A group of traders are arguing and chattering here, but Su Zhe below has already defeated a group of angry warrior monks.

"Get out of the way quickly, I'm just going to your Scripture Pavilion to borrow martial arts, the number one sect in the world, and I'm still afraid of my junior?" Su Zhe raised his sword and ran wildly all the way, and anyone who dared to resist his advance was slashed away by his sword!

A group of traders followed him mightily, through many important places in the Shaolin Temple, and went straight to the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"I heard that there is a Shaolin Temple's mastery of the "Seventy-two Stunts" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and my sword god Su Zhe will come to learn it today!"

Su Zhe is high-spirited and high-spirited!

The first seat of the Bodhi Academy was defeated in his hands, and the small Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was not taken into his eyes.

But the truth was the opposite of what he expected, and his way forward was blocked by an old monk wearing a gray monk's robe.

"Young people, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important place in this temple, and those who are not in this temple are not allowed to enter."

Su Zhe looked at the old monk in front of him suspiciously, a little unaware of what medicine he was selling in his gourd, he didn't expect that he would break Huikong's flower finger with a sword, and there would be someone in this Shaolin Temple who dared to stop him.

"Who are you?"

"The old monk is just an ordinary sweeping monk."

"Sweeper?" Su Zhe saw that his body was thin and his standing posture was loose, and he didn't look like he had any martial arts, and said: "Whether you are a real sweeping monk or a fake sweeping monk, this Tibetan scripture pavilion, today I Su Zhe has made a decision!" ”

The old monk stood at the entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, motionless, not afraid, with a pair of eyes, looking at Su Zhe, without the slightest dodge and movement.

"Look for death!" Su Zhe didn't want to be long-winded, so he immediately slashed away with a sword.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way......"

When a group of warrior monks saw this scene, they shouted.

But the old monk is like a wooden stake, rooted under his feet, and the pestle is in place.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to the old monk's chest, Su Zhe's heart was also full of thoughts, could it be that it was really just a bluff, and it was in vain?

But no matter what the situation, he can no longer scruple about it.

As long as you kill this stinky monk in front of you, you can enter this Hidden Scripture Pavilion, which is known as the first treasure house of martial arts.

Thinking of this, the dragon sword stabbed out in his hand was a little faster.

……

"It's over, this guy is so good now, when he enters the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and learns Shaolin, then he can't turn the sky upside down?"

"Legend has it that the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion has seventy-two rare secret skills, and Master Xuan Miao is only proficient in eight of them."

"I have looked through a lot of information in Shaolin Temple, which records that Shaolin Temple has been built for hundreds of years, and no one has ever practiced these seventy-two stunts, only one Tianzhong talent, one person has one of the nineteen stunts, known as the nineteen stunts."

"If this monk is here, he will definitely be able to stop this Su Zhe, who doesn't know the height of the sky."

Just when everyone thought that the overall situation had been decided, and other follow-up matters were already in full swing, a gray figure suddenly flashed on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

At the distance between the tip of Su Zhe's sword and the old monk's chest and the index finger, he saved the old monk's life.

"Want to run?" The corners of Su Zhe's mouth hooked a trace of arc, he had long expected that things would not be so simple, and the dragon sword in his hand turned a strange corner, chasing towards the gray figure.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

A cold shout rang out in everyone's ears, and then they saw the gray figure use a sword, the speed of the sword was so fast that they couldn't see it clearly, they could only see a remnant of the image slashing through the air.

Immediately after the sound of "ding", the dragon sword in Su Zhe's hand was first swung out of direction, and then he saw a blood donation shoot into the air.

It was blood that shot out of Su Zhe's throat......

"How could it be...... No, it's impossible to ......" Su Zhe staggered, reached out to cover his throat, looked at the blood stains on his hands, his eyes widened, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

"Who is this!"

"What's going on? How did the sword god Su Zhe fall? ”

"Who is it? Who could actually kill Su Zhe! ”

Everyone looked at Han Ping'er, who was standing on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, wearing a gray monk's robe and holding a Kunlun sword, with a look of disbelief.

No one would have thought that Su Zhe, who was arrogant and domineering just now, had already fallen in a pool of blood, and it would be the unattractive little monk in front of him who killed him.

Su Zhe's investors also screamed, and the spirit body turned into nothingness and was cleared out of this world.

"Eighth Master, are you alright?" Han Ping'er hugged the old monk and asked with concern.

Although the old monk did not have any martial arts, he got along with him day and night in the past five years, and taught himself how to behave and deal with things from time to time.

"It's okay, Ping'er, you, do you know martial arts?" The old monk said.

Han Ping'er's face was light and light, and he said, "A little bit." ”

"Win, win!"

"Haha, what a bullshit sword god, I think it's just Yelang arrogant, in vain!"

The warrior monks of the Dharma Hall, the Precept Yuan, and the Bodhi Academy cheered loudly, and the eyes that looked at Han Ping'er were filled with endless enthusiasm and worship.

"Who is this? Why are you so violent! Diao Yaoji looked at Han Ping'er, who was not far away, and sighed.

"Sure enough, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, one second he was a young talent, a star of hope, and the next second, he was a dead man! But if I can invest in this person, I can wake up with a smile in my dreams! Mo Wu said.

"Try to invest, don't you know who it is? Stupid, let me do it! Kahon Jongdo.

"No need, didn't you want to see Han Ping'er invested by me and Hu Batong before?" Mo Xiaobai pointed to the back of Han Ping'er, who was walking back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and said, "No, that's not it!" ”

“……”

A long silence was followed by a burst of foul language.

"it!"

"Awesome, Brother Mo is awesome, Brother Hu is awesome!"

"Mom, I jumped directly to the tenth place in the gold list, and I won the hemp!"

Diao Yaoji, Mo Wuji and Ka Hongzhong, the three brothers, incarnated as Mo Xiaobai's fan brother for the first time, and settled their previous leading figures, and chose to follow Han Ping'er without hesitation......

With Su Zhe's death, the farce of the sword god challenging the first sect in the world soon came to an end.

Shaolin Temple returned to the tranquility of the past, although many people also stayed to continue to assess and observe Han Ping'er, but since that shocking sword, Han Ping'er has returned to his original life, chanting and sweeping the floor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day, and the days are not alarmed.

This also made a large number of traders who originally had hopes for him extremely disappointed, they thought that although this person was good at martial arts and had unfathomable strength, he was too low-key Buddhist and had no intention of doing anything in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, there are less than ten years left before the end of the assessment time of the Heroes Club, and if you rashly give up your original lead and follow-up investment, and instead follow the investment of a person who has achieved good results, the income value may not be cost-effective.

The current tenth position on the gold list is the upper limit of this person.

This is the final conclusion given to Han Ping'er by all traders after several discussions.