Looking at the army of people going up the mountain road below, several old monks deliberated for a while and finally made a decision.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Shaolin monks were not allowed to stop the army from climbing the mountain road.

After all, Shaolin Temple is famous all over the world, and the mountain road of Shaolin Mountain has already been built wide and flat enough, and there is not much difficulty in climbing, and there is no natural danger that is easy to defend and difficult to attack

Therefore, in the ambush on the mountain road, except for means such as rolling wood and stones, the Shaolin monks do not have much advantage.

And as monks, the kind of means that cause countless deaths and injuries will naturally not be easily used when they are not necessary.

Of course, all this comes from their confidence in Shaolin and their confidence in being able to capture the little emperor alive.

After all, Shaolin has nearly ten of them, and there are two of them congenital peaks.

Even if they can't, Shaolin has other back-ups.

The ...... I don't think I'm going to sit idly by.

It is also based on this self-confidence that several gray-clothed monks dared to make a response plan of 'luring the king into the urn and catching turtles in the urn'.

As for whether the other monks of the Shaolin Temple, or even the presiding abbot, Master Xuanci, would agree, there would naturally be companions who would go and explain and let them agree.

In the self-confidence of this group of monks, in the face of the little emperor's army climbing the mountain, Shaolin Temple did not have a monk and a head to stop it, so that the army drove all the way and quickly arrived in front of the Shaolin Temple Mountain.

In front of the Shaolin Temple, the little emperor took the lead, followed by ten masters of the innate extreme realm, as well as Qiao Feng, who had a great understanding in the recent ups and downs, and successfully advanced to the congenital Qiao Feng.

Behind them was an army of 6,000 armed men.

One stop in front of Shaolin Mountain, a piece of black pressure, just from the momentum, there is a sense of making Shaolin, a century-old temple, stormy.

In the face of the little emperor, several gray-clothed monks had faint smiles on their faces, one by one, like a high-ranking monk, they actually regarded the thousands of troops behind the little emperor as nothing.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha name, an old monk in gray took a step forward.

"His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, since the establishment of my Shaolin, I have always adhered to my duty and abided by the rules and precepts, His Majesty the Emperor brought a large army to my Shaolin, I don't know why?"

Looking at the gray-clothed monk who asked knowingly, the little emperor's face was cold.

"Why did the soldiers besiege Shaolin, I already announced it to the world half a month ago.

Needless to say, you Shaolin doesn't want to repent, and you dare to send someone to break into my bedroom at night.

Today, Shaolin - Extinguish! ”

The little emperor's face was expressionless, his voice was cold, and the words he said let people know that there was no room for maneuver.

Really!

Listening to the words of the little emperor, the gray-clothed monks said in their hearts Sure enough, the fire burning monk has indeed been captured.

It's just that.....

"I still dare to come to my Shaolin in person when I know my Shaolin heritage, I have to say, Your Majesty the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, the poor monk really admires your courage."

The gray-clothed old monk folded his hands together, "It's just...... Your Majesty really thinks that the old eunuch in the palace can stop us and others from joining forces to capture him? ”

When the words fell, the gray-clothed old monk turned into a gray shadow and swept towards the little emperor, and behind him, three more figures swept out, all of whom had martial arts cultivation in the late stage of congenital life.

Obviously, this group of monks regarded the capture of the burning monk as the credit of the old eunuch in the gongli.

And that, it is also the only innate master of the Ouchi Palace that they know, and he has been sitting in the Ouchi Palace for decades.

It's just that......

"Alas......"

Facing the three gray-clothed monks who rushed up, the little emperor couldn't help but shake his head and sigh lightly.

"I, sure enough, I still overestimate the wisdom of these monks, if I rely on the strength of these innate masters to harass and surprise the army on the mountain road, it may bring me some trouble.

It's just that now that the army has gone straight to the gate of Shaolin Temple, just eight innate masters, relying on these 6,000 troops alone, it is enough to sweep.

Just ......"

Speaking of this, the little emperor looked at the ten innate masters summoned behind him.

"Since the money has been spent, and the system doesn't always care about it, let's ask a few people to help!"

When the little emperor finished saying this, the three gray-clothed old monks had already arrived in front of the little emperor.

It's just that, seeing that the little emperor didn't have the slightest fear on his face, and didn't even dodge or dodge, and turned his back to them, the three old monks keenly felt that things were unusual.

Perhaps, there is something that I and others have not taken into account.

Thinking like this, the three old monks kept holding their hands and grabbed the little emperor's back in unison.

has reached this point, it is naturally impossible to stop easily, and even if there is an accident, they believe that with the background of Shaolin, it should be enough to deal with it.

Faced with the capture of the three old monks, the little emperor didn't even look back, and he didn't even look at the three old monks.

It's just that the hands of the three old monks didn't catch the little emperor.

When he was only less than half an inch away from the little emperor's clothes, the three hands were blocked in unison.

And the three people who blocked the three hands were a sword, a needle, and a folding fan. ”

Xie Xiaofeng's sword, Dongfang's undefeated needle, and...... Chu Liuxiang's folding fan.

The three weapons each blocked a big hand, the tip of the sword turned, a sword flower was raised, the sword passed without a trace, and the arm was cut off shoulder to shoulder.

But the sword that cut off an arm was dripping blood, and the man with the sword stood there as if he had not moved.

The embroidery needle flew out and nailed into the palm of the other hand.

Before the person moved, the needle flew out, and the arm that was pricked by the embroidery needle didn't even have time to react, and all the tendons and veins were destroyed by the sunflower true qi attached to the embroidery needle, and it was abolished.

The folding fan stretched forward, and the owner of the folding fan was the only one who moved the figure, and this movement was indescribably relaxed and freehand, and the inexhaustible chic and free-spirited.

The folding fan is light, the footsteps are like a butterfly wearing flowers, and between the understatements, the last old monk has been pointed down to the big holes all over his body, unable to move and fixed in place.

Quiet!

In front of Mt. Shomuro, there is a deathly silence.

Whether it was the 6,000 army accompanying the little emperor, or the eight gray-clothed old monks in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, at this moment, no one made any sound.

It's not that they can't make a sound, it's that this momentary shock makes everyone forget to breathe, to make any sound.

"This ...... How can it be! ”

Seeing that the strongest three people on their side were either abolished or captured alive by the three young people on the other side, the faces of the remaining five old monks of Shaolin Temple were already full of horror.

Perhaps, only that one..... Is there such a means?

It's just that there is only one such existence in Shaolin.

And the emperor in front of him brought three people at once.

Can that one handle the power of these three people together?

No one can give an answer.

For a moment, regret was written on the faces of several old monks.

ps: The three more will be sent, and tomorrow's Shaolin Temple will be a big climax, and it is still asking for recommendation votes, and the big tickets will go a wave.