"Minghe, if you're interested, leave with the people and horses.

My Shaolin Temple doesn't have a history of hundreds of years, and the background in it is not comparable to your Demon Sect, otherwise my Shaolin Temple doesn't mind eliminating the Demon Guardian Dao. An old monk of the same generation next to Fang Zheng spoke.

"Leave?

As long as you have the existence of a great master in Shaolin Temple, I Minghe will turn around and leave immediately without saying a word.

If not, obediently admit defeat and surrender, otherwise it will be the same as on the ultimatum, the grandmaster will come in person, and the sect will be destroyed! ”

Everyone in Shaolin has said cruel things, and Minghe can't say some cruel things.

Minghe released his momentum as he spoke, and at this moment he was like a peerless powerhouse.

"Minghe means that you are a grandmaster master, do you know that there has not been a grandmaster master on the rivers and lakes for nearly a hundred years, it's really ridiculous!" The old monk of the square character generation smiled.

"It's ridiculous, since you don't believe that I'm a master master, then I'll prove it to you!"

Ming He used his fingers as a sword, and swung a sword qi to attack the hanging plaque in Shaolin Temple, and the plaque was cut off in an instant like tofu.

Half of the plaque fell, and the incision was so neat that it looked like it had been cut by a sword.

"Minghe, you are so bold, you dare to destroy the plaque of my temple." When the old monk saw the plaque that had fallen to the ground, he was furious.

"Master Minghe, do you really want to be my Shaolin enemy?" Fang Zheng was also very angry in his heart, but when he saw the incision on the plaque, he spoke so eloquently.

With your fingers as a sword, the sword energy is released freely!

Although Master Fang Zheng didn't understand the way of the sword, he knew that no one in the rivers and lakes had such a sword cultivation, and even the wind that relied on the 'Dugu Nine Swords' to cross the rivers and lakes back then did not have the strength of Minghe.

"Fang Zheng, it's not that I want to be an enemy of your Shaolin, but that you Shaolin want to be my enemy when you are Shaolin, if you Shaolin are willing to surrender, it's easy to say.

If you are not willing to surrender, I can only kill until you Shaolin surrender, I think there should be no living person in the Songshan faction now. ”

While speaking, Minghe pointed to Shengguan Peak, where the Songshan faction is located, because from here, because you can see the firelight of the Songshan faction, everyone knows what the meaning of the fire represents.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Fang Zheng glanced at Shengguan Peak in the distance, and hurriedly lowered his head and recited a Buddha name.

"By the way, your junior brother Fang Sheng and a martial monk are in my hands, if you don't surrender, you will end up ......."

Ming He also made a posture of wiping his neck in front of Fang Zheng, and at the same time, Fang Sheng and the group of warrior monks were brought up by the knife around their necks, and their eyes were full of loss.

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

Fang Zheng looked at Fang Sheng holding his arm, guessing that Fang Sheng should be seriously injured.

"Senior brother, I'm fine!

He defeated me in just two moves, he should be a grandmaster, you have to be careful! After Fang Sheng finished speaking, he lowered his head.

"Two moves!"

Fang Zheng was silent, and a group of Shaolin Temple high-ranking people behind him were also silent, and they were all thinking in their hearts.

Fang Zheng thought that his two moves could not seriously injure Fang Sheng, and judging from Ming He's method of using his finger as a sword just now, it should be the method of the Grandmaster.

Fang Zheng knows the background of Shaolin Temple, that is, there are several masters of the congenital peak, but the highest strength in Shaolin Temple is himself.

Although he had never seen the grandmaster, he knew the horror of the grandmaster, and he had heard his master say that the innate peak and the grandmaster were one heaven and one earth.

Assuming that Minghe is really a grandmaster, where can the several congenital peaks of Shaolin Temple resist, maybe fight to the death, and it is possible to win, but then it will inevitably pay, a huge price.

"Master Minghe, the three dates mentioned that day have not yet arrived, can you give us another period of time, think about it."

Fang Zheng didn't know what to do now, so he had to delay for a while, and then organize the senior management of Shaolin Temple to hold a meeting to discuss the results.

"Good!

I'll give you some more time to think about it, and after an hour, you must give me an answer, or I will attack the mountain. ”

Minghe knew that Fang Zheng was cowardly, so he simply gave Fang Zheng an hour to consider, an hour is two hours, and the time is not short.

An hour to let me go, I should bring the rest of the people and horses from Songshan to come, and even if the Shaolin Temple does not agree, you can forcibly attack the mountain.

An hour!

Fang Zheng just took a group of high-level Shaolin Temple leaders and asked those disciples to monitor the Sun Moon Divine Sect here and beware of Minghe's actions.

Fang Zheng returned to the Shaolin Temple and invited some of the high-level personnel of the retreat to the Daxiong Hall of the Shaolin Temple and held a high-level meeting of the Shaolin Temple.

……

At this hour, what made the high-level of Shaolin Temple discuss the numbness of the scalp, and the Minghe side is comfortable.

The congregants rested eating dry food and drinking water, not to mention the high-level leaders, eating barbecue and drinking fine wine and fruit stuffing.

At this hour, Ren Xing also took people and horses to Shaolin Temple and Minghe to converge, originally he saw where Minghe and Dongfang were talking, laughing and playing, and some of them were not worth their daughters.

An hour passed, and the senior management of Shaolin Temple finally discussed the result.

Their discussion is that the competition will determine the winner or loser, and they can't be sure whether Minghe is in the realm of the grandmaster now, and they are unwilling to let them easily admit defeat and surrender.

Now that the discussion has come to an end, Fang Zheng went out with a kind of Shaolin Temple high-level people, and at the same time, it was also a demonstration, so that Minghe should not despise Shaolin Temple.

But as soon as they left the hospital, they smelled a strange smell, which was very strange and made them appetite.

"Amitabha, what a sin!"

But anyway, after they saw what Minghe was doing, they hurriedly lowered their heads and repented with the Buddha's name.

This so-called peculiar smell turned out to be the meaty aroma emitted by Minghe and others at the barbecue.

Minghe did it on purpose, he originally wanted to tease the Shaolin Temple monks who were guarding the door.

Fang Zheng and the other Shaolin high-level officials were very angry at Minghe's actions, they didn't expect Minghe and others to actually kill in this pure place of Buddhism, which is simply disrespecting the Western Buddhas.

"Master, you've been discussing for so long, are you hungry? I have roast pheasants here to eat, do you? This is a specialty of your Shomuro Mountain. ”

Minghe saw Fang Zheng and the other high-level officials of Shaolin Temple, his face was pale, he naturally knew what was the reason, so he simply teased Fang Zheng and the others with a roast chicken.

Isn't it just killing? Kill! What can you do with me?

"Minghe, you ......"

A Shaolin high-level couldn't help it, and before he finished speaking, he was gagged by a Shaolin high-level next to him.

"Lao Wei and the others are not hungry, and we can't accept the kindness of the Minghe donor, I'm really sorry."

Fang Zheng folded his hands, bowed his head and bent down to thank Ming He, in fact, his heart was bigger than anyone else's, if it weren't for Ming He's strength there, he would have cleaned up Ming He a long time ago.

"Since you don't want to say it, what is the result of your discussion?"

Minghe picked up the roast pheasant in his hand and took a bite directly, he overslept this morning, and he didn't come to eat breakfast yet, and he was still a little hungry!

"The result discussed by Minghe Shizhu, Lao Qu and others is that the competition is a victory and defeat, and three wins in five games.

If my Shaolin wins, please let my junior brother and Shaolin disciple go, and take your men and horses down the mountain. If I Shaolin loses, I am willing to surrender to you. Minghe donor, do you think this is good? ”

The reason why Fang Zheng said that it was three wins in five games, rather than two wins in three games, was because the Sun Moon Divine Sect had a clear river, the East was undefeated, let it go, two wins in three games, and the probability of losing was too high, and it was basically a must-lose.

And with three wins in five games, the winning rate is much better, and the two sides are basically five or five!

"Three wins in five games? A contest to determine the winner or loser? There's no need for that, it's such a waste of my time.

I'll give you half an hour now to think about it, either surrender or fight! ”

Fang proved that they all forgot a decisive factor, that is, the decisive factor was in the hands of Minghe, not that they said that the competition would determine the victory or defeat, and Minghe would accompany them to compete.

The reason why Ming He gave Fang Zheng and the others another half an hour to think about it was not because Ming He was patient, but because the pheasant in his hand had just been roasted, and he needed time to eat and fill his stomach.

"This ......"

Fang Zheng and the others were very embarrassed, they didn't expect Minghe to be so domineering, and he didn't play cards according to the rules of the rivers and lakes at all.

Fang Zheng and the other senior executives of Shaolin Temple did not go to the Daxiong Hall to discuss this time, but discussed it directly here, but suppressed their voices and did not let Minghe and others hear it.

At the same time, they asked the warrior monks of the Shaolin Temple to begin to gather here, ready to start a war at any time.