Faced with the capture of the three accomplices, the remaining five gray-clothed monks looked at each other, all a little at a loss.

Although they are congenital masters, their original identity is only a serving monk in this Shaolin Temple, and they belong to the first-class miscellaneous monks.

The reason why it can achieve higher achievements than the official Shaolin warrior monks is that every Shaolin warrior monk who practices a martial art needs to go through the strict review of the Shaolin Temple, and even has a fixed number of years, which greatly restricts growth.

And as miscellaneous servants, they don't seem to be able to get in touch with some advanced martial arts on weekdays, but as serving monks, their figures are almost everywhere.

Those high monks did not shy away from them when they taught martial arts.

Over time, formal warrior monks were bound by various rules, but they were inferior to those who either secretly learned or inadvertently practiced martial arts.

But when compared with a regular disciple and a miscellaneous monk, the difference is still obvious.

Despite their innate achievements, these serving monks are more likely to do their own work or practice their martial arts in secret.

Even after breaking through the innate nature, he has been instructed by the person in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion intentionally or unintentionally, but most of them are in martial arts Buddhism.

In terms of the ability to deal with mutations alone, these innate gray-clothed monks are even inferior to those second-rate, first-class formal disciples who have been carefully taught by Shaolin.

Therefore, when they realized that they had many innate masters and were fully capable of making the little emperor return home, they were particularly calm, even disdainful.

But when they saw that one of the three accomplices was captured, and the other party had three masters who didn't seem to be much weaker than the old monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the rest of the people were no longer calm in their hearts, and they began to panic a little.

Of course, that is, the little emperor didn't know what these gray-clothed monks were thinking, if he knew, he would definitely look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and tell them in a faint tone: There are ten masters like this!

Well, he doesn't have to count himself, after all, he is the emperor..... On this kind of formal occasion, you can't really get into a fight with someone.

The momentum was violent, and he thought he was bound to arrest someone, but the three of them joined forces and were captured by the other party.

After an exclamation, the scene fell silent again, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere did not last long, and was broken by the sound of a Buddha horn like a dusk drum and morning bell.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The voice was far away at the beginning, and it was close in the middle time, and after the Buddha's horn was announced, the more than 6,000 pairs of eyes present suddenly found that in the middle of the gray-clothed monk and the Yellow Emperor, on the open space, I don't know when there was a sudden additional figure.

The figure was also dressed in a gray monk's robe, dressed as a miscellaneous monk, but from one of them, most of the people present did not find out how he appeared, but no one dared to treat him as an ordinary miscellaneous old monk.

"Teacher!"

"Master!"

"Divine Monk!"

At the moment when the old monk appeared, after seeing the person who came, the eight gray-clothed monks who were present or captured or at a loss all showed joy on their faces, and while calling out various names, they also breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

It's as if with this gray-clothed old monk present, nothing big is a big deal.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just a sweeping old monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, how can he be worthy of the title of the gods and monks."

In the face of the respect of the eight gray-clothed monks, the old monk had a humble face and a kind tone, and he looked like a high-ranking monk who was not shocked by humiliation.

After greeting a few gray-clothed monks, the old monk turned his head to look at the little emperor.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has greed, hatred, and anger in his heart, and he has vainly stirred up the nameless fire, and he has gone astray at this time. I hope that the benefactor will put down the butcher's knife so that the common people will not suffer. ”

His eyes stayed on the little emperor for a moment, and the gray-clothed old monk folded his hands and made a Buddhist salute to the little emperor, and then his face was full of compassion and recited the proverbs of the awakening world.

Looking at the old monk with a compassionate face, the little emperor felt a burst of disgust in his heart for no reason.

"Put down the butcher knife? We still need to see if your old monk has the ability to make me put down the butcher knife! ”

Looking at the gray-clothed old monk with an expressionless face, the little emperor's voice was cold.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who is going to try this old monk's methods?"

"I'll do it!"

As soon as the little emperor finished speaking, a cold female voice sounded, and then left a red afterimage in the air, which instantly swept in front of the gray-clothed old monk.

At the same time as the red shadow approached the sweeping monk, an embroidery needle abruptly attacked the center of the sweeping monk's eyebrows.

"Huh?"

In the face of Dongfang's undefeated attack, the sweeping monk couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

As soon as he made his move, he naturally saw that the 'woman' in front of him was using the kung fu of the "Sunflower Treasure Book".

It's just that the other party obviously didn't reach the realm of him, and he faintly felt a hint of threat during the attack.

Especially that speed, compared to him, it is not half a point slower.

This kind of means, even the founder of the Sunflower Treasure Book, the old eunuch in the palace has never possessed, how did this young woman in front of her do it?

Of course, the surprise was only for a moment, although Dongfang's undefeated speed was fast enough, but the sweeping monk was higher than her after all, and his speed was not slow.

At the moment when the embroidery needle was about to pierce the center of the eyebrows, the old monk's body had a Buddha light rising, and a thick invisible air cover enveloped the sweeping monk.

The embroidery needle seemed to be somewhat hindered as it pierced into the invisible air shield, and its speed became slower and slower.

It wasn't until it was less than an inch away from the center of the sweeping monk's eyebrows that the embroidery needle completely stopped, and it was suspended less than an inch from the center of the old monk's eyebrows, which looked particularly weird.

"Girl, although the "Sunflower Treasure Book" is strong, even the old monk who can't hurt the old eunuch may not be able to hurt it, so let's stop here."

Successfully blocked Dongfang's undefeated strongest attack, and the old monk who thought he could steadily suppress Dongfang's undefeated showed a compassionate smile on his face again, as if he wanted to take down the opponent only casually.

This kind of behavior made several gray-clothed monks behind him secretly happy, and also gave Abbot Xuanci and others who were inexplicably relieved by the movement outside the mountain gate.

It's just that......

"Don't be ashamed! On it together. ”

Seeing that it was indeed difficult for him to hurt the old monk alone, Dongfang Undefeated snorted coldly, turned around and greeted the two people who had just shot together, and his body turned into an afterimage again, attacking the weak point of the sweeping monk's air cover.

Hearing this, Xie Xiaofeng bowed slightly, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed, and it was obviously slow enough for everyone to see the sword, but the sweeping monk who was locked by the sword momentum actually felt that he seemed to have nowhere to hide, and even had a feeling that he couldn't help but put his weakness on the blade of the sword?

"Huh?"

There was another strange shock, this kind of strange attack, with his martial arts attainments, was unheard of and unseen, which really made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Helpless, knowing that he couldn't break this weird swordsmanship, the old monk could only resist this sword with an invisible air cover again, and at the same time, within the invisible air cover, the old monk's entire skin began to transform towards gold.

But for the sake of safety, the old monk performed the Shaolin King Kong incorruptible magic skill within the invisible air cover.

And just when the old monk was ready to resist Xie Xiaofeng's sword, and at the same time to avoid Dongfang Undefeated and find the weakness of his defense to attack, the speed of his body was not weak at all, Dongfang was undefeated, and Chu Liuxiang, who was even more erratic and weird, also held a folding fan and attacked the major points around the old monk from time to time.

Although every attack never hit his body, the collision of the innate true yuan still made the old monk feel unstable and almost vomit blood.

At the same time, while fighting with three masters who were not much weaker than himself, the sweeping monk also secretly complained in his heart.

Where did such freaks come out, at a young age, one cultivated the "Sunflower Treasure Book" to the point that it was more advanced than the creator, and the martial arts performed by the other two were even more unheard of and unseen.

Fortunately, there are only three such freaks, relying on his self-created magic skills, coupled with the suppression of the realm and profound martial arts attainments, he can barely win.

If there are two more, I am afraid that the result will be really unpredictable!

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