voice was like a bell, and he actually used the martial arts of the lion's roar in Buddhism, so that the heroes suddenly broke free from Lu Heng's unity of heaven and man.

The confrontation of the innate masters about the potential, almost everyone present was not aware of it. It seems that Zhen Xuan broke Lu Heng's momentum and won the game, but in fact, it is not.

You know, it's always easier to "destroy" than to "build".

If Zhen Xuan replaced Lu Heng's potential with his own potential, it would be a slight advantage. And at this moment, even Zhen Xuan knew that only in terms of the realm of the unity of heaven and man, Lu Heng had already gone further than him.

"The great monk is a good kung fu!" Lu Heng looked at Zhen Xuan and praised, "The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and it really deserves its reputation." ”

"The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin?" Zhenxuan's eyes suddenly lit up, this sentence is very good! It's just great!

There is no such saying in this world, Lu Heng's words undoubtedly scratched the itch of Shaolin Temple.

With the words of the Demon Fist, the prestige of Shaolin Temple will definitely rise to a new level.

What could be more worthy of honor than praise from the enemy?

Suddenly, Zhen Xuan's eyes when he looked at Lu Heng softened, he smiled gently, put his palms together and saluted: "Lord Zhou praised it falsely, Shaolin can't afford to have such a reputation." ”

Lu Heng looked at Zhen Xuan with a smile and was silent.

Zhen Xuan was a little puzzled, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a pure voice from behind him: "Duh! ”

Bang!

Zhenxuan only felt that there was a thunderous explosion in his mind, and he suddenly came to his senses, and immediately reacted, and his face became extremely difficult to see.

Lu Heng simply said a single sentence, and actually used the power of the unity of heaven and man, so that he was the dignified abbot and actually thanked and saluted a demon who came to attack the mountain.

Moreover, is Shaolin's current strength really worthy of this sentence?

This little devil said something that was obviously provocative, and he, as the abbot, couldn't hear it, and he gladly accepted it, what did the heads of the other factions think?

Sure enough, at this time, Lao Liehuo, He Qinghua and the others looked at Zhen Xuan's eyes full of unkindness, or sneering, or disdain, and even Dongfang Bai snorted coldly.

Zhenxuan's face is as black as the bottom of a pot, and now he is embarrassed and thrown to his grandmother's house, he has been the abbot for so long, and for the first time he has the urge to scold his mother.

Zhenxuan silently recited the Pure Heart Mantra, and soon his face became normal.

"Amitabha, Lord Zhou is a good means." He said lightly, "Lord Zhou Shi led the crowd to Shaolin, I don't know what happened?" ”

Lu Heng smiled: "I'm here to ask for justice!" ”

“……”

Zhenxuan has the urge to scold his mother again, why don't you always play cards according to the routine?

At this time, as the big devil, shouldn't you be very arrogant and ruthless?

Then the old man will be able to condemn you with righteous words and call on the heroes to destroy you.

Under the wise leadership of the Shaolin Temple, justice once again triumphed over evil, what a perfect ending?

What justice do you get?

Thinking of this, Zhen Xuan was suddenly shocked, he had already realized that the confrontation just now had damaged his Zen heart, and it was not his character to be so irritable!

Zhen Xuan's heart was even more shocked, his whole body was tense, as if he was facing a great enemy, and he became more and more cautious.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Oh? I Shaolin and Zhou Shizhu only have one intersection, that is, Zhou Shizhu carried the body of my patriarch to swagger through the market, and my five junior brothers asked the donor for justice, but were deceived by the donor with lies. ”

"If you talk about seeking justice, it should be me Shaolin, and I should seek justice from Zhou Shizhu!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Lu Heng stroked his palms and praised: "What a great monk with a lotus tongue, black and white reversed, referring to the deer as a horse, that's it." ”

"Let me ask you, if you talk about a deal, can I return the body of Moro last time to Shaolin?"

Zhen Xuan froze slightly, and said, "It has indeed been returned." ”

"Good." Lu Heng nodded, "As for Morone, didn't I tell you about it when I gave it to you, just for reference?" And is it true, don't you Shaolin count in your hearts? ”

"What did I lie to you, huh? Great monk? ”

"This ......" the true mystery knotted.