"Senior Brother Yuantong is right, let's stop arguing about other people's affairs, about the matter of welcoming back Senior Brother Yuanjue's Dharma Body, I think we should send a few more senior brothers to go together, so as not to encounter trouble and repeat the mistakes of Senior Brother Yuanjue, that will be a big bad thing for my Shaolin Temple!"

"The difference between what the younger brother of Yuanxing said, the top priority is to invite the good master to come out and preside over the Shaolin Temple!"

"Senior Brother Yuanming said it lightly, Uncle Dushan has a strange temper, and it's not the first time you know it, if you move, where will you be used!"

"Oh no, uncles, there is a monk at the gate of the mountain, and the monk is dressed very strangely, saying that he is a master who has come to challenge me from Shaolin Temple!"

As soon as these words came out, all the masters present looked at each other, and they turned red and stopped speaking.

The word was empty, and the disciple of the Yuantong monk was originally a little disciple guarding the mountain gate.

Before the people in the hall could react, an evil voice had already come, accompanied by the screams of many Shaolin disciples being knocked to the ground.

"Hahahaha, I can't imagine that the first major sect of the Central Plains Martial Arts is so vulnerable!"

If you want to say that the person is a monk, but he has long hair like ordinary people, if he is not a monk, but he is wearing a robe, but the robe seems to be a little different from the robes worn by the monks in the temples of the Central Plains.

At the moment of the great enemy, Yuantong frowned, but he did not retreat, on the contrary, everyone else, for fear of getting into trouble, retreated one after another.

"You, you, hey!"

Yuantong sighed, and his eyes fixed on the person who had fallen to the center of the main hall.

"Who are you, why did you break into my Shaolin Temple and provoke me!"

"You are Yuantong, Yuanjue's old monk's junior brother, but the poor monk wants to remind you, you ask yourself, who is better in your martial arts than your senior brother Yuanjue!"

"What do you mean by that?"

Not only Yuantong, but all the monks have a thought in their hearts at the moment, could it be that he is the murderer of the abbot of Yuanjue?

"Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha, you still don't understand, go and find that old guy Dushan, I'm here to find him, you wine bags and rice bags, poor monks won't put it in your eyes!"

"What a big breath!"

People have already talked about this, and it is useless to say more.

"Senior brothers, if you still think that you are a member of the Shaolin Temple, now that the Shaolin Temple is the enemy, do you all have to retreat?"

"Swear to live and die with Shaolin Temple!"

YTO didn't expect that the answers of the brothers and sisters would be so neat, as if they had been prepared in advance!

"Okay, the little monks of the round character generation are much more kind than the old guy of Dushan, but I don't know why the old turtle of Dushan is cowering in the Dharma Cave all day long!"

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense, look at the palm!"

Mighty King Kong Palm, is the Shaolin Temple master, and the first Yuanming master of the Luohan Hall, is to practice this skill since childhood, it can be said that the cultivation of this skill has reached the peak, in addition, he also practiced Shaolin Temple seventy-two stunts, it can be said that it is a rare martial arts genius in Shaolin Temple.

A powerful Vajra palm, sure enough, the power is extraordinary, others just stood from a distance to watch, and they could clearly feel the palm wind driven by his palm power, and even blew out all the candles on the candlesticks on both sides of the hall!

"The skill of the good birth, although this person's martial arts are not as good as the Yuanjue monk, the skill already has seven or eight points of his!"

The long-haired monk grinned and stretched out a finger to stick straight into Yuan Ming's palm.

"Senior Brother Yuanming, be careful!"

When the strange monk stretched out a finger, Yuantong already felt bad, but the reminder was still a step too late, one finger Zen, he used one finger Zen, Yuanming's palm came from a tingling pain, and then the pain spread throughout his arm, and he could even hear the sound of his bones breaking.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart, how could his skill be so profound, it was simply impossible, but it was a pity that Yuan Ming's words could no longer be spoken.

The monks were shocked, and the two monks standing at the front hurriedly helped Yuan Ming back.

"Senior brother, junior brother, how are you!"

"I, he ......"

Yuan Ming only said these two words weakly, and his head drooped!

"Go and tell you everything that happened here, Master Dushan, quick!"

Yuantong anxiously instructed his disciples, the strange monk's martial arts skills are too incredible, it should not be what the world should have, in the whole world, he has never seen a person with such profound skills, even if it is the valley master and the Nine Heavens God Venerable of the Midnight Ecstasy Valley, it is impossible to take Yuan Ming's life with one move.

You must know that Yuanming's martial arts can at least rank in the top ten in the entire Central Plains martial arts!

"I can't help myself, who else wants to try the poor monk's Shaolin seventy-two stunts!"

"How can you know my Shaolin seventy-two stunts!"

Monk Yuanqing suddenly walked out of the crowd, it is not difficult to learn the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, but to practice any of these tricks to the same level as the person in front of him, it is impossible for ordinary people to achieve it in a lifetime.

"Monk Yuanqing, in fact, you are the number one master in Shaolin Temple except for Du Shan, but you never show your martial arts in front of outsiders, right? You have stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for more than 20 years, compared to learning all the martial arts treasures of Shaolin Temple, it is good, let the poor monks come to understand your high skills!"

The strange monk couldn't help but speak, and grabbed Yuanqing with his hands in the shape of claws.

'Eagle Claw Gong!'

The people at the scene, no one recognized this as the eagle claw skill in the Shaolin 72 stunts, but this person used this skill, but it became extremely vicious, and a black gas rushed straight to Yuanqing's brain.

Monk Yuanqing's eyes were slightly closed, his cheeks bulged up, but he didn't move, and the people next to him all sweated for him, and the claws of the strange monk grabbed the top of Yuanqing's head, but he quickly retracted as if he had been bitten.

"The iron head is practicing well, hehe, let me see how well I practice the snake technique, but Master Yuanqing has practiced well!"

A large group of monks gathered there, all of them were surprised, no one thought that the iron head skill of the monk Yuanqing would be able to resist the eagle claw skill of the strange monk, but then a pair of arms of the strange monk seemed to really turn into two sensitive little snakes, and they got into Yuanqing's body when they saw it.

Monk Yuanqing squatted a horse step, one arm hula swept over, the two little snakes were shot out all over the place, and the strange monk also followed back several steps, this is to break the strange monk's serpentine technique with iron arm skills.

This time, the strange monk didn't speak again, his palms opened and gathered the internal force of his whole body to slap at the Yuanqing monk, and the Yuanqing monk did not dare to slack off, he quickly took off the robe on his body and used it as a pocket, just waiting for the strange monk's palms to come, and then trapped his copper sand palm with an iron bead bag.

But what he never expected was that the strange monk's copper sand palm was only halfway through, and he actually took it back, and then pushed it to himself with one hand, and with the other hand to push the mountain palm to himself, and with the other hand to use a line to wear the iron bead bag to his arm, Monk Yuanqing knew very well that he used the mountain palm and a line to wear at the same time, which means that he must also be able to use the iron arm at the same time, so that not only can he not be subdued, as long as he is pushed by his mountain palm, he will definitely die on the spot.

Monk Yuanqing retreated again and again, threw the robe in his hand to the side, and in an instant used a golden dragon hand, wanting to crack the opponent's push palm, but the strange monk also learned to be obedient, and when he was approaching, he changed his move again, and came directly behind Yuanqing with a move tumbling technique, and then hit a palm chasing the wind behind his back!

Monk Yuanqing knew that he was dead, his body was too weird, his moves were changing too fast, and he was out of reach, and he had clearly felt the palm wind coming from behind him.

The fate of the monk Yuanming was what he saw with his own eyes, compared to the end of his own concentration by this palm, it would not be much better, Yuanqing really couldn't believe that he had stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and practiced for twenty years, and he could only take a few moves in front of this strange monk, and he didn't even have the opportunity to use all the seventy-two Shaolin stunts he had learned.

But the expected palm, but it didn't fall on his body for a long time, but he heard the sound of fighting behind him, Yuanqing woke up like a dream, turned around to see, it turned out that it was Senior Brother Yuantong who came to the rescue just now, and at this moment the strange monk was fighting with Senior Brother Yuantong.

But as long as people who know a little bit of martial arts can also see that Yuantong is the opponent of the strange monk, he was forced to retreat again and again, if nothing else, he will be killed by him after three moves.

"What are you waiting for, let's go together!"

With Yuan Ming's roar, the other monks really rushed up as if they had received an order.

"Hmph, thanks to your Shaolin Temple, you boast of being famous and decent, and you actually bully more and less!"

"To deal with such crooked ways as you, where do you need to talk about morality!"

This situation immediately changed greatly, although the strange monk was good at martial arts, but it was also difficult to beat the four hands with two fists, and the Shaolin monks shot together, which did cause him considerable pressure!

"Bronze Man Formation!"

This sentence is also what the monk Yuanming said, the disciples of the Luohan Hall never thought that there was a bronze array that could be used, and it was really stupid, with Yuanming's reminder, I remembered, oh, it turns out that we still have such a magic weapon to use.

It's just that in an instant, the eighteen disciples of the Arhat Hall have already put out the bronze man array, and the Yuanzi monks who fought with the strange monks kept being beaten out, but at this time, he needs to deal with many people at the same time, and the skills he uses are far less powerful than when he killed Yuan Ming before.

The strange monk himself also found that his skills were decreasing sharply, but it was really strange, after taking that medicine last time, it could last for almost three days, and he was able to have full strength, but this time, it only lasted less than two days.

The strange monk knew that if it went on like this, something must be wrong, and he wanted to escape and turn around, but he happened to get into the eighteen bronze arrays, damn it, if his skills did not disappear, the eighteen bronze arrays themselves were not afraid of him, but now, they were really angry.

The strange monk looked resentful, and he made faster and faster moves, trying to make up for the disadvantage caused by the loss of power.

But at this moment, the other monks of the Yuanzi generation attacked him again, and a senior monk of the Yuanzi generation used his finger flicking skills, although the skills were not profound, but they had dealt a big blow to him, and he had almost disappeared all his skills.

"Miyamoto, if you don't make a move, Lao Tzu will die here today!"

"Jian Erjun, you beg me!"

It was also at this moment that everyone discovered that there was a person lying on the beam of the main hall at some point, and listening to their name, it was none other than Dongying.