"Senior brother, which of my Shaolin monks is this? How come I've never seen one? ”

"I have some impressions of these warrior monks of all sizes in Shaolin, and I have never seen this senior?"

Not only Xuan Ci was confused, but Xuan Du, who was in charge of Luohan Hall, was also at a loss.

"He seems to be a sweeping monk who has been sweeping the floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for decades!"

Hearing that the people in the temple recognized the identity of the old monk who suddenly appeared, Xuan Ci and the others were startled, but they didn't expect that this master who suddenly appeared turned out to be a sweeping monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but then they were ecstatic in their hearts.

Xuan Ci, who had always been worried about the lack of world-class masters in Shaolin, now straightened his chest proudly, and his face showed a compassionate signature smile.

You see that our Shaolin is not powerful, and an old man who casually runs out and sweeps the floor may be a hidden peerless master, so which one is strong in learning martial arts skills, the Central Plains Shaolin is looking for Shaolin.

Wu Yazi looked at the sweeping monk in front of him with a solemn face, this person's strength was not below him, and he didn't even find the sweeping monk hidden in the shadows at all.

"I don't know who the master's name is?"

"The name is just a code name, the old man forgot it decades ago, if the donor wants to call it, just call the old man sweeping monk."

"Since the master is a Shaolin person, then he will be able to learn the next trick."

It has been a long time since Wu Yazi has felt the blood in his body boiling so much, and that is the fighting spirit that only burns when he encounters a master.

"Master, be careful!"

Saying that, Wuyazi stepped on Ling Bo, raised his hand and gently slapped the sweeping monk, the sweeping monk's eyelids were slightly raised, his hands were folded, and he whispered "Amitabha", standing there without dodging at all.

"Bang!"

Wu Yazi's palm paused at three feet of it, and the air around him seemed to be sticky, like a wall blocking Wu Yazi's attack.

The strong wind blew the surrounding stones and flew up, and the martial arts people on the side suddenly retreated, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the battle between the two.

The internal force is released! Wu Yazi's face sank, he didn't expect the sweeping monk's internal force to be so high, but Wu Yazi is not easy to match after all, the body ** force flowed, the internal force between his hands came out vigorously, and he forcibly advanced three points in front of the sweeping monk.

Seeing this, the sweeping monk did not panic at all, and his internal strength was greatly vibrate, and he took three steps back when he landed without a cliff, and the two of them saw immediate results.

Sure enough, Wuyazi is not the opponent of the sweeping monk.

Yang An, who watched the two fight, learned through the system that the strength of the sweeping monk had reached the peak of the second order, and he was almost about to break through to the strength of the third order, but this step was like a moat in front of the sweeping monk.

"Senior brother (junior brother), I'm here to help you."

Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui saw that Wu Yazi was not an opponent, and immediately joined the battlefield of the two.

It's not that the people of Shaolin Temple don't want to help, but they really can't intervene, they used to think that those who are advanced in martial arts fly the eaves and walk the wall, and their bodies are as light as swallows, and they are powerful when they open the mountain and gravel, but compared with the power of the four of them, it is simply not worth mentioning.

The front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple suddenly became a battlefield for four people, and where the four people passed, everyone avoided it.

There are still such masters in the world! I used to be a frog at the bottom of a well.

That's what everyone is saying right now.

After a burst of gunsmoke, the figures of the four people were gradually revealed.

The three of them were all damaged, and if you looked closely, you could find that the three of them were slightly panting, obviously because of the transition of internal force.

On the other hand, the sweeping monk is not much better, but he can fight with the three old men of Xiaoyao, which shows how terrifying his strength is.

A trace of gloom flashed in Wuyazi's eyes, and he wanted to use this martial arts conference to control the resources of the Tianlong Eight Parts in his hands, but he didn't expect to run out of the dark horse of the sweeping monk, and suddenly destroyed Wuyazi's plan, and now everyone knows that Shaolin is still unfathomable and unshakable, which is inconsistent with his previous plan.

Although the experience of Xiao Yuanshan has affected Shaolin's reputation a little, the appearance of the sweeping monk has completely reduced this influence to a point that cannot be ignored.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yazi smiled at the sweeping monk: "The martial arts of the divine monk are indeed strong, but what I seek from the Freedom Sect is the art of seeking immortal immortality, and martial arts are only the way to defend oneself, and it is not enough to worry about it." ”

The sweeping monk Gu Bo's unshocked face couldn't help but pull secretly when he heard Wuyazi's words, it's just shameless, isn't it just that he can't beat it, he said it so high-soundingly. Although if it is a battle of life and death, he will definitely die, but he will definitely die with one or two people on the other side.

Looking at Wu Yazi's gray hair, the sweeping monk secretly despised the other party for talking big about his age.

"I don't know the donor's way of immortality, do you have a frown?"

"I don't dare to say the way of immortality, but the art of the Fang Shi is slightly involved."

After Wu Yazi finished speaking, he respectfully said to Yang An, who was standing: "I don't know if the pavilion master can go to sit on the Tianshan Mountain of my free faction." ”

"You go first, I'll walk around, and I'll naturally look for you if I want to go."

After hearing this, Wu Yazi glanced at Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui on the side, the latter understood, and then said to the sweeping monk: "Then the master will take a good look, my free sect's cloud technique." ”

"Come to the clouds!"

Wu Yazi raised his head to the sky, raised his finger to the sky, and shouted at the blue sky.

"Is this Runaway head crazy?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other when they saw Wuyazi's brainless behavior, and they all thought that Wuyazi was crazy.

But before they could say their ridiculous words, they saw three clouds actually drift down from the sky.

"The Carefree faction is back in the rivers and lakes, and those who are destined can come to Tianshan to join my Carefree faction."

"I'll go."

Everyone on Shaomu Mountain stared at the three people who had returned from riding the clouds and disappeared into the sky.

Everyone was stunned, even the sweeping monk stayed in place and stared at the sky, is there really a way to live forever in this world?

Yang An laughed in his heart when he looked at the appearance of everyone who was forced, in fact, he knew that Wu Yazi was not a cloud technique at all just now, it was just a prop somersault cloud purchased in the Ten Thousand Worlds Pavilion, but this also frightened the sweeping monk and the others, thinking that Wu Yazi and the others really knew spells.

Since the art of Tengyun is real, is the way of immortality really not a fantasy, there are not a few smart people, everyone now wants to worship the free school, even if they can't learn spells, it is good to learn some martial arts to protect themselves, after all, the martial arts of the three people of Wuyazi are also fascinating.

"Hey! There's another god here! ”

Suddenly, someone pointed at the smiling Yang An and shouted excitedly.

Everyone's eyes suddenly looked at Yang An, and after thinking about it, that's right, as an immortal, Wu Yazi has such respect for Yang An, then Yang An must be unusual.

Looking at the crowd of bee chrysalis coming, Yang An's face turned a little frightened.

The people around Yang An were gossiping, and the normal one was to ask Yang An.

"Immortal, find me as a disciple, I am talented and intelligent."

"Immortals, there is still no shortage of followers, I am strong, I eat less and work more, don't be paid and complained."

This also made Yang An a little more acceptable, but some of them actually said that their daughter or the niece of the seven aunts and eight aunts was as beautiful as a flower, and she wanted to be a bed-warming maid for Yang An.

Yang An just wanted to say in his heart, hey, what about your festival! As a martial arts master, how can you be like an uncle and aunt at a blind date, catch a man and sell his daughter, although I am indeed very handsome, but so many you let me choose, and we must also consider our body.

This is not outrageous, one of them saw that Yang An was not moved by the woman, and even introduced: "Immortal, find me as a disciple, I am dashing and looks like Pan An." ”

What the hell, you're so ugly and embarrassed to say that you look like Pan An. Hey, no, why should I care about what you look like, I'm not glass.

Yang An finally felt the scene of uncles and aunts snatching promotional goods, and it was really cruel.

Thirty-six plans, go for the upper plan.