After reading Long Xiaotian's heroic post, the stick monk relaxed his vigilance, so he said to Long Xiaotian very politely: "Oh! It turned out to be Long Shaoxia of the Huashan faction, and the chivalrous feelings of the young man really made the little monk admire, and we were rude just now." ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as the stick monk's words fell, he heard a deafening voice coming from the direction of about five miles away from the temple gate.

"Hahaha, don't think that if you two have the support of the Shaolin Temple, we won't dare to do anything to you. ”

"Haha, that is, with the skills of the two of us, even if we raze the entire Shaolin Temple to the ground. ”

Before the sound arrived, the Shaolin stick monk who heard the sound looked around, trying to figure out who the owner of the voice was, and shouted: "Who are you? ”

At this time, two black shadows rushed from the direction not far away like thunder, and the two of them were Mo Heren and Sages. When the two stick monks saw that they looked different from the people of the Central Plains, they looked like people from the Western Regions with high noses, protruding foreheads, sunken eye sockets, and curly hair, so they asked: "Where did you two Fanbangs come from? Why did you just say something to provoke Shaolin?"

"You dare to be so arrogant, unashamed, our Shaolin Temple's martial arts are broad and profound, and it has been the number one faction in the Central Plains for thousands of years, what qualifications do you two barbarians have to speak wildly. ”

At this time, Sage put his hands on his waist, and laughed disapprerovingly: "Hahaha, speak wildly? Your Shaolin Temple's martial arts have long been far inferior to before, and you have long lost the demeanor of the first major faction in the Central Plains in the past, and you dare to call yourself the first major faction in the Central Plains, if you don't believe it, you will fight with the two of us." ”

"Okay, today our senior brother wants you two to bring humiliation on yourselves. ”

In less than four rounds, the wooden sticks in the hands of the two stick monks were broken by Mo Heren and Sages, and then the two of them hit a palm on the chest of the two stick monks at the same time, only to see the two stick monks behind the middle palm spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

When Mo Heren and Sage wanted to take the opportunity to put the two stick monks to death, Long Xiaotian immediately used his two hands to carry the two stick monks on his waist at the same time, and used light gong Yan to fly through the gate of Shaolin Temple until the two of them were placed in an open space in the temple, and Wu Min took advantage of this time to run to Long Xiaotian's side.

At this time, the first disciples of the Dharma Academy and the Luohan Hall and how many Lin stick monks in the temple all rushed out from all directions of the temple, and Mo Heren and Seqis had also broken into the temple at this time, only to see that they had just stepped into the temple not long ago, they were surrounded by a group of Shaolin masters holding sticks and wearing robes.

"Shaolin Temple is a forbidden place for Buddhism, and you can't tolerate a bunch of foreign barbarians, if the two donors still insist on going their own way, then don't blame the poor monks for being rude. ”

The speaker was one of them, the master Ming Kong, who was the first disciple of the Dharma Academy, holding a wooden stick and wearing a robe. He had a long black beard on his chin and a few wrinkles on his face, and he didn't look too old, as if he could withstand the vicissitudes of time.

He is strong in martial arts, has a high prestige in Shaolin Temple, his status is second only to the abbot of Huineng, and the Dharma Bagua Stick Array he created is famous all over the world, and no one has been able to crack it so far.

"What are you? How dare you block our way here, and ask the old monk Huineng to come out and compete with our brothers and sisters. ”

Mo Heren's arrogance made Master Mingkong suddenly angry, he frowned, his hands trembled, clenched the wooden stick in his hand tremblingly, and said angrily: "Presumptuous, my master's law name is not what you two thieves call casually." Who are you, and what are your intentions in coming to my Shaolin Temple to make trouble?"

In the face of Mingkong's anger, Sages didn't care, because he didn't take Mingkong in his eyes at all, so he said with contemptuous eyes and a mocking tone: "Our martial arts come from Shaolin in the Western Regions, and Master Zu was originally a Huiming monk of your Shaolin Temple and a senior brother of your Huineng Abbot. Our ancestor has superb martial arts, and his martial arts cultivation is stronger than your abbot Huineng, just because your abbot Huineng is jealous of my ancestor's talent, and he will ban the study of "Qianyang Shengong" in the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion A book was secretly placed in my grandfather's backpack, so that the old abbot mistakenly thought that it was my grandfather who stole the scriptures and drove my grandfather out of Shaolin Temple, if it weren't for your Huineng abbot's frame, how could the abbot of Shaolin Temple get him, today our brothers and sisters will compete with Huineng Abbot with the martial arts of our grandfather, and let your Shaolin Temple surrender to the feet of our Shaolin in the Western Regions. ”

Of course, Mingkong would not easily believe Sage's words, seeing that Sage slandered his abbot Huineng so much, he decided to personally challenge the two uninvited guests in front of him for the sake of his teacher and the reputation of the entire Shaolin Temple.

"How can you dare to slander my master, since you want to compete with my master, then win my Dharma gossip stick first. ”

With that, Master Mingkong raised his arms and shouted, summoned his seven junior disciples with wooden sticks forward, and after standing in the remaining seven directions of the gossip, he surrounded Mo Heren and Sage in the middle of the stick formation.

Then, Master Mingkong shouted: "Mountains and seas"

When the eight stick monks heard the command, they immediately waved the wooden sticks in their hands, and with the sound of waving the wooden sticks, the shadows of the eight wooden sticks suddenly struck Mo Heren and Sage from all directions. Mo Heren waved the nine-section whip in his hand unhurriedly, and Sages, who was also wielding the meteor whip, held hands and spun among the stick shadows, turning the whip in his hand into a martial arts strip whip shadow and bouncing all the stick shadows away.

Seeing that the trick of "overwhelming the mountains and seas" was broken, Mingkong called on the juniors and disciples to play a second move, only to see him shouting again: "Descend the dragon and subdue the tiger"

The eight stick monks put the wooden sticks in their hands at Mo Heren and Sage at the same time, and faced with the shadows of several sticks around them, Mo Heren noticed that he couldn't dodge this time, so he said to his junior brother Sages: "Senior brother, we must not be able to dodge this move." ”

Sages said at this time: "Then try it with our great waves!"

"Hmm!"

So the two jumped into the air, and when the eight sticks crossed, they stepped on the intersection with their feet, and pressed them hard with a jack pendant so that the eight stick monks could not pull out the sticks under their feet.

Then the two of them held hands again and lifted their bodies horizontally, and finally kicked the eight stick monks in the stomach like treading waves, kicking the eight stick monks away.

Master Mingkong saw that this trick was also broken, so he successively resorted to "Flying Dragon to the Sea", "Arhat Demon Suppression", "Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty", and "Open the World", but they were all resolved by Mo Heren and Sage with the whips in their hands, which made Master Mingkong look a little helpless.

Mo Heren said proudly at this time: "Old monk, it seems that your Shaolin stick formation is nothing more than that!"

Before Mingkong could react, Mo Heren threw the nine-section whip in his hand at him and wrapped it around Mingkong's head, and then dragged Mingkong into the air and rotated it more than 360 degrees.

However, at this time, a young stick monk in orange robes, about twenty years old, jumped into the air and caught Master Mingkong, and when he brought Master Mingkong safely to the ground, he asked with concern: "Master, are you okay?"

It turned out that he was the apprentice of Master Mingkong, and I saw that this young stick monk had a pair of thick eyebrows like a sharp sword, and a pair of eyes as big as apricots, a slightly upright nose, a goose-egg-like face, big earlobes, thin lips, and nine ring scars on the top of his bare head.

Master Mingkong replied at this time, "I'm fine. Then he asked, "Yizhen, what are you doing here?"

The monk named Yizhen frowned, and replied with full enthusiasm, "Master, I want to challenge these two barbarian states of the Western Regions. ”

Ming Kong was stunned, thinking that he had heard the wrong thing, so he asked, "What?

"Yes. ”

In order not to let his beloved apprentice go to death without his own strength, Mingkong hurriedly persuaded: "Yizhen, the two of them are strong in martial arts, you are not their opponent at all, don't be stupid, you can't beat them." ”

However, Yizhen's attitude was very resolute, and he said to the master: "Master, even if I die here today, I must maintain the dignity of my Shaolin Temple, and I will not allow these two barbarians to tarnish the century-old reputation of my Shaolin Temple." ”