Xuan Sheng shouted: "Today, everyone must be brave to capture the old thief Di alive, and avenge the two senior brothers Xuan Yan and Xuan Pain." ”

Xuan Ci said loudly: "It's a guest from afar, let's salute first and then soldier." The monks said in unison: "Yes." Xuan Ci said again: "Senior brothers, friends, let's go out and see how the Northern Netherworld Sect and the Ouyang Clan's tricks are?"

Qunxiong was already itching and was waiting for his words. The young heroes with lower seniority and more anxious temperament rushed out in a swarm. Following the four wicked people, heroes from all walks of life, the land mansion of Chuanyang Kingdom, and the monks of the temples, they all walked out quickly. But hearing the sound of ping-pong choking, the Shaolin monks of the Hui generation sent out the blades of the master and uncle.

The four generations of Shaolin monks in the Xuanhui Void each held a sword and lined up to leave the temple. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the mountain, the monks who were sent to watch in the middle of the mountain rushed to report: "More than 1,000 disciples from the Northern Underworld Sect surrounded Ouyang Gongzi and others in the Mid-Mountain Pavilion, and fought endlessly. Xuan Ci nodded, walked to the stone road and looked down the mountain, but saw that the black pressure was all human heads, but I was afraid that there were more than a thousand of them.

The sound of shouting and cheering floated up the mountain with the wind: "Wuling Daoist personally supervised the battle today, and naturally won all battles!" "You clowns dare to stubbornly resist the old immortals, you are really bold!" "Quickly throw down your blades and beg Wuling Daoist to spare your life!" "Wuling Daoist drove to Shaomu Mountain, and with a little little finger, Shaolin Temple immediately collapsed. ”

The new disciples of the Northern Underworld Sect did not learn the skills, but first learned the art of flattering the master, and more than 1,000 people sang praises to their ears, and there was a song of merit and virtue on the Shaolin Mountain. Shaolin Temple has been built for thousands of years, and the sound of "Amitabha Buddha in the South" recited by the monks of the past dynasties, the sum of thousands of years, may not be as good as the praise of the master of the Northern Underworld School at this moment. Juyi stroked his white beard and narrowed his eyes, scented, fluttering, like drunken wine.

Xuanqi was angry with the dantian, and shouted loudly: "Tie the Arhat Great Array!" Five hundred monks responded: "Tie the Arhat Great Array!" The red clothes flashed, the gray shadow rolled, and the five hundred monks scattered all over the mountains and fields.

The heroes have long heard the name of the Shaolin faction Arhat array, but for more than a hundred years, the Shaolin faction has never been used before outsiders, except for the monks of this temple, no one has seen it.

At this time, Dan saw that the clothes and hats of the monks were colored, or red or gray, yellow or black, and the blades were different, or knives or swords, or staff or shovels, and everyone was running like flying, and in an instant, the people of the Northern Underworld Sect were surrounded in the heart.

The number of people in the Northern Underworld Sect is far less than that of Lin Monks, but most of them are newly recruited rabble, fighting alone, and they have some skills. This kind of battle in a formation has never been experienced, and I can't help but panic, and the voice of praising the Taoist of Wuling is inevitably greatly weakened, and many people are silent, secretly changing the idea of praising the "Shaolin Holy Monk" in their hearts.

Abbot Xuanci said: "Mr. Ding of the Northern Underworld Sect came to Shaomu Mountain to be an enemy of the Shaolin faction. Heroes from all walks of life, please watch from the wall, and watch the Shaolin Temple fight against the masters from the west?"

Heroes from Heshuo, Jiangnan, Sichuan, Shaanxi, and Huguang shouted one after another: "The old monster of the Northern Underworld is harming the martial arts, and everyone is angry with the enemy, kill this fang!"

At this time, Ouyang Fu, Deng Baichuan and others had already killed and injured more than 20 members of the Northern Underworld Sect, and when they saw that the reinforcements had arrived, they immediately jumped away and stopped fighting for the time being. The people of the Northern Hell Sect are in the center of Li Liu, and they are not forced to move forward.

Lu Qian scurried east and west, rushed into the crowd, ran to Miss Rong'er's side, and said, "Miss Wang, if the situation is dangerous, I will carry you out again." ”

Miss Rong'er's face turned red and said, "I'm not injured, and I'm not giving people a little acupoint, I'm ...... I will go myself......" Xiang Ouyang Fu glanced at him and said, "My cousin is strong in martial arts, and it is more than enough to protect me." Duan Gongzi, you better go out. ”

Lu Qian's heart was not the boss, and he thought: "What skills do I have, how can I be as strong as your cousin's martial arts?" But how can I be willing to go out like this......? This one...... Ah, Miss Wang, my father has arrived, and he is outside. He and Miss Rong'er have experienced hardships together several times, traveled long distances, and spent a lot of time together, but Lu Qian never mentioned his identity and origin to her. In his mind, Miss Rong'er is a fairy, he is an earthly person, he is not proud of the prince in the first place, and in the eyes of the immortals, what is the difference between the prince and the concubine?

Miss Rong'er is also very sincere and grateful to Lu Qian for saving herself several times regardless of his life, but she never cares about him as a person, only that he is a nerd who has learned a clever footwork, and has a few qigong swordsmanship that is not working from time to time, for fear that his cousin will be too distracted, I just hope that he will stay as far away as possible. At this time, I suddenly heard him say that his father was coming, and he was slightly curious, and said, "Is Ling Zun from Chuanyang? You father and son haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't they?"

Lu Qianxi said: "Yes, Miss Wang, can I take you to see my father? My father must be very happy to see you." Miss Rong'er's face turned red again, and she shook her head and said, "I don't see it." Lu Qian said: "Why don't you see it?" He saw that Miss Rong'er didn't answer, and he was bent on pleasing her: "Miss Wang, my brother Xuzhu is also here, and he has become a monk again." Also, my apprentice is here, and it's really lively. Miss Rong'er knew that his apprentice was the "Beiding Flying Dragon", but why did he accept the third evil man in the world, "Fierce God and Evil", as an apprentice, but he never asked him, thinking of the strange appearance of the Beiding Flying Dragon, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. Lu Qian saw that she smiled, and her heart was overjoyed, although she was surrounded by the Northern Underworld Sect at this moment, she had to talk and laugh with Miss Rong'er, and the big things were all put aside.

The Shaolin monks spread the Arhat array, the left and right wings, echoing back and forth. Several members of the Northern Underworld Sect rushed to the west, and after a short confrontation, they were injured one after another. Juyi said: "Don't move for the time being. Lang Sheng said: "Abbot Xuanci, your Shaolin Temple claims to be the leader of the Central Plains martial arts, in my opinion, it is really not enough. ”

The group of disciples responded: "Yes, the chief of Wuling Dao has arrived, and the monks of Shaolin Temple have died one by one without a place to be buried." "The martial arts in the world are all derived from my Northern Underworld faction, and only the martial arts of the Northern Underworld Sect are truly orthodox, and they are all evil demons. "If you don't learn the martial arts of the Northern Netherworld, you will inevitably end up as a bull ghost and snake god, and you will destroy yourself. Suddenly, someone let go of his throat and sang loudly: "Wuling Dao Chief, virtue is worthy of heaven and earth, mighty and powerful, ancient and modern!" More than 1,000 people sang according to the voice, and some people took out gongs, drums, flutes, or knocked or blown, so lively. Most of the heroes had never seen the pomp of the Northern Underworld Sect, and they all laughed in shock.