"Amitabha, the old monk is just a dozen miscellaneous servants in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, worldly things, complicated and messy, originally not the old monk can manage it, but the layman's life is strange, expensive and unspeakable, the old monk does not dare to shoot at the layman, can only implore the layman to raise his noble hand, do not be angry with the temple." The sweeping monk looked at Zhang Shuo, who turned around, shook his head and said.

Although Zhang Shuo was surprised that the sweeping monk could resist his 'Northern Underworld Force Field', although he was shocked, he was not afraid, and said: "This seat will go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see if the old monk can stop me!" ”

Zhang Shuo's feet moved, and the person flew out like a cannonball, turning into a black afterimage and shooting towards the direction of the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion.

The sweeping monk's expression changed, he sighed, and said, "It's amazing, it's really amazing." Hey, now it seems that damage is inevitable! ”

As soon as the words fell halfway, the person disappeared in an instant like green smoke, appearing a few feet away, as if teleporting! Seeing that the martial artists present were dumbfounded, the remaining words had just reached everyone's ears at this time.

Although Xuan Ci didn't know who the old monk was, he also understood that the rise and fall of Shaolin and righteous martial arts had been tied to the old monk alone.

Just as he was about to catch up with the two, a shout from Duan Yanqing suddenly came from behind him: "Xuan Ci, you Shaolin has been defeated, do you still want to deny it!?" ”

Xuan Ci hesitated, indeed, Shaolin has a word first, if Zhang Shuo can break the eighteen Arhat array, then the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion will give it away.

However, at this time, the nameless old monk obviously had the strength to compete with the Demon Lord, how could he let go of this last hope!

"Amitabha, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the foundation of Shaolin, forgive the old man for being difficult to obey, wait for the demon lord and the hermit monk to finish, and then talk to you in detail!" Although it is polite, the rogue heart is already very obvious.

"Hahaha... My nephew was right! Hypocrites are more disgusting than real villains, little monk Xuanci, do you remember me? Tianshan Tong's grandmother couldn't help but mock loudly and asked Xuan Ci.

"Huh?"

Saying this, coupled with the tone and voice of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, the old monks of the Xuanzi generation such as Xuan Ci, Xuan Nan, Xuan Lonely, and Xuan Bei took a closer look, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and several people glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Slowly moving forward, Huo Di bowed, as if a junior met an elder, and actually bowed respectfully, but Tianshan Tong's grandmother just nodded indifferently and did not return the salute.

Abbot Xuanci and others are admired in the martial arts, both in terms of seniority and martial arts, and now they have shocked the attention of many martial artists by saluting a little girl.

But what is even more surprising is that in the face of the other party's 'rudeness', Xuan Ci, Xuan Yan, Xuan Lin and others did not have the slightest displeasure on their faces.

I saw that the already sad face of Abbot Xuanci was even more ugly, and he said helplessly: "I don't know that the seniors have arrived, and the little monk has not been able to go out to greet him, and I hope that the seniors will not blame." ”

The audience was in an uproar.

"What? Predecessor? Still calling himself a little monk? ”

Is this a joke? Could it be that Shaolin has already rebelled?

Shaolin Temple is now the highest backup is the 'Xuan' character monks, with their status, Xuan Ci is the abbot of Shaolin, naturally not joking.

Since it is true, that Xuan Ci is already in his sixties, from this point of view, coupled with the old accent of this female baby, is he really a hundred-year-old master?

Or a hundred-year-old man like a little girl? The group thinks they are hallucinating.

Tianshan Tong's eyes narrowed, and she said with a satisfied face: "I have a relationship with your master Lingmen, since you know me and respect me as an elder, then I will discipline you well for your master!" ”

Ignoring the jaw-dropping righteous martial artist and the surprised Xuan Ci, Tianshan Tong said to the four sword attendants behind her, "Bring that woman up." ”

When Mei Lan Zhuju heard this, he immediately bowed down and received the order: "Yes!" Grandmother. ”

After a while, Xuan Ci saw the quadruplets sister pressing a middle-aged woman with a scar on her face and unkempt hair coming over, and she couldn't help but tremble, and the Buddha bead in her palm couldn't hold it and fell to the ground......

At this time, Zhang Shuo and the sweeping monk arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion successively, although Zhang Shuo did not comprehend the sweeping monk's almost 'shrinking the ground into inches' kung fu.

However, under the integration of peerless light skills such as Ling Bo's micro-step and divine movement, it is already close to the level of 'Feng Xu's wind, and the speed is not slower than the teleportation of the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk saw that Zhang Shuo's speed was as fast as lightning, but he did not lose his dust, and he couldn't help but praise: "Amitabha, the layman is so clever and light, so profound, and the hidden dangers and obstacles of the Northern Shengong have also been resolved by the layman in other ways, which is really amazing!" ”

"Hehe, don't talk nonsense, this seat is here today to destroy the Buddha, take it!"

With a snort, Zhang Shuo's ten fingers flew up, and the golden sword qi shot out from his fingertips, emitting a 'boom... Whew...'.

In the void, thousands of golden sword shadows, mixed with the power of thunder, stabbed towards the sweeping monk!

The sword aura was pervasive, and some sword qi was hidden or revealed, bypassing the front of the sweeping monk, turning sharply in the air, and shooting at the back of the sweeping monk!

This move is Zhang Shuo's evolution by combining the three divine skills of the Six Veins Divine Sword, the Finger of Participation, and the White Rainbow Palm Power, supplemented by the Fortune Method of Dou Zhuan Xing.

This move was first achieved, and even Tianshan Tong Ma, a figure at the peak of the martial arts master, admitted that even if he was at his peak, it was difficult to completely avoid or resist.

At the same time, the sweeping monk's expression was awe-inspiring, his hands were folded and he whispered the Buddha's name, and a three-foot wall of qi rose instantly.

The sword qi shot out on it, like rain falling on a pond, splashing a circle of water waves on the qi wall like ripples, and some sword qi even pierced into the qi wall more than two feet, but it also disappeared without a trace, and it could never be shaken!

Zhang Shuo laughed: "Okay, happy, come again!" The body turned again, turned his fingers into palms, and descended the dragon's palm.

With a bang, like a flat thunder, Zhang Shuo burst out with energy, and the surging palm power was running, roaring and rushing towards the sweeping monk again.

Eighteen palms of the dragon, the palm power is strong and heavy, although there is no lack of change skills, but it is more to go straight to the move for the most. This palm sweeping monk is unavoidable, and behind him is the wisdom of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years, so it can only be taken.

For the first time, in the battle, the body fluttered, the wide monk's robe swirled and danced, and a whirlpool of turbines in the void appeared.

Like a black hole that absorbs all things, the surging palm power is pulled to the arms by the sweeping monk as soon as it enters it, and between the bulging and swelling of the monk's robe, the palm power of the mountain collapse will be eliminated invisibly!

But looking at the more sweat droplets on his forehead, he knows that the internal force consumption of the sweeping monk must be great.

It is true that even with the cultivation of the great master of the sweeping monk and martial arts, under the 'unity of heaven and man', he can 'borrow' the power of heaven and earth to fight the enemy.

But manpower is limited, how much can 'borrow'? How can 'borrowing' be without a price?!

The blow was effective, Zhang Shuo didn't give the sweeping monk the slightest respite, and laughed: "Take me again!" ”

The body is rioting, but this time it is a close-fitting move, and the whole body is full of energy, as if wearing a layer of water waves.

With a wave of his palm, a palm shadow in the void blocked all the retreats of the sweeping monk, forcing him to have to confront him.

"If the big day comes, the king of immovable Ming!"

The sweeping monk's expression changed again, his hands were folded, he recited the Sanskrit sound, and his body was full of energy, as brilliant as the Buddha of the Great Day, dazzling, and it was really like the Buddha came into the world!