After a few recovered disciples of the Bodhi Temple entered the temple for a period of time, they quickly brought out a group of monks with a number of about 30 or so.

Zhiyuan and Zhiyuan are of the same generation, but compared with obsession, it is a grade lower, the reason is that Fuxian only accepted two disciples in his life, infatuation and obsession, and Zhiyuan is a disciple of infatuation, due to the early death of infatuation, and obsession is an orphan picked up by Fuxian, and it is also a closed disciple accepted by Fuxian.

"Obsessed little uncle, why are you here, where is the old man? Ah, ....... master?"

Obsessed didn't answer, but looking at Obsession with red eyes, Zhiyuan felt that it was very bad, and after looking left and right, he found that the body of Fuxian in front of him was lying quietly on the ground.

Zhiyuan was already in a nest, but now Zhiyuan was even more annoyed, and his angry eyes stared straight at Zhiyuan: "Zhiluo, you dare to harm my master, you have the ability to let go of me, we will fight alone......"

Zhi Zhi didn't pay attention to the angry Zhi Yuan at all, but moved his eyes to Xie Xiaoyong, because Zhi Zhi had already seen that after Fuxian's death, the scene had begun to be dominated by Xie Xiaoyong, and Xie Xiaoyong's sharp jade girl swordsmanship and lady sword also made Zhi Zhi very jealous, so Zhi Zhi planned to solve the troubles in front of him as soon as possible.

"Xie Nuxia, now that the person has let you see it, it should be okay, come on, bring the person in!"

Originally, Xie Xiaoyong was also quite confused, but when Huang Fei made this suggestion and winked at her again, Xie Xiaoyong realized that the person had already been released, and if he wanted to catch it, it would be up to the people of Bodhi Temple to decide.

Just after Xie Xiaoyong and Huang Fei gave a few people, several people rushed to the front of Zhiyuan and the others, and suddenly made a move while a few Bodhi Temple monks were defenseless, but in an instant, these people had been knocked out of the circle of Zhiyuan's group.

Seeing this, a group of warrior monks on the side waved the long stick in their hands and hit Xie Xiaoyong and the others respectively, a trace of contempt appeared on the corner of Xie Xiaoyong's mouth, and the lady sword in his hand waved, just like cutting tofu, and the long stick in the hands of the warrior monks who attacked first in the front row were cut into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Zhi Lu's face turned pale, and he scolded angrily: "What does Xie Nuxia mean by this? Is it really deceiving me that there is no one in Bodhi Temple?"

Xie Xiaoyong smiled and replied: "Don't dare, it's just that the little woman accidentally remembered that when Master Fuxian was alive, he and my senior brother had mentioned this matter in Kunlun, Master Fuxian said that his greatest regret was that these disciples and grandchildren were imprisoned in the Bodhi Temple by the same door, and I hope that one day these disciples can take a look at the wonders of my Kunlun, hey, although Master Fuxian has passed away, but his wish has not been fulfilled, I don't know if Master Zhizhi can become an adult?"

In the entire Xuantian Sect, the most bewitching one is Li Chao, and under Li Chao is Huang Fei, but when Xie Xiaoyong said this, Huang Fei couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood in his heart, even he couldn't think of such a perfect explanation, but he didn't expect this uncle who had always been straightforward to become so bewitching, and he was even more beneficial, which made Huang Fei have to feel emotional.

And after hearing Xie Xiaoyong's explanation, Zhiluo's face turned even bluer, but unfortunately Zhiluo couldn't scold, so he couldn't even speak clearly: "You...... Hello........ Hello ......"

Xie Xiaoyong knew that Zhi Zhi would not say anything good, and after Wan Er smiled, he directly interrupted Zhi Zhi and said: "I, thank you for your concern, I am very good, so I don't bother the master." ”

"Oh Buddha Mita, is the female benefactor insisting on being an enemy of my Bodhi Temple?"

"Xuantian Sect has never wanted to be an enemy of Bodhi Temple, but if the master refuses to let him go today, my Xuantian Sect will not mind having one more enemy. ”

Xie Xiaoyong showed unprecedented domineering at this moment, which lifted the spirits of his disciples, and they all put on a posture of war, which made Zhi Lu's face turn green with anger, and the black clouds above his head looked particularly thunderous, but Zhi Lu's uncertain face suddenly flashed a trace of elusive expression, and even his tone was very different from before.

"Don't say that the poor monk doesn't give you a chance, if you want to go down the mountain, you need to pass through the eighteen bronze formations of my Bodhi Temple, if you break the formation, I will let you leave, if it can't be broken, all the people have to stay, how about it?"

The eighteen bronze figures of the Bodhi Temple are famous all over the world, and according to legend, they are all composed of eighteen young Shaolin monks whose realm is all in the realm of liberation, and these eighteen monks must voluntarily be empowered with copper juice to infuse their bodies with gold to reach the point where they are as invulnerable as copper walls and iron walls, in order to match the name of the eighteen Arhats.

And these eighteen bronze people are generally the same in thought, spirit, and realm, and there are no flaws in their cooperation, which is equivalent to a master of the Wuwei realm, and even stronger than the master in the early stage of the Wuwei realm.

Xie Xiaoyong paused and asked, "Hmm, what if we don't break the formation and want to take them away?"

Zhi Lu showed a determined expression and replied, "Thousands of disciples of the Bodhi Temple will guard the temple gate to the death!"

"Okay, old monk, you have to count when you speak. ”

"The monks don't speak, as long as you can break the formation, I should let you leave, but it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"People who are not my Bodhi Temple can not break the formation, the so-called bell must also be tied to the bell person, if the formation is broken by obsession, the words of the poor monk can be counted. ”

Hearing the words of Zhiluo, Xie Xiaoyong couldn't help but scold angrily: "You are a thief, obsessed with just a child, you want him to break the formation, and you still have a face." ”

Zhi mad said: "Oh Buddha Buddha, Buddhism only has generations, no age, according to the generation, the poor monk also wants to call the obsession of a master, why can't he be flawed, since the donor also said that this matter is the last wish of the virtuous, it is reasonable to break the formation by obsession." ”

"You ......" This time it was Xie Xiaoyong's turn to speak.

At this moment, Obsessive stood up, stared at Zhi Luna coldly, and said word by word: "Okay, I'll break the formation." ”

It didn't take long for the eighteen bronze figures of the Bodhi Temple to be invited out, each holding a copper pillar and a long stick, the whole body was as solid as iron, and exuded a golden light of brass, like a golden Buddha statue, but the expressions on the faces of the people were all the same, and it could be said that there was no expression at all.

The venue outside the main hall of the Bodhi Temple was vacated, and the people who thought that the Bodhi Temple was headed by Zhi Zhi stood outside the door of the main hall, while Xie Xiaoyong and his disciples were surrounded by Zhi Yuan and the others, and Zhi Zhi was on the opposite side.

The eighteen bronze figures entered the open space in a uniform manner, and through the internal force generated by Qi Qigong, a powerful air flow was emitted in the open space, and even Xie Xiaoyong couldn't help frowning at this momentum, and began to worry about obsession.

(End of chapter)