"Dare to fight?!"

At the foot of Songshan Mountain, Mo Wen shouted, and his voice echoed in this group of mountains, and it lasted for a long time.

People in the rivers and lakes are silent, just now the people at the foot of the mountain saw with their own eyes how Mo Wen killed the famous Beiqiao Peak, and the people on the mountain have also seen how Mo Wen cut melons and vegetables like a move to put down five or six masters, you must know that at this time, the people who can still leave their lives in the hands of Wang Yuyan's three daughters are all strong in martial arts, but they were knocked down without any resistance under Mo Wen, if it weren't for the sweeping monk's action, I am afraid that everyone here will be poisoned.

Everyone set their eyes on the abbot of Xuanci, Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and the martial arts conference was held in Shaolin, so it should be Shaolin who came forward.

Xuan Ci just smiled bitterly, took a step forward, and didn't answer, but asked Mo Wenlang loudly: "Master Mo, the old man still has a question, I hope the donor can answer it." ”

He took a deep breath.

"Why does the donor want to kill in the martial arts?"

Everyone was stunned, and then they all pricked up their ears, after all, this catastrophe was too inexplicable.

This carefree faction took action against the entire martial arts almost without warning, regardless of enmity, origin, or position, almost killing masters when they saw them, and exterminating them when they encountered the sect, which made people confused at all.

If it is said that it is to dominate the martial arts, they have never shown similar meanings, and they do not accept the sect's surrender, if it is said to be for the old grudges of the past, but it is not like it, with the strength they are showing now. No sect on the rivers and lakes can compete with them, not even Shaolin, and many newly built sects have also been murdered. They don't have anything to do with the Loose Pie.

"Why?"

Mo Wen was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Of course, it's to pursue the supreme realm of martial arts!"

Mo Wen glanced around at all the martial arts people present, and said lightly: "The god of my Xiaoyao faction uses the internal force of others for his own use, and my son also likes a hundred martial arts, and he doesn't kill much, where does the internal force and cheats come from, and use these wastes to fulfill the prestige of my Xiaoyao faction." Or lift them up! ”

Glancing at everyone with disdain, Mo Wen added: "It's like people raising livestock, fattening." Naturally, they will be slaughtered! ”

"You! ――”

Listening to Mo Wen's remarks, these martial arts people felt a chill in their hearts, and inexplicably thought of those martial arts people who were killed by absorbing internal force, and then thought of the endless masters of the Carefree School. In the end, there was a burst of rage. The people who practice martial arts are not small, and when they heard Mo Wen compare themselves to domestic animals, they all raised their weapons one by one, and looked at Mo Wen and the people of the Xiaoyao faction coldly.

It involves martial arts and the internal strength of hard cultivation, and there is no room for turning around, either you die or I live!

"Let's fight them!"

"Even if Lao Tzu dies, he won't be cheap these bastards!"

"Master Xuanci ordered!"

For a while, the crowd was excited.

"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci chanted a Buddha horn, and then made a final effort. Regardless of whether this battle is won or lost, the final winner will not be easy. It is inevitable that life will be ruined.

"Donor, martial arts are already at the top, so why bother to kill again? As long as the donor is willing to stop, the old man can make a guarantee, and no one will pursue today's matter, with the strength of both you and me, the donor may not be sure of victory! Why don't you just wave your hand?"

Listening to Xuan Ci's words, Mo Wen showed a weird smile, which inexplicably made Xuan Ci's heart chill, and he felt like he had stepped into a trap.

Sure enough, I saw Mo Wen and said lightly: "If you want me to stop, it's okay, anyway, the internal force absorbed by Young Master Ben and his subordinates is enough to digest, and the martial arts cheats collected are enough, and I can also guarantee that the Loose Sect will not have similar actions in the future, but-"

The ominous thoughts in Xuan Ci's heart became heavier and heavier, and then he saw Mo Wen's face suddenly change, and he said gloomily: "I-want--all the books in the Scripture Pavilion!" ”

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold fanatic! Dare to covet my Shaolin martial arts! ”

Without waiting for Xuan Ci to reply, Xuan Sheng and Xuan Yan behind him shouted loudly.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the foundation of the Shaolin Temple, and this move is tantamount to breaking the inheritance of the Shaolin Temple.

But except for the scolding of the two, there was no other voice, and no one echoed, the martial arts people who were clamoring for war just now were silent at this time, the scene was quiet for a while, Xuan Sheng and Xuan Yan were stunned, turned around, looked at those martial arts colleagues who didn't say a word, and trembled with anger.

"You-"

Xuan Sheng's eyes widened, staring at those fellow martial artists, but the other party lowered his head one by one, not daring to look at him.

Just now these people were aroused by Mo Wen's anger, and they can fight to the death, but at this time, they don't have to work hard, and a breath of anger is vented, as for Mo Wen's final conditions and what does it have to do with them, they don't want to work hard for Shaolin Temple, and Shaolin has always been Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, although everyone doesn't say it, but they are inevitably a little jealous in their hearts, and at this time, they may be secretly happy to see Shaolin being robbed.

"Aren't you afraid that these loose cults will be treacherous and strike again? Without our Shaolin, how can you resist? It's a shame that Shaolin treats you well-"

Xuan Sheng was even angrier in his heart, and at this time, the hatred of these so-called fellow Daoists was still above that of the free faction.

Hearing this, the faces of those martial arts people also changed, not because they were afraid that the free people would rebel, but because Xuansheng said that everyone relied on Shaolin to survive.

Immediately, a person said in a weird manner: "People just want your book collection, not your life, as long as the people are still there, even if they regret it, you Shaolin is still afraid that he will not succeed, and everyone will naturally help the Shaolin monks." ”

"That is, Shaolin should not only value its own inheritance, and not put the lives of your colleagues in your eyes, you are Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, you will not be so reckless of morality!" Then another person took over the road.

Everyone persuaded Shaolin to hand over the collection of books, even those who still had a little morality in their hearts were silent, and that shameless appearance made Xuan Sheng angry, and he wanted to do it with a loud roar.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly stopped by a hand, only to see Xuan Ci with a bitter smile on his face, at this time, his side has been led out of infighting by a few words, if he really makes a move, he will definitely lose, and he can still get a good reputation if he stops now, if he really shoots at his peers, it will be attacked by a group, even if there is that high monk, I am afraid it will be more than lucky.

After pondering for a long time, Xuan Ci still sighed, and said to Mo Wen's astringent voice: "As long as the donor can ensure that my Shaolin martial arts are not passed on, I will collect the scriptures in the Pavilion——"

"Wait!"

Suddenly, the sweeping old monk took a step forward and stopped Xuan Ci's words.

"Master? What are you? ――”

The sweeping old monk shook his head, but turned back to Mo Wen and said.

"Master Mo, do you dare to make a bet with the old man?"

Mo Wen raised the corners of his mouth, as if he already knew that this would happen, and said unhurriedly: "Bet on what?" ”

The sweeping monk clasped his palms together and said softly: "The old man is willing to take the donor's three palms, if he is lucky enough not to die, please let the donor go back to the mountain after the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, how about it?" ”

"Does the donor dare to agree?" (To be continued......)

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