"Abbot, please redeem Ye Xian for being disrespectful, from now on, Ye Xian is no longer a Shaolin disciple!" Ye Xian turned his head and saluted the abbot, and then turned his gaze to the beggar disciples opposite.

Ye Xian said before that he would not leave Shaolin, but in this situation, it is different, if he stays in Shaolin, it will affect Shaolin.

Maybe it would be safer to stay in Shaolin, but this is a dilemma for Shaolin.

If Shaolin protects itself, then it will leave a reputation for harboring murderers, which is a great stain on the righteous and bright Shaolin Temple.

And if you don't protect yourself, the abbot will not be happy, in this case, why embarrass the abbot?

The abbot gave himself the Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra, and he was kind to himself, so Ye Xian didn't want to embarrass the abbot.

"You beggar disciples, hear clearly, I, Ye Xian, am no longer a Shaolin disciple, you have revenge and grievances to complain, just look for me Ye Xian, don't involve Shaolin!"

Lu Youjiao sneered and said, "Stinky boy, don't say that you are so great, we didn't plan to involve Shaolin in the first place." It's your own shamelessness that killed many of my beggar gang disciples and wanted to hide in Shaolin Temple! ”

Ye Xian didn't say more, walked down the steps of the main gate of Shaolin Temple, and stepped out of that door, he was no longer a Shaolin disciple.

The abbot looked at Ye Xian's back, his eyes showed a struggle, and finally sighed and let Ye Xian go down.

In front of Ye Xian and the reputation of Shaolin Temple, he finally chose the reputation of Shaolin Temple, and he couldn't let Shaolin Temple bear the notoriety of harboring murderers.

Lu Youjiao showed a trace of satisfaction on his face, and said: "Stinky boy, you are still a little responsible, and you didn't hide in the Shaolin Temple as a shrinking turtle." Capture me and return to the helm of the beggar gang, and wait for the fate! ”

Ye Xian glanced back at Shaolin Temple, his eyes showed helplessness and sighs, but they quickly disappeared. He quietly looked at Lu Youjiao, and said, "Wait for the fall?" Why are you? ”

Lu Youjiao smiled and said, "Do you still want to resist?" ”

In his opinion, Ye Xian was just a hairy boy, even if he could kill a few bagless disciples and a bag of disciples of the beggar gang, it was impossible to compete with him.

Ye Xian looked at Lu Youjiao coldly and said, "Beggar Gang, hehe, it's such a big formation." Do you really think that my Ye Xian is a soft persimmon, let you knead it? ”

"I don't know the times!" Lu Youjiao made a bamboo stick in his hand and swept towards Ye Xian.

Ye Xian's face showed Sen Ran, these days he is familiar with the Buddhist scriptures, and he has indeed calmed down, and there is no longer the slightest violent anger in his heart.

But in his bones, Ye Xian has not changed, he will never be a coward to be bullied.

If others dare to bully him, he must bully him back!

"Beggar gang, hehe!" Ye Xian sneered, and suddenly punched out in his hand.

Luohan fist - a thousand pounds smashed.

This punch blasted out, and Ye Xian's fist seemed to have turned into a hammer, shaking the air, as if it really weighed a thousand catties, containing the momentum of thunder.

Lu Youjiao's bamboo pole was resisted by Ye Xian's fist, and he pressed one punch and one stick together, and it was frozen instantly.

"I actually have the ability to practice the fourth layer of qi!" Lu Youjiao's face showed shock.

At a young age, he was able to reach the fourth level of Qi training, this is a real genius, one in ten thousand or even one in a hundred thousand!

"The fourth layer of qi training, hehe, Lao Tzu is the fifth layer of qi training, and he fights with Lao Tzu for internal strength?" Lu Youjiao's face turned grim, and his true anger rushed to the bamboo pole frantically.

Ye Xian's fist pressed against the bamboo pole, his body did not move, and his arm was as steady as Mount Tai.

The true qi in his body was completely refined by the Pulp Cleansing Sutra, and it became the pseudo-innate true qi of the exclusive Pulp Cleansing Sutra, although it was only the fourth layer of Qi training, but the power was not weaker than the fifth layer of Qi training, or even stronger.

"Huh?" Lu You's feet and cheeks were sweaty, he had tried his best, and his true qi frantically poured into the bamboo pole, but he hadn't forced this kid back yet?

Even if this kid is at the fourth level of Qi cultivation, it is impossible for him to continue to be able to carry himself!

It's a pity that he was wrong, Ye Xian not only could bear it, but also was at ease. Lu Youjiao thought that he could force Ye Xian back, but in fact, Ye Xian was able to force him back with all his might.

However, Ye Xian didn't do this, he had a better idea.

Star-sucking**!!

Ye Xian's eyes widened, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the true qi in his body rolled, and the star sucking ** urged.

Facts have proved that reading Buddhist scriptures can temporarily calm Ye Xian, but once someone comes to provoke him, he will still explode and still get angry.

"No, my true qi, what kind of ghost martial arts are you!!" Lu Youjiao's face showed horror, and he felt that the true qi in his body was actually draining, flowing down the bamboo pole to the body of the young man opposite.

"This is the legendary Northern Spiritual Skill? No, no, this is not the Northern Spiritual Skill, who are you, who are you!!"

Ye Xian ignored Lu Youjiao's anger, he was still absorbing Lu Youjiao's true qi.

Lu Youjiao didn't dare to act rashly, although his true qi was draining, but he didn't dare to move even more, because he could feel that once he moved, his true qi would explode, at least his meridians would be shattered, and at worst he would directly blow himself to death!

"Bastard, brute, stop me!!"

When a group of beggar disciples saw the strange appearance of Lu You's feet, they immediately sensed that something was wrong, and rushed up to Ye Xian to shoot at him. Each of them had a bamboo pole in his hand, which seemed to be used by beggars as a cane to beg, but now it was a weapon.

Before, these beggar disciples didn't dare to disturb Lu Youjiao, because they thought that Lu Youjiao would definitely be able to deal with this kid, and if they did, it would be disrespectful to Lu Youjiao.

Now that Elder Lu, who saw them, had actually fallen into a disadvantage, he naturally no longer hesitated, and smashed the guy at Ye Xian.

There were many people, and hundreds of people rushed towards Ye Xian with a roar, which made the scene even more chaotic.

Ye Xian immediately made a decision, and slammed his palm into Lu Youjiao's dantian.

The conical palm, this is a chapter that Ye Xian has not used for a long time, the palm is like an awl, which is directly inserted into the dantian of Lu Youjiao, and the dantian qi sea of Lu Youjiao is abolished.

"Bastard, little bastard, you dare to abolish Lao Tzu's dantian!!" Lu You's eyes were cracking, and he roared frantically.

Ye Xian's face was calm, he had just had time to absorb one-third of Lu Youjiao's true qi, and those beggar disciples on the opposite side rioted. The remaining two-thirds of the true qi was left for Lu Youjiao, he was unwilling, so he simply destroyed Lu Youjiao's dantian directly, making the other party a waste.

"Beggar gang, hehe, bring humiliation on yourself!" Ye Xian said coldly to Lu Youjiao, turned around and left.

Those disciples of the beggar gang, although they tried their best to kill Ye Xian, none of them were Ye Xian's opponents. Ye Xian wants to leave, they can't stop it!

Lu Youjiao yelled at the abbot of Tianming: "Tianming, are you just sitting idly by?" ”

Tianming clasped his hands together and said indifferently: "Amitabha, Lord Ye Xian is no longer my Shaolin disciple, this is your beggar gang and his private matter, and the poor monk has no intention of interfering." ”

After speaking, he returned to the monastery with a group of monks, and the gate of the monastery slowly closed.

Lu Youjiao looked at these monks through the smaller and smaller crack in the door, his face was full of anger, and it was not until the crack in the door was completely closed that he sat on the ground with his head down.