Shaolin.

Since ancient times, it has been a famous mountain treasure temple, which has been inherited for thousands of years, and the incense is endless.

If it weren't for the fact that the Ming Dynasty was established by relying on the divine power of Wudang Zhang Zhenren, the Ming Dynasty was in Wudang, and those Qing cultivators on the mountain alone would never be able to compete with the Shaolin who opened the door widely.

In fact, there are also public opinions in the rivers and lakes!

Wudang can not be offended, but the benefits are too great, and if he is offended, he will be offended, and if he hides in the deep mountains and old forests, the Taoist priests on the mountain will not spend so much time searching.

But Shaolin, it is better to break your teeth than to swallow it in your stomach than to offend! Beat a bunch of fellow doors, then elders, a bunch of elders, and finally call on the whole rivers and lakes to subdue demons!

There are thousands of warrior monks on the mountain, and lay disciples under the mountain are all over the rivers and lakes, and they are truly a hundred responses! No, it's a thousand responses, a thousand responses!

If it weren't for the estimation of the encirclement and suppression of the imperial army, Shaolin would have dominated the rivers and lakes a long time ago.

Rao is like this, it is definitely the number one well-known strength, not to mention that there is a Northern Shaolin in the Eastern Song Kingdom, and the strength is still above the Ming Shaolin.

If the two are united, even the imperial court will have to retreat!

Clang!

The melodious sound of bells echoes in the temple.

In the main hall, Master Tianhu clasped his palms together and participated in meditation in front of the Buddha.

"Senior brother in charge, this Wudang incident, should we take advantage of the trend to push another wave? Let more people in the rivers and lakes know the true face of this Wudang fake! The first seat of Tianfeng made a suggestion.

In the rivers and lakes, Shaolin has many disciples, and it is difficult to control it all, and there will always be so many scum! Then it was 'unintentionally' spread to the rivers and lakes.

So the reputation has never been too good, although it is the right way, but it is more of a feeling of acting domineering.

Wudang, a group of bulls are cultivating in the mountains, no matter what they do, they don't do anything, there are few people, coupled with the promotion of the imperial court, they have always enjoyed a clear reputation in the rivers and lakes, which can occupy the moral high ground and compete in the case of only one-tenth of the number of Shaolin.

"Good, good! Be forgiving and forgiving! ”

Master Tianhu shook his head and turned his back.

Tianfeng has a hot temperament, but the overall situation is still insufficient!

Wudang and Shaolin are opposites, but this does not mean that if Wudang is suppressed, Shaolin will be able to raise its eyebrows!

In the Ming Dynasty, the strongest force is still the imperial court!

The limelight of Wudang is weakened, which will only force the imperial court to make external moves and suppress Shaolin from other aspects.

Do more and do more wrong!

It's not good not to do it!

Amitabha!

Outer Courtyard.

"Brother Dongfang is really extraordinary, and he has made a big move again." The white-clothed monk looked into the distance with a smile, but in the depths of his eyes was endless cold.

The name of the Seven Wonderful Monks has been at the top of the rookie list for seven years, and the effort behind this is beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

If it weren't for Dongfang Yi's birth, he would have been able to search for good reputation and carry the general trend to counter Shaolin.

After understanding the matter of Xia Ke Island, he forced Wuxiang to give up the position of abbot!

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven!

……

Huashan!

Zheng!

Sitting on the Forgotten Peak, wearing a green robe and independent mountain top.

"Uncle Fengshi!"

The wind-chasing sword, which claims to be in retreat for ten years, has gone straight to the highest peak.

"What?"

"Mr. Xie of Divine Sword Villa was taken down by the leader of the Changle Gang." Feng Buping briefly explained the matter.

Shenjian Villa is very famous in the rivers and lakes, relying on the sword god Xie Xiaofeng, chasing Wudang and Shaolin.

But its root is from the Huashan Sword Sect.

Its founder, Xie Tian, was once a master of the Huashan Sword Sect.

In the debut battle of the third young master Xie Xiaofeng, the defeated Huashan Youlong swordsman Hua Shaokun is also a member of the Sword Sect, and he is also the uncle of the third young master!

Therefore, the relationship between Shenjian Villa and Huashan Sword Sect is very close!

In recent years, due to the retreat of the third young master Xie Xiaofeng, there is no successor to the Divine Sword Villa, although the influence is there, but the power is much worse than before!

Mr. Xie is already a master of the number in the villa, so he can walk outside.

"Rubbish! It's really a shame for the Excalibur Villa! The old man in the green robe shouted angrily.

"Uncle Shi was angry, although Mr. Xie's behavior was inappropriate, but it did not cause great harm. Not to mention that this Changle Gang hurt people, and took people down without authorization, which is too domineering. "It's not fair.

"I see."

The old man in the green robe closed his eyes.

Feng Buping was helpless, and he hugged his fists and retreated.

……

Junshan, the helmsman of the beggar gang.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

Hong Qi squatted on the horse, drew circles with his left hand, and pushed out his right palm flat.

Thundered!

The tree six feet away trembled, and its leaves fell.

"Ahem!"

The sick man on the side coughed and explained: "This Kanglong has regret is the first form of the eighteen palms of the dragon, and the emphasis is on the word repentance!" The dragon is the dragon's extreme! Kang Long has regrets, it is worth it that Long Fei regrets being too high! Therefore, when the palm is released, only seven points can be scored by ten points, and three points must be left to maneuver. ”

"But you can't break through the tree with ten points of force, how can you do it with seven points of force?" Hong Qi asked.

The boxing method he has been practicing is to pay attention to opening and closing, and go all out!

Smash the opponent with heavy punches!

To put it bluntly, it's the outer door kung fu.

"Although the strength is very strong, how can you break the enemy if you are scattered but not condensed?! This eighteen palms of the dragon descending is an immortal masterpiece, which can exercise internal strength from the outside to the inside and make it condensed. If it weren't for the fact that the beggars are down now, and there is really no master who can do it, I can't make an exception to teach you this palm technique! ”

"Your talent for palm skills is still good! As long as he cares carefully, he will be able to integrate the fifteen palms one day, and when the time comes, he can go to the north and learn the remaining three palms! ”

"Those three palms are the essence of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending." The sick man said, coughing violently: "I can't do it, the beggar gang doesn't have a top-notch leader, and it can't hold down the field!" Changle is a big gang, you have to ...... as soon as possible ...... as soon as possible"

This person is the director of the beggar gang!

"Yes, helper!" Hong Qi responded.

Nanquan Hongqi has already joined the beggar gang at this moment and served as an elder of Chuangong. In the gang, he is older than Nangong Ling, the elder of the stick, ranking seventh.

Boom, boom, boom!

Hong Qi's eyes surged with battle intent, and he shot out with a palm.

……

Wansong Villa.

Moonlit night, starry.

Dressed in blue, standing with eaves.

"Helper! The spies returned, and the real person of Lizhen Guantian had already gone down the mountain! It will be rushed to Huangshan Mansion in a few days. Ding Peng clenched his fists.

Tianyi Zhenren is a big man who really stands at the pinnacle of the rivers and lakes!

Even if he has a meteor outside the sky, he thinks that he has to be promoted to the first class before he dares to face his baby.

Right now...... But it's far from that!

"Hmm."

Dongfang Yi responded, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and raised his long sword: "Fight." ”

"Helper?" Ding Peng was puzzled.

"I am already familiar with the mystery of the meteor outside the sky, but when I actually use it, I still have a little bit of charm."

"The subordinates will never dare to deceive the gang leader!" Ding Peng said busily.

Dongfang Yi didn't bother to explain, and said lightly: "Let's take out the sword!" ”

"That subordinate is offended!"

Ding Peng took a deep breath, and then he tightened his grip on the green steel sword.

The sword is like a meteor, coming from the sky!

Unfathomable, untraceable!

And unbeatable speed!

Hurry, almost to the extreme!

Even if he knew that it was fast, Dongfang Yi still couldn't react in the face of this sword!