"Woman, spare the poor monk, let the poor monk go!!" After the little monk woke up, he found that he had no clothes, lying naked in the quilt, and there was a veiled woman sitting next to him, and he immediately tore his throat and yelled!

Of course, he also touched his little brother by the way, after all, the boy is still there, and it has a great bonus to his cultivation speed...... And it's miserable to lose the first time for no reason?

"What are you shouting, shut up, you're making a sound, and I'm going to kill you with one punch!"

“…………”

The woman's voice was beautiful, like flowing water, even if the tone was harsh, but that was it......

So Zhao Zimo took a deep breath, the old monk sat still, and in order to protect his nose, he stopped talking.

After all, he was weak, he hadn't recovered from his internal injuries, he didn't have much combat power, he was just knocked unconscious, which was really unpleasant, but she finally saved her life......

At this time, I touched my nose, fortunately I wasn't beaten crooked, but I really wanted to speak, in case I was punched a few times by this little girl, it would be impossible.

Silence......

"Crunch" The door sounded, and a man in a black brocade robe walked in, Zhao Zimo sensed that this person's qi and blood were vigorous, like a furnace, and he was like this girl, and he was also a master of the innate realm!

He wanted to ask the Buddha at this time, why didn't he know before, during the period of Zhang Sanfeng, there were so many innate masters!

But don't blame him, after Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan became a great achievement, he suppressed the demeanor of others for at least half a century, until he lived in seclusion in Wudang Mountain, which gave those rising stars a chance.

So in his time, those so-called masters were weaker than him, and half a century later, the dead died, the crippled, and the retired retired, what else can they be famous.

What's more, Lao Jin didn't mention it......

"Miao'er, you've brought back the Shaolin abbot, why don't you go out soon?" The man spoke with a lot of anger, as if he wanted to talk to the little monk about something.

"Dad" has a cold voice, but it is still very good, this situation makes the little monk who has no clothes shivering, and I don't know what is wrong, it is estimated that he has been staying in the men's pile all the year round, and he feels uncomfortable......

"I'm just afraid that he will run away, after all, this little monk is also in the innate realm, if I let those subordinates come, he would have run away a long time ago......" The masked woman stood up, swept him, and turned to leave.

"Go, go, this is the Shaolin abbot, don't talk nonsense, by the way, after you go out, don't eavesdrop outside the door!"

"Oh, well!"

………………

The man in the brocade robe carried a chair and put it on the side of the bed, and sat down directly, this person has thick eyebrows, strong and powerful hands, fierce momentum, and murderous spirit, as if he belongs to a general on the battlefield!

"Hello abbot, in Wujiang below, the sect leader of the Ming Sect!"

"Oh......"

The first sentence of this person's fist made the little monk shake his body, and there was always a feeling that he was going to be abolished, and he taught your sister ...... Demon Cult.

"First of all, thank you Abbot for killing Kublai Khan in one fell swoop, originally we also wanted to take this opportunity to kill him, but we never expected that someone would do it first...... And it worked. At this time, Fang Wujiang had to take a closer look at this little monk, he was young, only sixteen years old, and he could have such strength.

Especially the power of that sword, which broke more than 100 armors, he couldn't describe it in words, that kind of magnificent scene.

He always felt that if there was anyone in the heavens and on the earth who could cut that sword, it would only be a land immortal.

As for what armor is broken, it is naturally an adjective for martial artists in the army, armor is the armor worn by soldiers in the army, and it is normal for a martial arts master to pass through two or three armors with a sword.

And if you want to break the ten armors with one sword, you need to be able to release your true qi, and if someone learns some peerless skills at the peak of the day after tomorrow, similar to a yang finger, or a six-vein divine sword, then it can also be done, but few people can learn it.

Therefore, only a martial artist in the innate realm can do that step, and a sword qi can break through the ten armors.

But the little monk's sword broke through a hundred armors, which had to shock him.

In the end, he saw the Zen master of the Vajra Sect chasing and killing him, and naturally wanted to save his life.

After all, the Ming Sect has not yet developed into the trend of the Demon Sect, they are just a sect from Persia, and by the way, they want to rebel against this dynasty.

However, although the little monk is an archaeology major, this is a bit different from real history after all, he listened to Fang Wujiang's vernacular for a long time, and found that he had no ill will towards him, so he still said slowly: "Sect Master Fang, give me a chance, let me rest for a while."

At the same time, you also give a face, let me, the abbot of Shaolin, wear some clothes......"

Fang Wujiang, who fell into memory, was fascinated by that sword, and he only remembered at this time that this little monk covered with a quilt was still the abbot of Shaolin, and he hadn't put on clothes yet, otherwise he could look at himself with an unhappy face?

He was slightly embarrassed and said, "Ahem, ahem, Miao'er, I know you're behind the door."

You go and get the abbot's new clothes, and by the way, you will take a Sanxuan Holy Pill for the abbot to heal! ”

"Oh......"

"Don't, just bring a piece of clothing, the Sanxuan Shengdan is a treasure as soon as I hear it, and I still don't need it, after all, I am strong and strong, and I recover quickly, and it is a waste to eat it......" The little monk was afraid that Fang Wujiang would give him a three-corpse brain return pill, so it would be interesting.

"Okay, then please ask the abbot to heal first, and then we'll talk about it!" Fang Wujiang raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this young Shaolin abbot to be quite cautious, and then he walked out of the door.

The woman with a light veil walked in again, she glanced at Zhao Zimo, who was wrapped in the quilt, threw her clothes on the bed casually, and left, but the eyes just now were obviously looking at Zhao Zimo's skin......

"Whiter than a bitch, shameless, hum!" After Fang Miao'er closed the door, she looked at herself, even after breaking through the innate realm, she was not so white and tender, and she really didn't know how this monk practiced martial arts.

Zhao Zimo, who has more smart ears, is a little melancholy holding his clothes, but he is also a little melancholy, after all, this is other people's territory, and honestly recuperating his injuries is the most important thing.

………………

This kind of injury caused by accumulating momentum for too long is not easy to get better after all, Zhao Zimo was bedridden for three days in a row to recuperate, except for drinking ginseng soup a few times, he hardly eaten.

But finally, on the third day, Kankan restored his strength to the eighth layer.

Among them, the strength of these eight layers is mainly that the meridians have not been completely recovered, which still needs to be slowly recuperated.

As for this accumulation of momentum, it is not without benefits, that earth-shattering sword will consume the innate true qi in the body, but it will make the innate true qi at this time more sufficient and condensed.

After these two days of understanding, Zhao Zimo finally has some understanding of Mingjiao at this time, at this time Mingjiao focuses on anti-Yuan, although Guangming Ding is still their territory, but they have no time to engage in any martial arts competition, Jiangshan is what they want most.

So the two don't have much to do with each other, that's what it is...... They are profitable to talk about!

And Zhao Zimo, as the abbot of Shaolin, although he killed Kublai Khan with a sword, it will inevitably be recognized, and it will also lead the Yuan Dynasty to suppress the Shaolin Temple.

But at this time, south of the Yellow River, there were all rebellions, and the imperial court was not available at all, not to mention that everyone in the rivers and lakes, when they heard that the young abbot of Shaolin had killed Kublai Khan with a sword, there were even more places to rebel.

At this time, the whole world is not at peace.

And this is also what Zhao Zimo thinks in his heart!

If it is not broken, it will not stand, the Yuan Dynasty is too cruel to the people of the Central Plains, no matter how bad the situation is at this time, it will be like that, Kublai Khan's death will definitely have a great impact, and those princes will have to compete for the throne for some days, and the opportunity is at this time.