"Ancestor!" Abbot Tianming looked at the old monk, his face showed surprise, and exclaimed.

He originally wanted to delay the time and let the other junior brothers delay until the ancestor arrived, but he didn't expect that the ancestor had already arrived here before the competition began.

When the surrounding monks saw the visitor, they were originally a little dissatisfied.

This is a major event related to the honor and disgrace of Shaolin Temple, and an old monk who wants to see the Buddha can intervene? It's just that when they heard the words of Abbot Tianming, they were stunned for a moment.

Patriarch?

When did Shaolin still have this patriarch?

Moreover, Abbot Tianming is already the oldest generation of characters in Shaolin, what kind of character will the old monk who can be called the ancestor by him?

The monks were pleasantly surprised, glanced at the old monk, bowed their heads respectfully, and chanted a Buddha name.

The old monk walked down the steps slowly with a look of surprise or puzzlement on everyone's face.

He took one step, and the wide gray monk's robe on his body was windless, as if it was blown by a howling cold wind, making the sound of hunting. A golden Buddha light lit up from the back of his head, like the rising sun, exuding endless golden divine light, as well as a brilliant divine power that could not be looked at directly.

Everyone looked at the thin figure of the old monk walking down slowly, and they only felt as if they were facing the vast ocean, and they might be beaten to pieces by the terrible waves at any time!

Of course, none of this is the most surprising part.

The most incredible thing is that every step the old monk takes, it is as if he is a few years younger.

When he came to the monks, less than thirty steps away from Mo Chen, he could no longer see the old and thin from before. He was tall and straight, with a very handsome face, and he looked no more than thirty years old at most, and if it weren't for those eyes as deep as the sea, no one would have been able to associate him with the thin and decrepit monk.

For a while, the scene was silent, and everyone looked at the monk in disbelief, always feeling as if they were dreaming.

Rejuvenation!

It's really a rejuvenation!

"Oh my God, this is the essence of the thousand-year-old Shaolin, the immortal characters who can rejuvenate?"

"I'm really not dreaming, someone can rejuvenate?"

"Terrifying, this kind of realm, I'm afraid it's even more terrifying than the legendary Bodhidharma Ancestor, right?"

"Mo Zhenren kicked the iron plate this time, although his cultivation is the best in the world, but in the face of this kind of existence that can rejuvenate, I'm afraid it's still too much worse, right?"

"It's just too much difference, and there's no comparison at all. You are all figures who have dominated the world for decades, have you ever heard that someone can practice martial arts to the realm of rejuvenation? ”

"Unheard of, unseen. Such a terrifying realm, I'm afraid it's already transcendent and holy, right? ”

Everyone looked at the old monk with round eyes, and they only felt like they were dreaming, otherwise how could they see someone rejuvenated?

Mo Chen's expression was calm, and he looked at the rejuvenated old monk silently, and no one spoke.

It's just that although he looked calm, the surprise in his heart is really indescribable. Mo Chen really didn't expect that in the era of the Condor Heroes, there would be such a powerful warrior.

The other party's cultivation is profound, and he has reached the pinnacle of this world, and he has achieved a terrifying figure at the limit of two stars, and he can even compare to the state before his breakthrough.

"Amitabha, the breath of the benefactor reminds the poor monk of a distant deceased. He reverted to his surname Dugu, known as Dugu and sought defeat! The old monk chanted a Buddha name, and his face showed a faint reminiscence.

Lonely and defeated!

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed instantly, and the calm expression on his face changed slightly.

Dugu is a figure more than 100 years ago, in the early Southern Song Dynasty, this old monk knows Dugu to seek defeat, is it an old monster in the Northern Song Dynasty?

The old monk ignored Mo Chen's surprise, his eyes seemed to be caught in a memory, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said calmly: "When the poor monk first saw Dugu and seek defeat, he was about the age of the benefactor. Of course, when it comes to martial arts cultivation, Dugu is far worse than the benefactor. ”

Mo Chen frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "After talking about it for so long, I still don't know the name of my senior, it's really rude." ”

Who is this old monk, and how can there be such a powerful figure in the Condor World?

Mo Chen felt that he had miscalculated something, or underestimated the strongest grandmaster game. Although this is a copy of the Condor World as a template, it is also a real world!

The world is full of variables, even if they have a set template!

The old monk sighed and said softly: "The poor monk's name is unknown, and he is more than sixty years old and puzzled, so he became a monk in Shaolin. Since then, the poor monk has never stepped out of Shaolin, but suddenly more than 100 years have passed, the old man has already turned into a loess, but it is a pity. ”

When Mo Chen heard the old monk's words, he always felt a little weird.

The other party's words seem to be too much. I just asked for a name, but the other party said a lot.

Moreover, I don't know if it's because of the memory of being lonely and defeated, as the old monk said more and more, Mo Chen inexplicably gave birth to a somewhat familiar feeling!

It's as if you really know this person!

When Mo Chen thought of this, there was suddenly an extra piece of information in his mind. Although it is only four words, the information revealed is extraordinary.

Gusu Murong!

Mo Chen stared at the great monk and said in a deep voice: "North Qiao Feng, South Murong, you are Gusu Murong Fu!" ”

Murong Fu nodded calmly, and said in a deep voice: "The name of the layman, the poor monk has long forgotten, and I never thought that anyone else would know it. It seems that the benefactor and my old man should be quite familiar. ”

"North Qiao Feng, South Murong. It seems to be a little familiar, it seems to be a character from more than 100 years ago. ”

"Nan Murong, he is the Murong Fu who crisscrossed the rivers and lakes more than one hundred and forty years ago!"

"A master of fame one hundred and forty years ago!?"

When everyone heard the conversation between the two, they were shocked and didn't know what to say.

Murong Fu became famous one hundred and forty years ago, so after more than a hundred years, no one knows how terrifying his cultivation has become, and no one can think of it.

Everyone only looked at Murong's means of rejuvenating and rejuvenating, and they understood that the other party's cultivation was terrifying, which definitely exceeded their imagination.

For a while, everyone's eyes looking at Mo Chen were full of pity.

It is said that persimmons are looking for soft pinching, and you have to find the world's first Shaolin Temple, and now you have encountered a stone.

The monks of Shaolin Temple were even more excited, and they almost couldn't help but want to cheer.

More than 100 years ago, the ancestor who dominated the world and was able to rejuvenate is like a myth. With such a powerful patriarch guarding it, who in the world dares to touch Shaolin in the slightest.

Dao Palace, hum.

They looked at Mo Chen with a little more disdain, as well as a faint mockery.

Murong Fu clasped his hands together, bowed slightly and said, "Since the donor is the deceased, if he is willing to cultivate with me, and no longer ask about the world, the poor monk can not blame the past." Otherwise, the poor monk can only break the vows. ”

Mo Chen showed a flat smile and took a step forward firmly.

The aura around him rose rapidly, and the terrifying sword intent condensed into substance in the sky above him, slashing through the white clouds that passed leisurely in the sky!

Rejuvenation! A master from a hundred years ago!

What to fear!