About a stick of incense, in front of the back kitchen in the backyard of Shaolin, under the instructions of Lin Ying, Khan Tartar took a group of servants to put vegetarian food into the back kitchen in an orderly manner.

She is not wavering in the ancient well, her face is like ice jade, there is light, her eyes are cut autumn water, and she is full of water, as if she is independent from the world.

The fingers of his right hand were suddenly cocked inadvertently, and the mirror-like realm was disturbed by the qi coming from behind.

Lin Ying sensed that there was some heresy, and even an auspicious white cloud above his head was replaced.

"Has the sky changed?" Sweat Tartar carried a bag of vegetarian vegetables and walked to Lin Ying's side, the well-defined muscles on his arms bulging, showing the majestic posture of a man.

Even Lin Ying couldn't help but flush secretly when she saw his burly figure, she deliberately cleared her throat, "No, I'm afraid that the temple has changed!"

At the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, a middle-aged man in red armor had a pitch-black lance beside him, his body was eight feet away, his beard was scattered, and he had a horse face that gave people a sense of despair except for his eyes, but if he looked directly at his eyes, he could see the majesty of the whip!

"Mountaineering!" he moved suddenly, the scales on his heavy armor collided with each other, and he dreamed back to Baili Sai with a solemn voice.

Looking at the hanging temple above his head, the red-armored man pulled out his lance and stepped into the climbing steps, the red-robed robe behind him was especially better than a thousand troops, turning into a fierce horse, and the people behind him were also like him, moving forward!

After a stick of incense, Juehui's head is big, and he is now in a dilemma.

Senior Brother Juexin hurried out after handing over the affairs of the main hall to himself, and just outside the main hall, the old man with white hair and thick eyebrows in a white robe blocked the temple door.

His master, Yuan Xuan, with a group of warrior monks, suddenly appeared, blocked the gate of Shaolin Temple, and surrounded the main hall.

Together with Juehui and everyone in the hall, almost all of them froze.

Almost all the warrior monks of Shaolin surrounded Yuan Xuan, and there were nearly five hundred people!

"Master, what are you doing?" Jue Hui calmed the complaining crowd in the hall a little, and asked Yuan Xuan as a Shaolin disciple present.

Yuan Xuan's white eyebrows raised slightly, and he coughed a few times first, "Ahem, ahem, Juehui, if you still recognize me as a master, come to me!"

"Yes. The little monk has always been obedient to the master, without a little hesitation, he showed his light skills, and crossed everyone in a few steps to Yuan Xuan's side.

"Master, didn't you say you were going to meet with someone, why are you still in the temple?"

Yuan Xuan didn't answer, turned his head and ordered his subordinate monks, "No one in the hall will be left behind today!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was disgraced, and some people even trembled and fled if they wanted to pull their legs.

"Uncle Shi, what are you talking nonsense?" the monk in the hall thought it was a joke and hurriedly asked.

"Master......" Jue Hui whispered to the old man beside him, what kind of words did the teacher he had always believed in said.

A group of warrior monks led by Yuan Xuan, all of them had black skin and bad faces, their hands holding the martial sticks were protruding, the sticks were cocked, their arms were shaken, and they marched forward in formation, as if they were mighty enough to break the enemy.

This aggressive formation startled the forest birds around the week, regardless of the yin in the sky, spread their wings and fly.

The frightened bird especially fled by itself, not to mention the people?

"Run, run!"

I don't know who roared inside, and the crowd with the front foot next to the back foot began to scatter and flee, facing the unknown danger, survival is the only thought.

"Surround them!

Seeing that the scene was out of control, the warrior monk turned the wooden stick in his hand horizontally, his wrist and arm stretched, and surrounded a stick wall under the signal of Yuan Xuan.

The people who poured out of the hall were like water in a broken embankment, which leaked out and could not be contained.

Those people were at a loss in their eyes, with a thought in their heads, and rushed out with this life in their hands.

Even if you go to the copper wall, there will be a day when the water drops and stones wear it, let alone a human wall.

"Uncle Shi, you can't just like that, this stick can't trap them!" a warrior monk grinned and used all his brute strength, leaving some claw marks and footprints on his body.

The croaning blue-feathered black-backed bird hovered over the demonic wind-ravaged room, spreading its wings but staying for a long time, cooing and muttering, low and monotonous.

Before it, several birds had swooped down the mountain, scattering their own way.

It is the only one who intends to flap its wings and fly away, but does not want to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

"Uncle Shi!"

Yuan Xuan stood in place, his white eyebrows covering all his expressions.

"Since the master doesn't do it, Li can do it for him. ”

The wind is coming, the cold lance comes out, the whistling is just like the roar of a lion, and the momentum is like a tiger out of the forest.

A long lance was thrown, and the cold mangs arrived first, unstoppable, and plunged straight into an ordinary person who was baring his teeth and grabbing sticks.

The tip of the lance pierced through his chest, leaving a hole like a hole, and suddenly a person breathed, and a hundred voices were finished.

The bloody hole in the man's chest continued to spew scarlet, and the tearing sensation squeezed through the last vestiges of his brain, and in an instant, he fell to the ground with the sound of a lance falling to the ground, dead and dead.

Dead silence, even the warrior monk with a stick shuddered when he saw the person who fell in front of him, and Yuan Xuan's thick white eyebrows trembled.

When was there another group of people after Yuan Xuan?

The red scale armor swiped layer by layer, breaking the dead silence with a deep sound,

The leader was the red-armored general at the foot of the mountain, followed by nearly a hundred heavily armored soldiers. He threw the lance as well.

He was wearing red iron leaf scale armor, a silver light heart guard on his chest, a golden tiger head belt around his waist, and a green jade pendant.

"You!" Yuan Xuan turned to look at the Red Armor General, his body trembling slightly, as if he was breathing fire out of his mouth.

Juehui's eyes widened even more, this person knew himself, General Yunlu - Li Qinguo.

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