After hearing this, Long Xiaotian, who was on the side, unconsciously felt some admiration for this monk named Yizhen, but he couldn't bear to see him lose his life because of this.

So he hurriedly stepped forward and said to the monk Yizhen: "Yizhen, you do not hesitate to take risks for the reputation of Shaolin Temple, and I sincerely admire the spirit of being willing to fight." But I can't bear to see you lose your life at such a young age, so I advise you to listen to your master and not fight them. ”

Monk Yizhen nodded slightly, but the expression on his face was still so serious, and said: "Donor, I understand your kindness, I was born in Shaolin since I was a child, and I grew up in Shaolin, whether I live or die, I have to fight for the honor of Shaolin." ”

After saying this, he picked up a wooden stick and played it a few times in his hand, and then pointed at Mo Heren in front of him with the stick and said: "Barbarian thief, I will use the Dharma stick of Shaolin Temple to meet you, make a move!"

Mo Heren also felt great admiration for the courage of the monk Yizhen, so he said to him: "I can't imagine that there is a brave monk like you in Shaolin Temple, which is really admirable." But fists and feet have no eyes, if I intentionally want to save your life and let the water fight you, you will definitely not be willing, even if you win, it will be dishonorable. It's too unfair to fight you with my junior brother, so I'll fight you alone in this battle, and if you can win me, I'll leave Shaolin with my junior brother. ”

"Well, I hope you keep your word. ”

"Of course, let's make a move!"

As soon as Mo Heren's words fell, he saw that the Yizhen monk made a move to sweep thousands of troops towards him, and then there was a move to beat the dog, and the spark flying butterfly was easily resolved by Mo Heren, but the strange thing is that although Mo Heren was able to easily resolve the moves of the Yizhen monk, he found that the moves behind him became more and more strange, almost a move that Mo Heren had never seen before, and it was more flexible and changeable than the ordinary Dharma stick method.

After dismantling the twenty moves, Mo Heren said in his heart: "My martial arts come from Shaolin in the Western Regions, and I should know everything about the Dharma stick method, but I have never seen the Dharma stick method used by this kid, although the routine is the same as the general Dharma stick method, but the moves are very peculiar, not sticking to the traditional routine, it is really not easy to deal with!"

Just when he was thinking about how to take the next move of the true monk, the real monk in front of him suddenly seemed to become two people, he wiped his eyes and took a closer look at the fact that there were indeed two identical people dancing with long sticks, when he hit one of them with the nine-section whip in his hand, the other hit him in the back with a wooden stick, and when he turned around and pumped to the one behind him who hit him on the back with a wooden stick, his chest suddenly hit the other party and fell to the ground, this unexpected result made the master of Kongming who was watching from the side stunned。

At this time, the monk retracted his move and said: "Amitabha, the donor just said that as long as I can defeat you, you will leave Shaolin with your junior brother, since I won this competition, I hope you can keep your promise and leave Shaolin with your junior brother!"

However, the cunning Mo Heren used the strange tricks of the monk Yizhen to find a reason to stay in Shaolin, he stood up and patted the dust on his body and said: "What if you just used the Dharma stick method at all, even if you win me? It is you who just said that you want to use the Dharma stick method against me, but you use those sideways kung fu, which is not fair at all." ”

At this time, the monk explained: "The little monk just used the Dharma stick method, but he didn't want to stick to the routines and traditional moves and play at will, and he created a new way of playing, which has nothing to do with the left side of the door." As the saying goes, I am willing to gamble and lose, and I believe in my words, since the little monk has won over the donor, please ask the donor and your junior brother to leave the Shaolin Temple!"

At this time, Sage helped his senior brother Mo Heren argue: "You bald donkey donkey donkey don't want to quibble, our martial arts are also from the Shaolin Temple, how can we not know the Dharma stick method, don't think that our senior brothers can't see your side door and left way kung fu, if you want us to leave, use your side door left way kung fu to beat the two of us at the same time!"

Before Monk Yizhen and the brothers standing around him had time to theorize, Mo Heren and Sage had already drawn out the nine-section whip and the meteor whip to fight with him, and in desperation, Monk Yizhen had no choice but to use the improved Dharma stick method he had just used to fight back, and once again conjured two identical figures in front of his opponent.

However, after all, Mo Heren and Sage have more than thirty years of kung fu foundation, and it is easy to join forces to deal with the ethereal figure that Yizhen Monk conjures up, and when the two joined forces, they easily knocked Yizhen Monk to the ground with only four moves.

When Monk Yizhen just got up from the ground, he didn't expect those two guys to use a trick to kill Monk Yizhen.

I saw that Sage suddenly flashed to Mo Heren's back, and used his hands to infuse the cold internal force in his body into his senior brother Mo Heren's body, Mo Heren raised his hands above his head at this time, and then breathed down into the dantian, and his hands closed up and down into a ball of spherical gas, and after a while, a ball of white gas condensed between his hands, and then the two hands kept rotating in the opposite direction, and finally pushed the ball of white gas out and shouted: "Cold Ice Divine Palm"

At the moment when Mo Heren shot out the Ice Divine Palm, Long Xiaotian just ignored his life at this time and stood in front of Monk Yizhen and took this palm for Monk Yizhen.

"Donor, you ......"

At the moment when Long Xiaotian was slapped behind him, a mouthful of bright red blood instantly spit out from his mouth, his face and limbs immediately turned pale, and his body became colder and colder.

"Big Brother Dragon, Big Brother Dragon"

Wu Min rushed to Long Xiaotian desperately at this time, and her face couldn't help but shed a lot of tears inadvertently, she kept shaking Long Xiaotian's body and shouting.

"Brother Long, wake up!

Monk Yizhen said softly on the side: "Donor, I am not related to you, so why do you want to save me desperately." ”

However, at this time, an old monk with a long white beard and longevity eyebrows in a robe flew out of the meditation room, and he was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Huineng. When he flew to Long Xiaotian's side, he immediately clicked on a few acupoints on Long Xiaotian's chest to prevent the cold qi from spreading, and injected a few more true qi into his body.

At this time, Mo Heren laughed and said, "Huineng, you finally appeared, I knew that if you didn't use this trick, you wouldn't show up." ”

"Who are you, and why did you come to my Shaolin Temple to spread wild?"

Mo Heren introduced himself at this time and said, "My name is Mo Heren. After the introduction, he pointed to his junior brother and said: "He is my junior brother Sages, our ancestor is your senior brother Huiming, and the purpose of our coming here is to seek justice for my grandfather." ”

Abbot Huineng stood up at this time and said to Mo Heren: "It turns out that you used the Cold Ice Divine Palm to sneak attack my apprentice grandson, just to lure the old man to appear!"

"That's right, the dignified abbot of Shaolin Temple is willing to hide in the meditation room as a shrinking turtle, so he has to use the life of your apprentice to force you to appear, you have now entered half of the internal force in Long Xiaotian's body, how can you fight with us." ”

After hearing Mo Heren's words, Abbot Huineng suddenly realized, so he said: "It turns out that your purpose is to ask me to lose half of my internal strength, and then take the opportunity to kill me, you two are really vicious, are these all taught to you by your ancestor Master Huiming?"

When talking about the two of them's ancestor Huiming, Sage suddenly became angry in his heart, so he said angrily: "Bah, you still have the face to mention my grandfather, if you hadn't framed and secretly hidden the secret book of "Qianyang Shengong" in my grandfather's backpack, the position of the abbot of Shaolin Temple would not be your turn to sit at all, we are here today to seek justice for our grandfather, either you return the position of your abbot to my grandfather, or we will take your life today and let our ancestor be the abbot of Shaolin Temple." ”

After hearing this, Abbot Huineng sighed and said, "Hey, it seems that Senior Brother Huiming is still haunted by the events of the past!"

After finishing speaking, he instructed the disciple Sun Yizhen monk: "Yizhen, quickly carry the dragon master to the upper room to rest, and come back to save him when I finish dealing with the private affairs of Mo Heren and Sages." ”

"Yes, Abbot. ”

After that, Monk Yizhen carried Long Xiaotian, who was still in a coma, on his back and walked towards the upper room, while Wu Min kept following behind him all the time.