Chapter 69 Ding Chunqiu? When you encounter a brother who is full of poison resistance, you still have to kneel!

Hundreds of people rushed towards Shaolin, what a spectacular scene was that?

Hearing this news, even Shaolin, which has always been accustomed to seeing wind and rain, couldn't help but panic a little.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree, and the name of a white-clothed Shura, are they not good stubble?

In the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Xuan Ci was discussing with the Shaolin leaders how to deal with this matter, and the incident happened suddenly, even Xuan Ci was a little caught off guard, not to mention, Ye Fan also sent someone to send a letter of worship before,

It is said to be a prayer post, but there are only a few words in it,

"I have heard for a long time that Master Xuanci has profound Buddhism, I wonder if the master can remember the old incident at the foot of Shaomuro Mountain twenty-four years ago?"

When he saw this prayer post, Xuan Ci's whole person was like a lightning strike, as if he was in a daze, and his mind kept recalling, "How did he know, what did he know?"

Because the four wicked people all died in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, it is related to the reputation of the Duan clan in Dali, and Duan Zhengchun and others do not want people to know, so they have been kept secret, so until now, the abbot of Xuanci has not known that Ye Erniang and others have died at the hands of Ye Fan.

But this letter of worship has sealed the secret of Xuan Cichen for more than 20 years, and if it weren't for the fact that he has been chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha all day long, meditating and participating in Zen, his mental cultivation has already been extremely tenacious, almost to the point where Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his color remained unchanged, he would have lost his temper on the spot!

"Senior brother, that white-clothed Shura is menacing, and it doesn't look like an easy person at first glance, how should we deal with it?" Xuan Nan couldn't help but ask,

"Amitabha,"

After reciting the Buddha's name silently, almost instantly, Xuan Ci made a decision, "Wait and see." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

At the same time, Xuan Ci also made the worst plan for himself in his heart, if he really had to face that step, the only death could wash away Shaolin's century-old reputation.

The Xuan Yan and the others on the side didn't know this, and when they thought of Ye Fan's murderous name, which was almost comparable to the four evildoers, they still had palpitations, and secretly said in their hearts, if the white-clothed Shura really wanted to destroy Shaolin, then they could only do their best.

For a time, the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall was silent, and a momentum of mountain rain was about to arise spontaneously.

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Ye Fan, who was on the way, didn't know this, he was now leisurely enjoying the life of hugging back and forth.

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These disciples of the Vulture Palace are all beautiful girls, and there are Mei Lan Zhuju and the four maids beside him who take care of him meticulously, that feeling, not to mention how pleasant it is,

If it weren't for the great enemy of the sweeping monk, Ye Fan would almost be happy.

The closer he got to Shaolin, the more Ye Fan could feel that unique momentum--it was the unique qi induction unique to grandmaster-level masters.

Because it is the pinnacle of innocence, Ye Fan can also vaguely touch this threshold,

Thinking of this, Ye Fan turned his head to look at the other car, and said, "Grandma Tong, you must have felt it too, right?" ”

"That's right,"

The white veil was lifted, revealing Wu Xingyun's pretty face, at this moment, she was also like Ye Fan, looking at the direction of Shaolin Temple with a solemn face, and her tone was quite emotional, "I can't imagine that there are still people who can come to this point, Shaolin, it's really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger." ”

"Hehe, Shaolin, not necessarily,"

Ye Fan shook his head, his tone was full of disdain, "With those bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple, you must know that if you have such a grandmaster-level master, you will let the beggars jump up and down under your nose?" ”

Looking at Shaolin in the golden martial arts, which time was it compassionate?

It's their norm to be brave and ruthless!

Don't do anything to produce, don't pay for the land, and even, when the country is facing difficulties, what are these "compassionate" monks doing?

Hehe, being able to judge the situation, retreat bravely from the rapids, and protect oneself in a timely manner is the key to Shaolin's millennium.

As for the sweeping monk, Ye Fan believes that he is just a master who lives in seclusion in Shaolin Temple, with the help of the secret book of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he broke through to the realm of the grandmaster by chance, and he is definitely not a master cultivated by Shaolin Temple itself.

Otherwise, why did Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo sneak into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion three or four times to steal the scriptures, but they didn't see him come out to stop them?

Just when Ye Fan and Grandma Tong were discussing the matter of the sweeping monk, a noisy sound of silk bamboo gongs and drums came out far away, the sound became closer and closer, and Ye Fan's face couldn't help but become strange.

DING Chunqiu,

This old guy didn't connect him with Dafa in the Sea of Stars, what did he do when he went to the Central Plains to do nothing?

However, since you have encountered it, you can solve it easily, and just keep it for Wu Yazi as a congratulatory gift.

Almost instantly, Ye Fan made a conclusion about Ding Chunqiu's ending,

"What's wrong?"

Tianshan Tong looked at Ye Fan puzzled, she rarely haunted the Central Plains, so she naturally didn't know about Ding Chunqiu's affairs, and naturally she was indifferent to the crowd in front of her.

"It's nothing, just take care of a little bug."

Instructed Mei Lan Zhuju to stop the convoy, Ye Fan performed light skills, and after more than a dozen starts, he came to the group of Xingzhu Sect disciples,

There are about 100 people in front of them divided into several lines, some hold gongs and drums and musical instruments, some hold long banners and banners, the red, red, green and green are very pleasing to the eye, looking at it from afar, the flags are embroidered with the words "the old immortal of the stars", "the magic power is vast", "the magic is boundless", "the world is mighty" and so on.

In the sound of silk bamboo gongs and drums, an old man walked out slowly, and dozens of people behind him were lined up in two rows, a few feet away from him, following behind.

The old man was shaking a goose feather fan in his hand, and the sun shone on his face, but when he saw that his face was ruddy, full of white hair, three feet of silver hair under his chin, and his childish face and crane hair, he was really like a fairy figure in a picture.

Seeing Ye Fan blocking the road, one of them walked out and shouted, "Who are you, you dare to stop the frame of the old immortal, don't kneel down quickly, kowtow to the old immortal and admit your mistake, otherwise the old immortal will be angry, and you will be told to survive and not die!" ”

"Snort,"

Ye Fan shook his head disdainfully, looked at Ding Chunqiu who was pretending to be on the side, and couldn't help but sneer, "Ding Chunqiu, you deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, it's not good to be your shrinking turtle in the starry sea, how dare you make such a big fanfare, and there is really no one in the Central Plains?" ”

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the disciples of the Xingzhu Sect were furious, and they couldn't wait to take him down immediately, so that they could ask for credit in front of Ding Chunqiu.

"Well, you're ......"

Ding Chunqiu slowly turned his head, a pair of eyes kept looking at Ye Fan, as if he wanted to find out his identity, and after a while, he suddenly realized, "You are that old guy's new apprentice, right, do you want to avenge that old thing?" ”

While speaking, Ding Chunqiu kept shaking the goose feather fan, and his words were full of contempt.

"Ding Chunqiu, don't make those little tricks of yours in front of me,"

Ye Fan shook his head, glanced at Ding Chunqiu with a smile, and when he was talking just now, Ding Chunqiu secretly put at least four or five kinds of poisons on his side, but he didn't expect that Ye Fan had already refined the reckless Zhu Clam of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons, and he was not afraid of any poison at all!