As soon as Li Ershao shouted, as soon as his body moved, he wanted to stop it. Almost at www.biquge.info the same time, the Phantom Dragon Monk snorted softly, his body moved like the wind, stretched out his hand to intercept, and shouted in a deep voice: "Why is the little donor blocking it?"

Li Ershao's eyes burst out with a sinister aura, and he said coldly: "The head of Tai Chi is coming with him, and he has the right to deal with it below, if you want to save him, hehe, you have to pass this level!"

Its gloomy tone, arrogant demeanor, can't help but make the phantom dragon monk's face change, with its unique position of the phantom dragon monk in the Shaolin Temple, since he became the head of the Shaolin generation, no one has ever dared to be presumptuous in front of him, but respectful, bow together, but today, this uninhibited young man in front of him, but he did not take this unfathomable Shaolin boss to heart.

The Phantom Dragon monk's heart fluctuated, and in his slightly closed eyes, a ray of divine light suddenly radiated, and he said in a deep voice: "Little donor, you are a guts, not trivial, once as the king of Hades alone in the South Mountain, burning the Lingguan Palace, revenge Taijimen, and now the blood of Shaolin Temple, although the old monk admires your heroic behavior, but you still refuse to let go of a seriously injured person, this is not to extinguish your prestige, give people a sinister and vicious handle to fall down contempt......"

Li Ershao interrupted the old monk's words with a burst of wild laughter, and defended: "Great monk, you are looking away!"

The Phantom Dragon Monk couldn't help but be stunned, and said in confusion: "What did you say?"

Li Ershao replied: "The head of Tai Chi is not seriously injured, but the meridians and acupoints are controlled and cannot be moved. However, I have never liked others to interfere in my affairs, if the disciples of your sect refuse to let go of the Tai Chi master and insist on going their own way, the great monk is not strange, and he can only open another killing ring!"

Although the Phantom Dragon monk felt angry in his heart, when he remembered the survival of Shaolin and the task that the contemporary head had ordered him to do, he immediately calmed down and chanted "Amitabha!" He waved his hand to the two disciples in the audience who were in charge of Taiji, and said, "Let go of ......

Behind him, the head of the three elders of Bodhidharma, the illusory monk's robe, fluttered, and suddenly took a step forward and said: "Senior brother, if you are so compromised, if you don't save you when you die, where will you put the morality of martial arts?"

Not to mention that the retired elder Bodhidharma can't stand this situation, even all the second-generation Shaolin disciples in the field are also indignant in their hearts. Some of the monks looked at the Phantom Dragon monk, and some looked at the Tai Chi master on the ground, and a look of excitement appeared. Although the head of Tai Chi couldn't move his limbs and couldn't speak, he knew in his heart that the two dull eyes showed a trace of sadness and helplessness, and he closed his eyes helplessly and shed two lines of tears. This is the sorrow of a hero's shortness of breath! A hero cannot be powerless, a hero cannot be powerless, otherwise, life is worse than death!

The monk also suddenly took a step forward and said bitterly: "Uncle Shi's move, don't you want to think about the reputation of Shaolin for 500 years?

His words immediately aroused the resonance of all the monks in the audience, and their blood surged, and they agreed in unison: "The disciple is willing to die to maintain the honor of Shaolin, and may the master be merciful!" Then the sword was unsheathed, and the stick was erected, forming a commotion. The silent and breathtaking atmosphere suddenly turned into agitation, except for Li Ershao, it seemed that everyone's blood was boiling, arousing high morale.

Li Ershao still seemed to be disdainful of his hatred of his own enemies, and his face showed even more gloomy coldness, and two murderous auras suddenly radiated from his eyes, and he sneered: "Your faction is really too self-conscious, and you can't protect yourself, and you still want to protect others, it's really a toad crawling on the hot pan - bulging your belly." If you don't know what to do, you want to fight, and you are willing to accompany you to the end, hehe, please don't regret it, say that you are ruthless!" His slow voice, the eyes full of murderous gaze, and the clothes around his body that were full of internal force squealed, the breath of death seemed to immediately fill the space, floating around everyone of the Shaolin disciples, making everyone shudder, frightened, and discouraged.

Wujie monk couldn't help but tremble, seeing the situation was dissipated by his Li Xia's words, his face suddenly turned red, and his heart said, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, suddenly a violent scream, and the first to bear the brunt of the desire to pounce, in this instant, I saw the phantom dragon monk, long eyebrows fluttering, opened his eyes, and shouted: "Stop!"

The Phantom Dragon monk did not pay attention to the cynicism of the second young Li Xia, looked at the monks in the field, raised the green jade staff in his hand, and said loudly: "The law enforcement staff of this sect is here, it is an order on behalf of the head of the sect, if any of you dare to act rashly, immediately follow the precepts of this temple to enforce the law." Although my Phantom Dragon Monk has handed over the position of head of the family, but also one of the only four remaining masters of Shaolin, since there is no law enforcement Buddha staff, all three generations of disciples in the Shaolin Temple should respect my order, today I can't imagine that you dare to openly resist my order in front of a strong enemy, you, where are you going to put the Shaolin generation's precepts?"

The old monk's clear and loose skin trembled, his long eyebrows trembled in the flying, and his words seemed inspired and depressed, which showed how contradictory and sad he was in his heart. The disciples in the field, including the three elders of the Dharma Academy, and the two sons of Shaolin Wuse and Wujie, looked at the excited expression of the old monk, listened to the old monk's admonition, showed a look of surprise on their faces, squirmed uneasily, hurriedly folded their hands, bowed their heads, and immediately shouted the Buddha name "Amitabha" in their mouths. You know, the Shaolin Temple has very strict precepts, and the generations are particularly distinct, in the face of the green jade Buddha staff that represents the dignity of Shaolin, who dares to speak out, and who is willing to bear the charge of rebellion?

The monk Wuse on the side stepped forward, folded his hands and said: "Uncle Shi, please put your anger away for the time being, the Wujie disciples and nephews are just for the survival of Shaolin, and they are indignant for a while, so that they offend Uncle Shi, they can't be emotional, but they are pitiful in their hearts, and I hope Uncle Shi will give Haihan!" Although these words were said tactfully, his tone was also extremely heavy, which showed the pain in his heart.

The Phantom Dragon monk lowered his eyebrows again, put down the green jade staff, sighed, and said quietly: "Wuse master and nephew don't need to explain, Uncle Wu knows that although he has not long gone, the Buddha is about to return to the west, but now he is also a disciple of the Shaolin Gate, the honor and disgrace of the Shaolin Gate, can you not think of it, but the head of Wukong told me to do this, I have his own ideas, although the old monk is his master, he can only follow his orders, no matter who, as long as it is a Shaolin Sect person, can not be disobeyed." As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately waved his hand and ordered the second-generation disciples in the field to continue to deal with the aftermath of the dead and injured disciples in the field.

Li Ershao stood there quietly and watched coldly, secretly admiring this Shaolin generation of the most respected and respected Bailing monk, his calm and self-reliant cultivation kung fu, no one can compare, even seeing the death and injury of dozens of monks under the door and be able to restrain his own behavior, it can be seen how great his concentration is, but Lingzhi told himself that his calm work beyond abnormal people must have its cause, and he couldn't help but ask himself, is this old monk really in order to avoid bloodshed, and endure his impetuous heart? Is it true that as he said, he is acting in accordance with the instructions of his current head of Wukong? Is it true that the head of Wukong is as he said, bowing and worshipping there, burning incense to confess his sin, and then coming out to solve it in person?

Li Ershao couldn't believe it, and secretly thought in his heart, the current three elders of the Dharma Academy, plus the remaining two sons of Shaolin, as well as the Phantom Dragon monks whose skills are still unfathomable in front of them, if they unite and fight with themselves again, they are bound to pay a greater price, and it is also contrary to the original intention of deterring Shaolin and happiness in one fell swoop just now.

Thinking about this, he asked tentatively: "The old monk is so pretentious, what other conspiracy can he dare to do?"

The phantom dragon monk's face twitched, and he suddenly raised his head and let out a shocking laugh, this laughter was like a surging wave, with the power of thunder, which shook people's eardrums and stunned. Li Ershao was stunned in his heart, and said in his heart, this old monk has such profound skills!

The Phantom Dragon Monk suddenly restrained his laughter, and said sadly: "With the current strength of Shaolin, the existing old man is present, if you are determined to deal with the little benefactor, forgive you for not being able to get out of the Shaolin Temple alive, however, of course, the temple will have to pay a certain price again, in order to save the lives of the disciples, the head of this sect has to face the ancestors of the past generations to ask for worship and worship, and then personally solve it with you, what conspiracy can this be?" said a long sigh of resentment, and continued: " Since the first creation of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, no one has ever been able to break out of the formation alive in this one hundred and eight Arhat Demon Formation, your little donor has this unexpected skill, it can be said that he is the first person in history to have this divine power, but the little donor does not dare to enter the hall, afraid of my Dharma, isn't it not to damage the prestige of your Central Plains people and demons?"

Li Ershao listened quietly, and when the Phantom Dragon Monk finished speaking, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he snorted dissatisfiedly, and sneered at each other: "Why do you old monk want to provoke each other with words, who dares to stop you where you want to go? Who can stop it? If I don't go to the place, who dares to force it? Who can force it?"

The Phantom Dragon Monk said: "If the little donor does not dare to see the Buddha listed in this temple in the light and does not dare to enter the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the old man is naturally reluctant to be reluctant, but the old man has done his ...... of etiquette."

Li Ershao smiled: "Then thank the old monk for his kindness!"

The Phantom Dragon Monk said slowly: "The old man is the most respected Shaolin elder, and he accompanies the little donor into the palace to wait for the grudge to be resolved, and the little donor actually suspects that the old man has a conspiracy, so is he afraid of the old man?"

Li Ershao thought about it, he really has some conspiracy, now there is a Tai Chi master in my hands, the phantom dragon monk throws a mouse trap, what else can he do with me? Is I really afraid that he will not succeed? Thinking of this, a sense of pride was stimulated again, and he shouted inviolably and inviolably: "Master, then you will take my palm and try ......" As soon as the word "try" came out, Li Ershao held the hundred-year-old power of the Qiankun holy water in his palms, and suddenly pushed out to the phantom monk with ten out of ten.

The distance between the two sides was only about seven feet, and the power of this sudden attack that left no room for room could be imagined, and a strong and powerful strange qi immediately flew out with overwhelming momentum, and rolled towards the phantom dragon's chest.

The face of the phantom dragon monk changed suddenly, and he couldn't imagine that his patience was in exchange for his Li Xia's sudden attack. In this hurry, a generation of monks has no time to think about the reason, because the right hand holds the green jade Buddha staff, so he has to clench his fist with his left hand, and smash it out against the attacking palm wind, which is the hundred-step divine fist in Shaolin's mastery.

At the same time, the three elders of the Dharma Academy and the second son of Shaolin on the side, when they saw him Li Xia suddenly shot at the Phantom Dragon monk, they couldn't help but panic, and exclaimed in unison, and in the exclamation of the five monks, there was an earth-shattering loud noise in the field.

The old monk's face turned red, and his heart was shocked. You must know that the Hundred Steps Divine Fist is one of the Shaolin Immortal Arts, plus the Phantom Dragon Monk's hundred and ten years of cultivation, he can't stop this arrogant young man from raising his hand, this is called the Central Plains Demon is really extraordinary, for it, he can't be underestimated, but why does he have so much hatred in his heart? What does he want?