On the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, all the Shaolin disciples glared angrily at Taijian in the field.

But Taijian didn't care about the eyes of everyone looking at him, but his eyelids were lazy, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he quietly waited for the other party to send the third contestant.

Although the empty string did not fall under Zab's iron fist until death, Taejian was not wrong when he said it was a draw.

Everyone knew it, including the Shaolin disciples who glared at Taijian angrily.

But this anger just doesn't hit anywhere, anyway, it's my right to stare at you or not, and you can't care about it.

It's just that you can't scare the other party away by looking at each other, and you can't win the next third competition.

Master Bujie knew this very well, so he didn't get angry with everyone, he just felt that the wind blowing today was a little cold.

When everyone carried away with Kongxian's body, he didn't look at Kongxian, even the last one.

Because he was afraid that after seeing it, he would no longer be able to suppress the intense anger in his chest that had already risen several times and had been forcibly suppressed several times.

Master Bujie is a person who grew up watching the empty string since he was a child, and he is the one who watched him grow step by step from that resolute boy to a calm and stoic Shaolin hero, today he should feel relieved and happy, because from today on, all Shaolin people will remember the name of the empty string, and he will be famous for a hundred years.

"What's the matter? If one person is abolished, one person dies, there will be no one in Shaolin? They all say that the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, I bah, I think it's almost the same as the world's waste firewood out of Shaolin, or the world's Shaolin is planted. Seeing that no one was going down, Taijian clasped his hands into fists and said loudly with a sneer on his face.

Hearing Taijian's ridiculous and provocative words, many Shaolin disciples were furious, eager to go down and fight with each other immediately, although they knew that they were not the opponents of the other party, but it was better than being ridiculed here.

But everyone didn't move, because they knew that this last competition was not a child's play, and if they lost, everything would be lost, which was a major event related to the life and death of Shaolin.

No one thinks they can beat Taijian, so no one dares to go on the field.

At this time, the master of the unring was also frowning, originally the second competition had made him haggard, and he couldn't find a suitable candidate, but now, Taijian's martial arts cultivation should far surpass Zhitong and Zabu, and with him on the stage, our side has no chance of winning.

There are two draws, and if you lose the third game, everything will be over.

Just when the master of the non-precept was in a state of confusion and didn't know who to send to the field, suddenly, he heard a wail of "Ah!" quickly flew from the back mountain, plopped, and a figure fell from the sky into the entrance, and fell right in front of Taijian, falling to the sky

This person has a shiny head, wears the same monk's clothes as a Shaolin disciple, and has some tree branches and leaves hanging on his body, looking embarrassed.

The man got up from the ground with a groan, shook off the branches and leaves on his body, and just turned around to leave, only to hear a crunching sound, as if twisted to his waist, and his mouth opened oval in pain, and he screamed again and again.

"Okay, since Shaolin has sent a player, then Jian'er, you can take a look at the opponent's tricks. At this moment, the Supreme Venerable suddenly said loudly, this voice was deliberately loud and clear.

"Wait, he's not a player we sent. Seeing this scene, the master of the non-ring suddenly panicked, and hurriedly waved his hand.

Hearing two thick voices echoing in the air, the monk who fell from the sky suddenly tensed, looked around to the left and right, and was so frightened that he even forgot about his back pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally fell into the wrong place, you go on, ignore me. As he spoke, the monk wanted to leave the field, but in a flash, Taijian's figure had already come to him and sneered at him.

"Since you have the courage to play, then have a good time with me. As he spoke, Taijian's right hand was already on the monk's shoulder.

Seeing this scene, the Shaolin disciples suddenly burst out three exclaims: "Brother Fa!"

This monk was inexplicably thrown out of the Jingfa Pavilion of the Hidden Scriptures, and somehow, he flew in the air for a long time inexplicably, and just landed in front of Taijian.

The next Jingfa showed a weak chicken appearance, so that the Holy Venerable secretly applauded, just to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to defeat Shaolin in one fell swoop, so without saying a word, he instructed Taijian to start directly through the rumors in his belly, once the fight started, Shaolin had no room for regret, after all, the person on the other side was also a genuine monk.

Therefore, this third game started quietly.

Among the Shaolin disciples, except for Xiaoshun and Kongsun and Kongyue, no one knew Jingfa, but everyone knew that Jingfa didn't look like a master at all, so they were all angry in their hearts.

And Kong Ri and Kong Yue also hated Jing Fa's ignorance of current affairs, and wished he had been slaughtered by Tai Jian earlier.

Only Xiaoshun and the three of them really cared about Jingfa, and hurriedly came to Master Bujie, and said anxiously: "Master Qiqi, he is not a Shaolin disciple, just a little monk in a small temple at the foot of the mountain, you let him come down, if it is too late, he will die!"

Master Bujie was not ready to let Jing Fa fight instead of Shaolin, but he didn't expect the other party to attack so quickly, and when he was about to stop it, he suddenly heard a voice floating from the crowd: "A small temple is a Shaolin sub-temple, and it is also a part of Shaolin, who said that we are not stupid and are not Shaolin disciples? We are Shaolin disciples of the Authentic Sect." ”

With the sound, everyone saw four people slowly walking out of the crowd of Shaolin disciples and coming to the field.

The first one was an old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows, and behind him stood three young monks, one fat, one thin, and one handsome.

Some of the Shaolin disciples recognized the serious master and apprentice at a glance, and some of them beckoned to them one after another, asking them not to make trouble, while others shook their heads and sighed, thinking about how strong you are a little monk of a sub-temple, especially those who rushed over to see the excitement, and secretly laughed at the serious master for being too stupid, people came to Shaolin's bad luck, what did you do with an affiliated temple, and completely forgot that in the long days under the protection of Shaolin, I didn't know how much oil and water I rubbed Shaolin.

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they will fly separately when disaster comes, not to mention these small temples scattered in the mountains.

Therefore, when even the master of Bujie heard that the few people on the stage were monks from his Shaolin subordinate temple, his brows flashed with a trace of puzzlement.

There are many Shaolin sub-temples, and as the second-in-command of Shaolin, Master Bujie has no time to manage all the sub-temples, so he has never heard the name of a small temple before.

Because a small temple is very ordinary, it is just a very ordinary member of thousands of small temples.

But the words of today's serious master have made it unusual.

Seeing the serious masters coming up, the Holy Venerable frowned, and said to the master of Bujie: "If you want to take a group test, do you want to become a group test? ”

As soon as the master of the non-precept wanted to answer, he heard that the serious master had already snatched the words: "Who said that we should take the group test? Do we Shaolin seem to bully the few people with more? I said that you, an old man who can't even grow hair, shouting and shouting and killing all day long, are you still a person who cultivates Buddhism?"

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