Zhang Xiaochuan and Li Xueyao were playing at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly there was a noisy sound at the bottom of the mountain, as if many people were walking towards the mountain, Zhang Xiaochuan and the others hurriedly hid in the forest by the roadside.

Finally, after a few months of stopping, Zhang Xiaochuan was worried about whether he had been exposed again, so he observed the people who went up the mountain very carefully. I saw that all the people who went up the mountain were carrying swords, or groups of three or five, or ten or eight, and they were all going up the mountain, and there were also some two people as companions, and there were many lone walkers among them. These people are obviously not ordinary pilgrims, how can ordinary pilgrims go up the mountain to worship the Buddha and carry weapons with them. Their accents are different, they come from all over the world, some from the south and some from the north, and looking at their clothes, they are obviously all characters in the rivers and lakes, some speak very proudly, some speak vulgarly, and from time to time you can hear foul language.

After a while, two or three hundred people went up, and there was still an endless stream behind them, I don't know how many people from the rivers and lakes will come to Shaolin, and I don't know what they want. Thinking like this, Zhang Xiaochuan flashed past several familiar figures, and Zhang Xiaochuan became more and more uneasy. At this time, the bell on the mountain rang "bell", which sounded very urgently, obviously because something big was going to happen.

Zhang Xiaochuan hurriedly took Li Xueyao and returned to the temple by taking the path, only to see that the open space in front of the temple was crowded with people. Zhang Xiaochuan dared to show up, and the two hurriedly went around to the back door and entered the temple.

On the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the monks of Shaolin Temple gathered together, whispering and discussing, not knowing what was going on. After a while, the abbot of the clear space, the first pure dust of the Dharma Academy, the first pure fan of the Precept Academy, and others came one after another. With solemn faces, they walked in front of the monks, and the rest of the monks stood solemnly and immediately fell silent. Zhang Xiaochuan and Li Xueyao were also caught in the crowd, wanting to hear what happened and whether this matter had anything to do with him.

The abbot of the clear space said to the monks, "Everyone has also heard it, and I have seen it, there are many fellow martial artists who are clamoring outside, and it is estimated that there are seven or eight hundred people, and there are still people coming one after another." Most of them have no dealings with our temple, and many of them are even more powerful with us, such as the Yandang Shuangxiong, the three hegemons of Liaodong, the four tigers of western Sichuan, and the ten heroes of Saibei. There are also some sects that are both good and evil, such as the Qingniu faction, the Huangling faction, and some are not evil, such as the Shangwei faction and the Taihe faction. Our temple did not send an invitation to any sect, these people came at the same time on the same day, regardless of distance or near, obviously this matter is very well planned, I am afraid that it will be detrimental to our temple. So far, we have been in the dark, not knowing who the other party is and what their intentions are. If in peacetime, the soldiers will come to block, and the water will cover the earth, and you are not afraid. At this, the abbot of the clearance paused and sighed inwardly.

All the monks also understand the current situation faced by the Shaolin Temple, the Shaolin Temple originally had two or three thousand monks, since the Liao State launched a war against the Great Song Dynasty, the war is becoming more and more frequent, the scale is getting bigger and bigger, most of the monks are sent to protect the country and defend the border, less than five hundred people remain in the temple, and some are old and frail. The number of people outside the temple is increasing, which makes the monks of Shaolin Temple feel an unprecedented crisis.

"No matter what happens today, you and I must work together to prevent the evil cults from disturbing the purity of my Buddhist sect!" After the abbot finished speaking, he asked people to arrange the arrangement, and after everything was in order, the clear space took dozens of people such as Jingchen and Jingfan to the mountain gate.

The crowd outside the mountain gate has reached thousands, and the square in front of the temple is already a piece of black oppression. Crowded, listen to their accents, some from the two lakes, some from the two Guangzhou, some from Sichuan and Shaanxi, the south of the world, the north and the earth, the three mountains and five mountains, the place is very mixed, and the sects are very numerous.

A big man in black shouted at the top of his voice, "Fuck, we're here with so many people, come to see the excitement, why hasn't the main lord arrived yet!" Another voice was sharp and thin, and said in a gloomy voice, "What's the hurry, since you're here, there's always something to see!" Another person shouted, "This Shaolin Temple is too stingy, why don't you even let the door in!" "There are so many of us, I think we are afraid that we will collide with the Buddha, or the monks of Shaolin Temple will be scared to pee!" "That's it, that's it!" Everyone laughed when they heard it.

As soon as their words fell, there was a "squeak", and the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple was opened, and dozens of monks walked out, led by the abbot of the clear space. They stood still in front of the temple, and the abbot of the clear space shouted a Buddha cry, "Amitabha, good, good!" The eardrums of everyone on the field were shaken and "buzzed". He continued, "All of you fellow martial artists, coming from afar, all the same light descended to our temple, Shaolin monks are really honored, please forgive us for missing the welcome." It's just that the Shaolin Temple is a small place, unable to entertain guests, and if you are lazy, please forgive me!"

"The abbot doesn't have to be polite, I'm just here to see the excitement, what is slacking off. Someone shouted loudly. At this time, there were already acquaintances with Shaolin monks who explained the reason for coming to the temple. It turned out that everyone received a martial arts sticker, which said that on the Double Ninth Festival in September, the martial arts colleagues went to Songshan to climb the heights, and compared their skills in Shaolin, and asked the beggars to help. Shaolin is the first major faction, the beggar gang is the first big gang in the world, such a grand event, people who practice martial arts, naturally no one wants to miss it, even if it is a muddy water, there are a few people who are willing not to go, so the martial arts post is a hundred responses, and there are so many people on Shaolin Mountain for a while.

No matter how far apart everyone is from the mountain, they all come in one day, obviously the people behind the scenes have been planning for a long time, and have made careful preparations, which makes the monks of Shaolin Temple very angry, and then listen to the words of the people, the clear space and the monks do not speak, the heart is both angry and worried, but there is nothing to do, can only let it go, wait and see what happens.

Zhang Xiaochuan and Li Xueyao also mixed in the crowd, found an inconspicuous position, and observed the situation on the field. He saw Lan Ting and Princess Mingyang, and what surprised him even more was that Ren Fangfei and Zu Dahai also came together, the two of them spoke in a low voice, and occasionally smiled, obviously the feelings were not stopping, Zhang Xiaochuan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it.

"Bingqian," a shout, very crisp and loud, Zhang Xiaochuan knew that Ye Fei had arrived, and Zhou Ming and Xiao Yezi came with him. Ye Fei happily squeezed to Bingqian's side and said, "Are you here alone?" Bingqian's attitude was very cold. Ye Fei didn't care, and said to himself, "I'm here with my father." Bingqian subconsciously looked over. "Ah, over there. Under Ye Fei's guidance, Bingqian saw Zhou Ming and Xiao Yezi, but she didn't see Zhang Xiaochuan, she suddenly asked curiously, "Are they your father?" "Yes! Is there something wrong?" Ye Fei didn't understand why she asked this. "Who are you that Zhang Xiaochuan?" asked Bingqian as she waited for the answer to be revealed. "He's a daddy too. "Ahh

Ye Fei saw it and smiled. He knew that Bingqian didn't understand the reason, so he quickly explained, "Zhang Xiaochuan is my godfather, but since I was a child, I have been called 'daddy'. "I see!" Bing Qian was relieved to hear this, this question had been entangled with her for a long time, making her miserable for a long time, at first hearing this, her expression eased a lot, she was no longer so cold, and couldn't help blurting out, "It's okay now." Ye Fei listened, and didn't know what to say, "What's okay?" How could he understand Bingqian's thoughts, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was even more delicate, and said to Ye Fei, "Wouldn't it be nice that you have two fathers!" Ye Fei saw that her mood suddenly became better, and his heart was also very happy, and he said loudly, "It's already good!" The two of them had too many things to talk about and too many things to ask, so they talked as if no one was around.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and several voices shouted, "The Lord is here, get out of the way!" Everyone immediately looked, and a group of people walked up the mountain with a few people, and the person at the head was Liu Chengzong, and then there were Ban Zhida, Lin Zhengjie, Wang Tian, Yang Chengyi and others from the beggar gang were also sandwiched among them. At the front of the team, the two big men each held a banner, with a yellow background and big black characters, which were particularly eye-catching. ”

Liu Chengzong and the others walked straight to the Shaolin monks before stopping. Liu Chengzong hugged his fist at the monks, and said with a big grin, "Liu Chengzong has seen the abbot and all the senior monks. Jingkong and the others have never known who the mastermind behind this scene is, but now when they see him with such a big grin, they are angry, snort coldly, and say patiently, "Liu Da has such a big shelf, such a big ability, and such a big pomp!" He must have had no good intentions, and he didn't know what the plans were, and he was made so passive that he was dissatisfied with the hollow heart, and he used three "good" words in a row. Liu Chengzong "hahaha" laughed and said, "Thank you abbot for your praise, Liu is not talented, the first time to worship the mountain, the scene is not bigger, how can you be worthy of all the monks!" "Master Liu is thinking about it, and arranging today's scene, it must be not as simple as worshipping the mountain, right?" "How dare you, how dare you. Liu Chengzong laughed while speaking, "The abbot master is really fast-talking, Shaolin has always been my martial arts Taishan Beidou, Liu Mou braved, brought the inferior apprentices to learn, learn skills, invited martial arts colleagues just to be a witness, the class to get the axe will inevitably make people laugh, and I hope that the monks will not hesitate to give advice!"

The abbot of the clear sky and the others didn't know how things would develop, so they could only be at the mercy of others, and they felt very awkward and uncomfortable in their hearts, which had never happened before. The abbot of the clear space pointed to the two banners and said, "Master Liu has a big breath, such a big hand, not only is he more skilled in Shaolin, but also asks the beggars to help!" Liu Chengzong was extremely proud, "Hahaha" laughed, and after laughing, he said, "The tone is not big, and I will see it in a while!" The Shaolin monks knew that he was prepared, and seeing that he was in his chest, he was sure of the odds, and everyone was even more uneasy.

"In that case, Master Liu is a guest from afar, so please draw the line, I don't know how to compete?" asked the abbot neatly and simply. "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, so it's up to the subordinates and the bad people to ask the Shaolin monks one by one. "How do you tell the difference between victory and defeat?" "You and I are martial arts practitioners, of course, we have seen the truth under our hands, and we have won and lost in our moves!" "This is very good, I don't know which of the Liu masters and the disciples will teach first?" "Wang Tian!" Liu Chengzong shouted, and Wang Tian walked out proudly. I saw that his whole body was well-defined and had a lot of muscles, which showed that he had trained a pair of steel and iron bones. His face was also much better than before, and he had regained his previous handsome appearance, thinking that these were the benefits of cultivating the Yijin Sutra. Wang Tian took a few steps forward and said proudly, "I don't know which monk is willing to give advice?" The abbot of the clear space looked at Jingchen, Jingfan and the others. They all knew that today's situation was not trivial, it was related to the rise and fall of Shaolin, and everyone glanced at each other, and Jingfan walked away.

The two stood still in the field, looked at each other, Jingfan put his hands together, his left foot slowly landed, and his right foot was lifted above his left knee, forming a squatting posture, which turned out to be a boy's move to worship the Buddha. Although the Shaolin monks were angry and annoyed in their hearts, they did not lose their manners. Wang Tian saw him put on such a posture, but unceremoniously suddenly grabbed the shot. I saw him soar into the sky, his body jumped up in the air, and he was much taller than Jingfan at once, and his hands turned into claws and grabbed Jingfan's head. Jingfan's body squatted slightly, but his reaction was very fast, his right leg swept out, his left foot kicked violently, he stood up straight, his palms leaned up, and hit Wang Tian's upper body. Wang Tian's body was volleyed in the air, and the leg swept out by Jing Fan was not much of a threat to him, but his palms were with a strong wind, Wang Tian knew it well, and his legs kicked in the air, condescending, and the power was stronger, and Jing Fan hurriedly flashed to the side. Wang Tian immediately fell to the ground, and he didn't dare to take any more risks, so he fought with Jingfan with one move. His skills have advanced greatly, the eighteen claws of yin and yang are even more proficient, the tricks are ruthless and ruthless, everyone has never seen it, the light body kung fu of the Diancang faction is quite outstanding, his figure is frivolous and smart, and his kung fu is even more unpredictable. Jingfan's palm technique is calm and exquisite, spicy and unmatched, and everyone can't help but be amazed.

As the first seat of the precept institute, Jingfan has a high level of internal cultivation, and has high attainments in palms, fists and feet, and is also a top master in the Shaolin Temple. Today, when I fought with Wang Tian, I suddenly felt that it was different from the past, his tricks were ruthless, varied, agile, and unguardable, and there were always unexpected tricks from unexpected directions. There were few opponents in the past, and after fighting for seventy or eighty rounds, I was secretly anxious in my heart, and I couldn't help but sweat a lot on my forehead. The master has made a move, and he is the most jealous and impetuous, and the people in the clear space are secretly anxious in their eyes.

At this point, Wang Tian had already seen it clearly, his tricks suddenly sped up, he stole the sky with one move, grabbed Jingfan's chest with his left hand, grabbed his eyes with his right hand, and Jingfan hurriedly opened it with both fists and palms. Wang Tian suddenly became short, and stole chickens and dogs with one move, flirting with Jingfan and going down to the yin, which was harmful and vicious. Jingfan smashed his fist and slapped his palm, his body retreated, and he was dodged and was in a hurry in an instant. Wang Tian quickly changed his moves, grabbing his left chest with one claw and hooking his right ribs with one claw. As soon as Jingfan stabilized his body, he was furious, and his two palms were violently slapped. In this way, he is in the arms of Wang Tianxia, and he just wants him to be angry and angry. Wang Tian's body was agile, and he secretly crossed Chen Cang with one move, and passed under Jingfan's palm in danger, and hooked Jingfan's lower abdomen to his ribs with a fierce claw. With a "snort", Jingfan's monk's robe was torn, revealing a line of bright red blood marks on his skin, but fortunately it did not hurt the vital point. As soon as Wang Tian made a move, he jumped away, although Jingfan was ashamed and angry, he could only admit defeat and retreat stupidly.

Wang Tiansheng was victorious, his face could not hide the pride and arrogance, seeing that Jingfan had retreated, he shouted loudly, "I don't know which monk is willing to give advice?" As soon as his words fell, the first Jingchen of the Dharma Academy had strode out.

Jingchen came to the field, folded his hands, shouted a Buddha horn, and said, "The poor monk asks the donor for advice!" Wang Tiangang won a game, his fighting spirit was high, and he handed over his hands.

As the first seat of the Dharma Academy, Jingchen's cultivation is better than that of Jingfan. He is good at dragon claw hand, tiger claw hand, eagle claw hand, vajra fingering, great mercy and compassion thousand leaf hands, he is also calm, I saw that the two people on the field changed their bodies very quickly, and their tricks became fast. Everyone on the field watched, only to see the claw shadow, palm shadow flying, it was really unique, such a wonderful trick competition, the two of them showed their abilities, many people on the field had never seen it, one by one wide eyes, staring at the two people on the field, addicted, the more later, some people were overwhelmed. As soon as the two of them exchanged hands, it was soon more than a hundred rounds.