"What conditions?" asked the old monk.

Murong Fu smiled weirdly, "I haven't thought about it yet, but when I think about it, I will naturally tell you." ”

The old monk frowned slightly, and Murong Fu added, "Anyway, I won't let you do anything to endanger Shaolin Temple." ”

The old monk pondered for a long time, "It can't be something that endangers the people in the world." ”

"Okay!" Murong Fu immediately agreed, thinking in his heart, anyway, I will let you save the people in the world.

He had some guesses about the identity of the old monk, but he was not very sure, in addition, why the old monk wanted to protect Xiao Yuanshan like this, but he was puzzled, if he said that the monks were compassionate, he didn't believe it.

The old monk nodded, "Donor, please make a move." ”

"Then the junior is welcome!" Murong Fu chuckled, his face suddenly became serious, his hands slammed into one place, the strong wind suddenly rose, and countless scriptures in the attic were blown away, flying all over the sky.

The rest of the crowd couldn't help but take a few steps back and get out of the way.

Only the old monk stood still, not moving, not only that, but even the sleeves and hair on his body did not move a minute.

Suddenly, Murong Fu turned his palm into a claw, and the claw shadows swarmed out from the sky, and in an instant, the range of a few zhang radius was submerged, and a small half of the space in the attic seemed to have become eerie.

Seeing such a mighty situation, Xiao Feng's father and son, Murong Bo and the others took a few steps back, while Xuan Cheng and the others kept waving their sleeves, trying to sweep those scriptures elsewhere to avoid being destroyed, but no matter how hard the two of them worked, it was always difficult to make contributions.

The old monk finally moved, only to see him press lightly with both hands, and those scrolls that were rolled up immediately fell and landed safely, and then the strong wind swept out with the surrounding bookshelves, freeing up a space of six or seven zhang in radius.

As for those extremely powerful claw shadows, when they reached a few feet in front of him, they "poofed" and automatically shattered and disappeared, as if a transparent barrier had stepped in front of him.

Murong Fu touched the ground on his toes, and his figure suddenly swept out, his hands half-clenched into claws, and grabbed the old monk's throat and chest.

The old monk's demeanor was calm, his left hand was raised, and his right hand was swaying lightly, which seemed to be extremely slow, but it was just right to block Murong Fu's killing moves.

Murong Fu flipped his right hand, from the bottom up, and with a shake of his left hand, he grabbed it from left to right.

The old monk's elbows sank slightly, and his hands were closed up and down, just right.

The speed of the two of them was not fast, but there was an indescribable rhythm in it, and a strange fluctuation slowly dispersed, and the surrounding claw shadows had disappeared.

"This ......" Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Feng were both surprised, the martial arts of these two people in front of them reached the peak, looking at the entire martial arts, I am afraid that they are all among the best characters,

I thought that the fight between the two must be earth-shattering and terrifying, but I didn't expect that there was no movement, and there was a feeling of thunder and rain.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu seemed to see what the two of them were thinking, Xiao Yuanshan said with a solemn expression, "Feng'er, do you think the wind is calm, but that's it?"

Xiao Feng's face was slightly red, but he really couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "The child also knows that it will not be easy for the two of them to fight, and he knows that there is a difference, but he can't see what is not simple, why does Daddy know why this is so?"

Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and said meaningfully, "The martial arts of these two people have reached a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to reach in their lifetime. ”

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Li Mochou, and Li Mochou understood, "Look at the books scattered around the master." ”

Zhou Zhiruo looked intently, and saw that there were many pages and scrolls scattered around the two, and she was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the two of them were entangled with strength, but they were calm and calm, and the warp scrolls did not move at all.

"Shizun once said," Li Mochou said lightly, "The road is simple, movement is quiet, and stillness is movement." ”

"Miss Li is right," Murong Bo nodded, and said with emotion, "The highest level of martial arts is to forget all tricks and put aside all forms, but how difficult it is to do this." ”

"You see the two of them fighting, the tricks are mediocre, no waves, in fact, in each move, the number of martial arts paths contained in the world is unknown, almost a fusion of all the tricks in the world, one palm is a thousand palms, one finger is a thousand swords. ”

Xuan Cheng also sighed, "Don't look at the space around them without wind and waves, but at this moment, even if a mosquito flies around them, it will be twisted into pieces." I didn't expect that the master's martial arts cultivation had reached such a realm, and the little monk was not as good as him, far from it. ”

The people in the attic, except for Zhou Zhiruo, are all people with extremely high martial arts attainments, although they can't see the secrets of the two of them's martial arts, but they can also get a glimpse of one or two, for a while, they are all enlightened.

While a few people were talking, Murong Fu and the sweeping monk fought more than a hundred moves, and their feet never left the same place, even their body shape, they were impartial, standing opposite each other, and their movements seemed to be slow, but in fact, only the two of them knew that they had fought no less than a thousand moves.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept past Murong Fu's side, picked up a few strands of hair, broke out of thin air, and slowly fell.

The sweeping monk's eyes lit up slightly, and he sighed softly, "Donor, you are moved, and you are defeated." ”

"Not necessarily. Murong Fu said in a deep voice, and his palms slammed out, this time, there was no bells and whistles, and there was no fusion of tricks, there was just a majestic internal force, obviously, he wanted to win with strength.

"Don't!" The sweeping monk's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly called, if the two of them fought with internal strength, it would definitely be a shock, and the small attic couldn't bear it at all, but Murong Fu's palms were already in front of him, if he didn't resist, he was afraid that he would die instantly, so he had no choice but to fight back with his palms.

Sure enough, I only heard a loud "bang", and the four palms met, and an unrivaled force rolled and swept out in all directions, and everywhere I passed, everything turned into dust.

"Scripture!" Fang Zheng exclaimed, wanting to come forward to rescue, but was grabbed by Xuan Cheng, turned around and jumped out of the attic.

And Murong Bo and the others were not slow, and they had disappeared into the attic in a blink of an eye, but Xiao Feng glanced at the sweeping monk with some concern, drove Xiao Yuanshan, stomped his feet suddenly, and his body rose from the ground and broke through the roof of the attic.

"Boom ......Boom" A loud and earth-shattering sound came out, and a few people just jumped out of the attic, and the Scripture Pavilion immediately began to collapse, with smoke and dust everywhere, and debris flying everywhere.

"What's going on!" the crowd was taken aback and looked up.

When the Shaolin monks saw this scene, their hearts were shaken, several elders rolled their eyes and fainted, and even the body of the abbot of Xuanci staggered and almost fell.

Xuzhu hurriedly held him up, "Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

"Scripture Pavilion, Scripture Pavilion......" Abbot Xuan Ci kept muttering.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the most important place in the Shaolin Temple, and for hundreds of years, it has experienced countless fires, military disasters, and man-made disasters, but it has always stood tall, because everyone knows that as long as the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is still there, the Shaolin Temple has always been.

Now that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has collapsed, the blow to the Shaolin monks is so great that you can imagine it.

"Oops, something happened to the son!" As soon as the Murong family sat down, everyone's faces changed greatly, and they rushed towards the direction where the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was located without thinking.

The heroes didn't expect such a thing to happen, they couldn't help but be curious, and they ran towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, they also had an idea in their hearts, if they could take advantage of the chaos to catch a few Shaolin stunts, or martial arts collections, wouldn't it be a good thing for pie in the sky.

As the saying goes, the law does not blame the public, although the Shaolin Temple is powerful, but so many people snatched the scriptures together, and the Shaolin Temple could only break their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs afterwards.

A group of young ** monks have long been six gods and have no masters, and they haven't reacted at all, and even if they react, so many people, they can't stop it.

"Hey, Qingshu, what are you doing?" Yu Lianzhou suddenly grabbed Song Qingshu's arm and asked.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, but saw that several uncles were sitting with old gods, and even the seventh uncle, who had always been anxious for justice and righteousness, was indifferent, and couldn't help but be a little strange, "Go and see what's going on?"

"Sit down. Yu Lianzhou's face sank, and he whispered.

Song Qingshu was puzzled, and Zhang Songxi explained in a low voice, "The people of Shaolin Temple always say that your master is a traitor to Shaolin, and the martial arts of the Wudang faction are also passed on from Shaolin Temple. ”

Song Qingshu suddenly understood, and hurriedly sat back in place.

After a long time, on a huge square, only the two factions of Wudang and Quanzhen remained, and the people of the rest of the factions all rushed to the location of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Qiu Zhangjiao, Wudang everyone, thank you here. Xuan Ci came to his senses, saluted the people of the two factions, and said, "The matter is urgent, and the old man is out of company first." ”

Xuan Ci is worthy of being an abbot for many years, and when he went to one of the Shaolin monks, everyone was settled, and then Xuan Ci quickly issued instructions one by one.

Not far from Your Excellency, Jing Xuan happened to catch Zhou Zhiruo, who was in a mess, "Senior sister, what's going on inside, how can it be ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Zhiruo, "Senior Sister Jingxuan, I still have to go in to save people, if I don't come back, you will be the new head of Emei." ”

"Senior sister...... Jing Xuan was shocked and wanted to say something, but Zhou Zhiruo's figure had disappeared.

Xiao Zhao, Shuang'er, Tingfeng and other girls also flew up and jumped to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, but at this time, the Scripture Pavilion had already been wrapped in smoke and dust, rubble and wood, and it was impossible to see the situation clearly.

"Childe ......"

"Murong Gongzi ......"

What everyone didn't know was that at this moment, Murong Fu and the sweeping monk were still maintaining the appearance of four palms in touch, but the surrounding energy was entangled, colliding fiercely, faintly forming a balance, and the rolling wood and boulders that fell down were bounced away one after another.

"Donor, you have worked hard to cause half of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to be destroyed, which can be described as a great sin. The sweeping monk's slightly hurried voice sounded, and his tone was mixed with a little anger and sorrow.

"So what," Murong Fu sneered, "Shaolin Temple is known as the leader of the righteous path of martial arts, but it has been a little comfortable over the years, only knowing how to compete for fame and fortune, calculating, and ignoring the sufferings of the common people, I think it's time to abdicate and make way for Xian, and destroy the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which can also make them calm down." ”

"Could it be that what the donor has done is for the common people of the world?" A trace of coldness suddenly flashed in the eyes of the sweeping monk, "It's just his own selfishness, and the emperor wants to dominate the industry." ”

While the two were talking, the rubble kept falling, except for the place where the two were standing, the other places had been filled with stones, earth and wood, and if they continued to stalemate, they were afraid that the two would also be buried.

"You're not easy. Murong Fu smiled faintly, "The world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time, if you want to save the people, the only way is to let the world be unified, and my son doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with me." ”