Mr. Bai did not doubt Su Hang's strength, just looking at the appointment that Junbao would bring him to Shaolin, he knew that the rumors should not be needed.

However, now, Su Hang is actually like Junbao, and there is no trace of national art cultivation on his body?

Is this some kind of secret art that no one knows, or is it a unique expression of the practice of national art after reaching a certain unfathomable realm, and it is a return to the basics?

If the former is fine, but if it is the latter, it will be terrible.

Everyone's idle talk has already attracted everyone's attention.

After all, the masters of chemical strength who came together were the object of everyone's attention, and the characteristics of Junbao and Su Hang were too obvious to be recognized.

It's just that there is no trace of half of the cultivation on the two of them, and no one has thought about it before.

Seeing that the monk who maintained order had already noticed this, Junbao also smiled slightly, exhaled and said:

"Sanqingguan Zhang Sanfeng, before the appointment-come-worship-visit-"

Junbao's voice is not high, and it can't be compared with the loud voices of those high-rollers, but under the agitation of true anger, this sentence is accompanied by a breeze, slowly spreading all over the radius, so that everyone can hear it clearly.

It seems to be coming from afar, but it sounds like it's coming from close to you.

In an instant, the boiling voices were suppressed by Junbao's clear voice, and they were quiet.

But then, the whispers returned.

Hearing Junbao's words, how could everyone not know that the main master of today's drama has arrived.

Ji Wuming approached Mr. Bai and asked:

"Mr. Bai, Brother Junbao just used the 'lion's roar'?"

Mr. Bai also frowned, shook his head and said:

"No, if the lion roars, at least half of the people here have to lie down, let alone ......"

"Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng" is not without sound attack skills, but there is no true qi, there are very few changes, basically a lion roars all the way, purely with a violent sound to capture people's hearts.

Like Junbao, it is an incredible ability to send sound into everyone's ears with a weight.

The three masters of chemical strength are all puzzled, not to mention the remaining bright and dark energy? Everyone suddenly felt that this trip was worthwhile, and their burning eyes were all focused on Junbao who spoke out.

However, Lu Jizhi, who had always been silent, noticed Su Hang's strange look, and asked in his heart:

"Su Xiaoyou, do you know what kind of technique Brother Junbao used?"

Su Hang nodded and said:

"Some small means, to put it bluntly, are worthless."

Ji Wuming heard this, but said:

"Even if it's a small means, but none of these many masters on the scene can see through it, which is also amazing!

It's a pity, if it weren't for my mundane affairs, otherwise it would be a pleasure to travel the world and explore martial arts with Brother Junbao. ”

After that, Ji Wuming looked at Su Hang with envy, he knew Junbao's character, if he had any understanding, he would never be stingy to share it with others.

Seeing Ji Wusheng's expression, Su Hang also guessed what he was thinking, but he didn't explain.

After all, he did often ask Junbao for national arts.

"Now, it's up to Shaolin to make a move."

Before Su Hang's words fell, a deep male voice came from the Shaolin Temple:

"Amitabha, Zhang Zhenren is here, and the old man is far away!"

The sound is like a loud bell, loud and clear, it is the "lion's roar" of Buddhism, which also makes everyone in a radius hear it clearly.

Not long after, the temple door opened, forty or fifty monks rushed out, the first one was the abbot Wuxiang, more than half a hundred years old, but because he had entered the strength, he did not see half of the old state.

He was followed by three yellow-robed monks, namely the first seat of the Dharma Academy, the first seat of the Arhat Hall, and the first seat of the Vinaya Temple.

Su Hang could see clearly, not only these three people had entered the transformation energy, but the more than forty warrior monks behind them who revealed their fierce colors actually had nearly half of them entered the dark energy.

With this lineup alone, Shaolin is worthy of the reputation of a thousand-year-old temple.

Wuxiang glanced at Junbao, as well as the three Huajin beside him, the essence in his eyes flashed, and then he clasped his hands together in salute:

"Zhang Zhenren came from afar, why don't you go into the temple to talk about it?"

"Poor people are respectful, it is better to obey their fate."

Junbao smiled, and immediately walked towards the temple, and Su Hang and the others naturally followed behind Junbao.

Seeing that Junbao and others were about to enter the temple, the melon-eating masses outside the temple were disappointed.

It's just because Shaolin won't stop Mr. Bai, Ji Wuming and others, but their group of "idle people" have enough reasons to be stopped outside the temple.

If you can't see a good show, how can you teach people to be happy?

It's just that in front of the nearly ten Huajin Grandmasters, no matter how arrogant they are, they don't dare to be presumptuous, and everyone's complaints only dare to stay in the bottom of their hearts.

"Abbot and slow!"

At this moment, Luohan Tang suddenly stepped forward and blocked Junbao's way:

"The rules of this temple, against the outcasts and traitors of this sect, you are not allowed to enter the temple again for life, otherwise you should be punished by cutting off your feet, no vain junior brother, you are the head of the Discipline Academy, you won't even remember this, right?"

"This ......"

Without hearing anything, he hesitated for a moment and nodded and said:

"Not bad."

Seeing that Wufu nodded, Wuwu turned around and immediately said to Wuxiang:

"Senior brother abbot, Zhang Junbao defected from Shaolin at the beginning, how can he re-enter the temple at this time? It's better to discuss matters here. ”

This hateless head is the master of Xinbao, and he is also the culprit who chased the treasure out of Shaolin Temple in the first place.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Wuxiang glanced at Wuxiang, couldn't see joy and anger, muttered for a while, and said to Junbao again:

"The reason for this, Zhang Zhenren also heard it, please forgive us for not counting the temple ceremony."

Junbao didn't care about this aspect of his temperament, but he didn't think anything of it, and nodded:

"It doesn't matter."

This time the peak turned around, but it was a surprise to everyone who thought they couldn't see a good show.

Wu looked at Jun Bao with a rather unkind expression.

Among the wordless monks, his qi was the most narrow, so the Shaolin abbot of the year gave him the name "no anger", hoping that he could restrain his hatred.

It's a pity that Wu Yan obviously didn't grasp the true meaning.

Not long ago, Su Hang solved his three disciples in three moves and two ways, and the big loss of face was directly counted by him on Junbao's head:

"At the beginning, Jueyuan privately taught Zhang Zhenren the secret book of martial arts, and asked Zhang Zhenren to return it."

Hearing that Jueyuan was mentioned without anger, Junbao also showed a serious expression and explained:

"At the beginning, what the teacher Jueyuan gave away was not a martial arts secret book, but a heart sutra."

Wu Yan smiled coldly, and Wu Yu also showed a dissatisfied look, obviously not believing what Jun Bao said.

However, the abbot Wuxiang and the first seat of the Luohan Hall are colorless and noncommittal, teaching people to see their minds clearly.

Without speculation for more than half a sentence, without anger and prejudice, he naturally couldn't listen to Junbao's defense, and the situation soon became stiff.