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"Guo Shizhu is not afraid of the cold hearts of fellow martial artists in the world when he does this?"

The old monk spoke, no longer smiling in front of the temple, and the others sat there without moving, and a pressure pressed on the white night.

Bai Ye smiled slightly, picked up the teacup, and covered the tea with a plucking of tea, this casual action dissipated the momentum of the old monk.

The old monk gathered all his strength and threw a punch, but was dodged by the enemy and hit the air with a punch, and the feeling of not stepping on it was extremely uncomfortable.

"World martial arts?"

Bai Ye smiled, full of malicious ridicule, he put down the teacup, pointed at himself, and looked at the old monk seriously, "Do I seem to be the kind of person who will take care of the world's martial arts?" ”

"Then Guo Shizhu is really going to be the enemy of the world's martial arts?"

The old monk turned the Buddha beads in his hand, a cold light oozed from his eyes, and his voice was very solemn.

"What about being an enemy? Moreover, what kind of thing are you, why do you represent the world's martial arts and the people of the rivers and lakes? Think martial arts, is it you Shaolin who has the final say? ”

Bai Ye sneered, several monks were so angry that one Buddha was born, and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, their faces were ugly, especially the middle-aged monk Juehui, who roared: "Evil obstacles, die!" ”

The sleeves of his clothes fluttered, Hao Hao rode the wind, the two were only a few steps away, and in the blink of an eye, a pair of iron-like fists slammed into Bai Ye's head, containing enough power to penetrate a wall.

Bai Ye sneered and did not avoid it, sat on the chair, and also threw a punch, the difference was that he punched two punches.

In the hands of people with profound skills, even grass, trees and stones can also be used as divine weapons, not to mention the difference between palm and swordsmanship.

The power of the dragon elephant was transmitted from Bai Ye's right arm, and it collided with the pair of iron fists.

"Poof!"

The air seemed to ripple, and the invisible energy swayed open. Several monks looked anxious, their eyes widened, and they immediately swarmed up at the slightest mistake.

"Shhh

It can be seen with the naked eye that the sleeves of the monk Juehui are spiraling apart inch by inch, spinning and flying one by one, and several monks can't wait, and they bounce up, or fingers or claws, and attack the white night.

"What a Shaolin, kill!"

The white night drank violently, and the sound came from the temple, relying on the strong internal force, and spread far away at the foot of the mountain.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The army under the mountain began to attack, and the artillery fire stormed towards the top of Shaomuro Mountain, and exchanged fire with all kinds of martial artists on the mountain.

In the Shaolin Temple, the special combat team members fought with hundreds of warrior monks. The strength of these Shaolin monks' martial arts is at least second-rate to first-class level, and dozens of people are first-class masters in the rivers and lakes. They relied on the Shaolin formation, and the tacit understanding between them actually fought with the special combat team members of the White Night.

A thousand-year-old temple, without the strength of the foundation, how can it gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes? Peerless and invincible, it is difficult to come out of a peerless master who crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, but what a force really relies on is the power of the middle and the top.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a group has been formed, and Bai Ye and several special combat team members have fought against several Shaolin monks.

Several people are top masters, and the old monk is a combination of skills, seemingly simple moves, all of which have unpredictable power.

The water of the rivers and lakes is far deeper than imagined, and people often think that the master, always think that the strong, is the kind of invincible in the world, the peak of independence, and the character who pushes all enemies.

In fact, there are too many masters in the world, even if they are not as powerful as the first in the world, they are far beyond their peers and have strong skills.

In Heaven and Dragon Slayer, people only see the power of Zhang Sanfeng's peerless grandmaster, Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang divine skills, but Shaolin, Wudang Seven Heroes, Emei, Kongtong, Xuanming Erlao, and King Kong Gate of the Western Regions, which one of them is weak?

We are just attracted by the name of the world's first, ignoring the power of the masters of the rivers and lakes, and the water of the rivers and lakes will always be deeper than imagined.

The old monk shook his robe, and the robe flew out and rotated, and the corners of his clothes were like a sharp weapon, cut out, and the sharpness was incomparable.

"The robe is a demon subduing skill? Master Heartless, am I really a demon? ”

The corners of Bai Ye's mouth were slightly upturned, and one finger and one finger were pointed out, and one yang finger combined with Jiuyang's internal force exploded into a powerful and amazing combat power.

After all, the robe is the fabric of the clothes, even if the old monk uses the robe to subdue the demons, it cannot change the essence.

Yiyang's finger force punched one big hole after another in the robe, and the robe flew back to the old monk and draped it on the old monk.

He looked down at the hole in his robe, folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and waved his palm as a knife, like a blazing knife slash.

"Wood-burning knife method? I still underestimated the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how many stunts the master has cultivated. ”

Bai Ye's palms swung seven times in a row, and the seven dragon descending palms were struck, cascading like waves, submerging the flame sword qi.

The old monk was not worried or afraid, his thin face was waveless, his palms were split in the air, and the nine sword qi converged, cutting through the power of Bai Ye's palm and killing Bai Ye.

Bai Ye's eyes narrowed, his hands formed cumbersome marks, his true qi was swirling, his internal force penetrated his body, and a flame phoenix flew, flying in the fire, hitting the old monk and killing him.

On the other side, the monk was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his two arms were bruised, and blood flowed out, he had just fought with Bai Ye, he had been injured, and the special combat team members who were facing Bai Ye at this moment were even more injured everywhere, and a monk's robe was scattered, adding a lot of blood.

Bai Ye turned his head and looked at the few people who were in a stalemate, the skills of the special combat team members were not inferior to these monks, but the masters made moves, and they could divide life and death in an instant, and they could also fight for a long, long time. They now, apparently, belong to the latter.

Bai Ye raised his eyebrows, and formed another mark, slamming at the old monk with one palm, without looking at him, the figure was nine illusions, and in an instant, he reached the back of the monk Juehui, and slapped the monk on the back with an indifferent palm.

"Poof!"

Blood rained down from his mouth, splashing through the air, and his internal organs were shattered in an instant.

"Senior Brother Juehui!"

"Senior Brother Juehui!"

A few shouts came, and Monk Juehui only felt his eyelids darken, and he fell into cold darkness.

"Ah, Adversary, I want you dead!"

A monk looks like a madman, his fingers are claws, and between one claw and one claw, the cold is raging.

"Then you will die first!"

Bai Ye received a claw from the monk, and this claw was like grasping on steel, only tearing Bai Ye's clothes, but not even the flesh and skin.

A palm struck the monk's chest, and a dagger quickly cut his neck, and the monk fell to the ground in an instant.

"Little Meihua, well done."

Bai Ye turned around and praised, and the special combat member raised his head, revealing a proud look.

"Master Heartless, do you still want to fight? I don't think Shaolin can have the upper hand. There are indeed a lot of masters in your temple, and there are several top masters who do not lose to the five peers, but what about it? ”

Two corpses fell in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, stained with blood in front of the Buddha, and the remaining three middle-aged monks wanted to fight again in anger, but they were stopped by the old monk.

"Amitabha, Master Guo has good skills, and the poor monks have lost!"

The old monk shouted the Buddha's name, and his thin face seemed to be even more thin and old.

"Uncle Shi?"

"Abbot!"

The three middle-aged monks were stained with blood, and the screams from time to time outside the hall and the smell of blood wafting from time to time made them uneasy.

"Don't say it, don't fight it. If we are inferior to others, we have to bow our heads and admit defeat. Do you want Shaolin to be destroyed? ”

The old monk was angry, and his expression was indescribably lonely and vicissitudes. Shaolin saw that there were many talents again, and when he was about to Weiling Jianghu, he was forced to come to the door.

The three middle-aged monks were inexplicably grieved, with bitter tears in their eyes, rolled up the two dead monks and walked out of the main hall.

"All Shaolin disciples obeyed the order, laid down their arms, and must not resist again. We, lost! ”

The old monk's words spread throughout Shaolin, and all the Shaolin disciples who were still fighting heard this familiar voice, and they were stunned for a while, unable to react, until a while later, no one threw away the weapon in his hand and cried there.

"Master Guo, you have won. I wonder where you got so many masters? ”

The old monk looked at the five special combat team members behind Bai Ye, shook his head and sighed lonely.

"Hahaha, looking for it? It's ridiculous! ”

Bai Ye laughed, these people are almost all homeless beggars, war orphans, where did they find them?

"Do you know what is the greatest value of a person?"

Shaolin admitted defeat, Bai Ye was in a good mood, he couldn't help tilting his head and told the old monk about his thoughts.

The five special combat team members on the side also listened with their ears pricked up, they all knew Bai Ye's thoughts, but they still found it interesting and interesting when they listened to it again.

The old monk frowned, didn't reply, he was entangled in this question, and Bai Ye then said: "Master Wuxin grew up in Shaolin all his life, and naturally thinks that it is your value to chant Buddha and eat fasting, practice martial arts and lectures, and carry forward Shaolin." ”

The old monk thought about it, but nodded, and Bai Ye continued: "An ordinary farmer, in this life, he can marry a wife, have a son, have a few acres of land, and a little family wealth, he feels that this is his value. A businessman can pass the trade routes in all directions, the goods are spread all over the world, and the wealth of the world rolls in, the more money he earns, is his value. A king can hold great power, beauty is in his arms, the people in the territory live and work in peace and contentment, and the world will not surrender, which is his value. ”

When Bai Ye said this, his words changed, "However, in my eyes, these are nothing. The most important value of a person is not how many fields, how many beauties, and how high martial arts you have, but the wisdom of people. ”

"We are born equal, there is no difference in the essence of life, you Buddhists say that all living beings are equal, every grass and tree, one insect and one beast, no different from us people."