"Amitabha!

Donor, the poor monk has long said that you are not my opponent, although the donor, your Ling Bo micro-step body is very ingenious, but the donor's own strength is not as good as the poor monk. ”

The sweeping monk did not continue to attack, and looked at Minghe River with his hands folded.

He had now proven his strength, and he believed that Minghe had understood the gap between the two.

"Mrs. Qiushui, don't be watching the show! If you look at it, I'll be killed. Minghe clutched his slightly aching chest and stood Li Qiushuidao, who was watching the play below.

"Alas! Can you kid be smarter, this monk is the legendary great master, and the two of us joining forces are not necessarily his opponents.

If I were you, I would go back and practice for another ten years to reach the Great Grandmaster, and then come to the Shaolin Temple to find trouble. Li Qiushui scolded Minghe in a coquettish voice.

"Master, can you help me? When Master was dying, he also asked you to guide me in my practice, if I die here, are you right about my Master? ”

Minghe looked at Li Qiushui as if he didn't intend to help him, so he simply moved out without a cliff.

"Okay, I'm going to go crazy with you kid today."

After hearing the name of Wu Yazi, she chose to help Minghe, she took Ling Bo to the martial arts arena with slight steps, and stood behind the sweeping monk.

"Donor, the poor monk never said that he wanted to take the donor's life, the poor monk just asked the donor to put down the butcher's knife and go down the mountain to leave."

The sweeping monk's face darkened after hearing Minghe's words, and he felt that Minghe was too good at making things up.

"I'm going to put the cruel words here today, if I don't kill Murong Bo and get the Yijin Sutra, I will never leave Minghe."

After Minghe had already spoken ruthlessly, he stared at Murong Bo, looking for an opportunity to kill Murong Bo with one blow.

"Donor, why bother? The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back. ”

After hearing the cruel words from Minghe, the sweeping monk sighed and said helplessly.

"Master, you help me hold off this monk, I'll find an opportunity to kill Murong Bo."

Minghe instructed Li Qiushui, and without waiting for Li Qiushui's consent, Minghe bypassed the sweeping monk to find an opportunity to kill Murong Bo.

"Hurry up, I won't be able to delay for long."

Li Qiushui hit two white rainbow palms in her hand to attack the sweeping monk, she didn't expect to defeat the sweeping monk, she just hoped to be able to drag the sweeping monk for Minghe.

"Amitabha, one finger Zen Gong!"

The sweeping monk shook his head helplessly, and with a flick of his fingers, he shot out two white rainbow palm forces towards Li Qiushui again, shooting out two internal forces, and Li Qiushui's white rainbow palm power was as fragile as a piece of tissue paper in front of the sweeping monk's one-finger Zen skill, and it was instantly penetrated.

Then in an instant, two internal forces attacked again, and the Ming River, which was waiting for the opportunity to move on the side.

"Old monk, you have no morality!

Why do you want to shoot me, you should shoot Li Qiushui. ”

Minghe saw the sweeping monk shoot two internal forces towards him, and hurriedly relied on Ling Bo to dodge with slight steps.

As a result, he just dodged an internal force, and another internal force hit Minghe's chest again.

This time, in order to make Minghe honest, the sweeping monk increased his strength a little, and this internal force instantly knocked Minghe to the ground.

"Old monk, let me say it again, you get out of the way, don't really think I'm afraid of you."

Minghe looked at the hole in the clothes on his chest, and he could see a fist-sized black green on it, which was all made by the internal force of the sweeping monk.

"Amitabha, the donor has been accused of murderous intent.

The Buddha said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground. The old monk also asked the donor to turn back to the shore today. The sweeping monk folded his hands and recited a Buddha name.

"If your Buddha personally said this to me, I might still consider whether to give him face, as for you are not qualified to do so!"

The momentum of Minghe's whole person changed in an instant, giving people a feeling of self-esteem.

"Master, you step aside, I'm here today to see if this old monk can stop me."

After Minghe asked Li Qiushui to retreat, he urged the Red Lotus Karma Fire and the Emperor's Golden Body on the spot.

Minghe's complexion had turned golden, and he was a golden statue at this time.

If you can see carefully that there is a layer of white fog around the Ming River, the so-called white fog is actually the water molecules in the air, which are instantly evaporated after coming into contact with the high temperature of the Ming River, and the fog is produced.

"What is this?"

The group of "heroes" who watched the drama were all surprised when they saw this scene, and Li Qingluo was also a little surprised, she had only seen Minghe use the Red Lotus Karma Fire, but she had never seen Minghe use the Diyang Golden Body.

"Old monk, take my punch." Minghe saw that the sweeping monk was distracted, and directly smashed the sweeping monk with a punch.

"Donor, is this the golden body mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures?"

Seeing Minghe rushing over, the sweeping monk did not dodge, he was still relatively confident in his strength.

"How is it?"

When Minghe was about to hit the sweeping monk with a punch, the sweeping monk's seemingly slow deep hand blocked Minghe's fist, which was actually amazingly fast.

With a "zizi", white smoke billowed out from the sweeping monk's hand, emitting the aroma of barbecue. The sweeping monk hurriedly took his hand back, and when the sweeping monk just held Minghe's, he felt as if he was holding a hot soldering iron.

"Haha! Roasted pig's trotters? ”

Ming He couldn't help laughing when he saw the sweeping monk and Ding Chunqiu's exact expression, he knew that the sweeping monk would definitely be able to block it, so he deliberately pitted the sweeping monk.

"Donor, this move of yours doesn't look like the martial arts cheats of the Central Plains."

Although the sweeping monk was injured, because of his years of self-cultivation, he was not angry, maybe this is what a senior monk should have, unlike those high-level people of Shaolin Temple.

"Old monk, if you retreat now, you will be in a hurry, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Facing what Ming He said, the sweeping monk just folded his hands and shook it: "Donor, now that you are back to the shore, you are still in a hurry." ”

"You...... Look at the moves. ”

Minghe, the old monk, was a little speechless, and the monk was still trying to persuade himself.

Two flames were condensed in Minghe's hands, and he casually threw the red lotus karmic fire at the sweeping monk.

"Moko's Command 3 to Hell"

The sweeping monk did not dare to despise the two red lotus karmic fires, his middle fingers of both hands shot out two internal strengths at the same time, I have to say that this sweeping monk is really powerful, Shaolin Temple seventy-two stunts, most of them have been practiced by him perfectly.

The two internal forces collided with the Red Lotus Karma Fire, the Red Lotus Karma Fire exploded instantly, the sparks splashed on the ground, and the two internal forces of the sweeping monk were also consumed.

"Take me one more shot!"

Ming He's hands were sealed, and the red lotus karmic fire began to gather in his chest, and after a period of accumulation, a demonic fire lotus finally appeared in the eyes of the world, and then flew towards the sweeping monk in an instant.

"Prajna Zen Palm"

The sweeping monk's instinctive reaction told him that the fire lotus would cause him damage, and he used the 'Prajna Zen palm', known as the "first palm of Shaolin", and the internal force of the sweeping monk's palm formed a large mudra and slapped towards the fire lotus of the Ming River.

The sweeping monk's big handprint slapped the fire lotus, and instead of destroying the fire lotus with one palm, it made the fire lotus instantly explode into more than 20 red lotus karmic fires and continued to attack the sweeping monk.

"Dora Finger!"

Seeing this, the sweeping monk hurriedly used the Doroye fingers in the seventy-two stunts, and his ten fingers flicked, like a Polo flower blooming, and several internal forces were released from his fingers.

The Red Lotus Karma Fire was hit and exploded by one internal force, and at some point, Minghe suddenly appeared next to Murong Bo, who was already seriously injured and unconscious. Ming He was now a humanoid soldering iron, and he slammed his fist into Murong Bo with one hand.

When the sweeping monk found out, it was already too late, Minghe's iron fist mixed with the red lotus industry fire smashed on Murong Bo's chest, the sound of "Zizi" continued to sound, white smoke billowed out, and Murong Bo's clothes were also ignited, so that Murong Bo's whole person was wrapped in flames.

"Di, congratulations to the host for completing task three, killing Murong Fu's family, and getting 100 points."

"Haha, old monk, now that Murong Bo is dead, are you still fighting?" Minghe pointed at Murong Bo, who had turned into a fire burning all over his body, and said with a smile.

"Wonderful!

The old monk wants to ask the donor for a trick, if the donor wins, the poor monk can lend the "Yijin Sutra" to the donor for a look.

If the donor loses, please don't come to my Shaolin Temple to find us troublesome in the future, if it is to burn incense and worship the Buddha, we only treat it as courtesy. The sweeping monk looked at Murong Bo, who was already dead, put his hands together and sighed.

"Good!" Minghe said yes, and it can be seen from today's situation that it is impossible to get the "Yijin Sutra" without defeating the sweeping monk.

"Amitabha! Donor, please make a move! The sweeper nodded.

"The old monk looks at the move, the flying dragon is in the sky!"

The dragon groaned sound, the internal force was released from Ming He's palm, forming a golden dragon head, the rest of the dragon's body was formed with red lotus karma fire, this fire dragon was facing the sweeping monk, after making a dragon groan, it rushed towards the sweeping monk fiercely, Ming He felt that his body was hollowed out, and the 'Diyang Golden Body' and 'Red Lotus Karma Fire' both failed at the same time.

"Dingzhu Demon Subjugation Supreme Skill!"

The sweeping monk took off the string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and put it in his hand, and one hundred and eight prayer beads mixed with the sweeping monk's internal force flew out to attack the fire dragon.

"Bump!"

The two collided together, the fire dragon collapsed and exploded, one hundred and eight prayer beads instantly turned into powder, flames and winds swept the entire martial arts arena, and Minghe and the sweeping monk were instantly enveloped by flames and winds as the leaders.

Just when the battle was about to end on the side of Minghe, Xiao Yuanshan's side had already broken through the one hundred and eight Arhat formations of the Shaolin Temple, wounding or killing many Shaolin disciples, Xuan Ci saw this, and couldn't bear Xiao Yuanshan slaughtering those Shaolin disciples, so he chose to commit suicide to apologize.

Afterwards, the ground of the martial arts arena was covered with cracks, blood overflowed from the corners of Minghe's mouth, and his upper body was black. The situation of the sweeping monk is similar to that of Minghe, the corners of his mouth are bleeding, the original white temples are black by the fire, and he is wearing a monk's robe, which is in tatters.