Seeing that the injured person who was softly carried by the foreigner was actually Xiao Yinjian, the little monk was taken aback, these days, he couldn't have been more aware of the horror of Xiao Yinjian, and from the time he left the temple to now, it was only two or three minutes, in this short moment Xiao Yinjian was beaten like this, what is the strength of this foreigner? The little monk couldn't imagine it.

"Zhiguang, come back! You are not his opponent. The old monk Huiyun walked out of the back of the temple with a solemn face and said to Doland: "Amitabha! Who is the donor? Why did you injure this little benefactor?"

Dorand had studied Chinese quite a bit, and even understood the meaning of the word "donor", and said coldly: "Who I hurt, it's not your turn to care!"

"Amitabha!" Huiyun said solemnly: "Since the donor is hurting people in my Shaolin, Shaolin has to take care of this matter." ”

"Are you sure you want to take care of it?" said Dorand with a sinister smile.

"Amitabha! The poor monk has to take care of it!" Huiyun's expression at this time was far more nervous than when he faced the enemy Xiao Yinjian.

Before he could finish speaking, a fist was thrust through Huiyun's chest and then out of his back. Huiyun only had time to let out a half-terrible scream before he set off for the Western Elysium.

"Uncle Huiyun!" the little monk Zhiguang was dumbfounded, and rushed up with a shout, wanting to fight with Na Doland.

"Bang!" Zhiguang was hit backwards by another old monk's palm, and after a few steps back, he sat on the ground with his ass.

"Bastard, do you still want to die?" The old monk had tears in his eyes, but his face was full of anger, and after taking a deep breath, the old monk shouted loudly: "The Great Array of Arhats!"

It was also thanks to Xiao Yinjian that he came to harass him, and the warrior monks of the Hui generation of Shaolin Temple were almost all gathered together, and the nine elders of the Luohan Hall and the eight elders of the Panruo Hall quickly set up a large array around Doland, and the Elder Huiyun of the Panruotang, who should have been an important member of the big array, had died under Doland's fist, and was immediately replaced by Zhitian, who had the highest martial arts among the young disciples.

Dorand stood in the center of the formation unhurriedly, sneering continuously, and when the Arhat Great Array was launched, his figure flashed and struck towards an Arhat Hall elder.

Under the formation of the Arhat Great Array, how much more than doubled the power of that elder's martial arts? After a loud "bang", although this Arhat Hall elder was spurting blood, and his face was like white paper, Na Dorand was not very comfortable, and there was not a trace of blood on his already pale face.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Doland's eyes, and he put away his contempt for this Arhat array, taking advantage of the elder being injured and the formation loosening, he gave full play to the advantage of his speed, and appeared left and right in the big array, and the sound of fists and feet hitting each other was endless.

In the end, Zhitian's skills were weakened, and he was caught by Dorland and broke his neck with one palm, and then the elder of the Luohan Hall, who was injured and vomited blood, was also dug out of his heart by him and thrown out of the formation.

Suddenly, the two generals were missing, and the Arhat array was in chaos, and the Shaolin elders were thrown out of the circle one after another, and in less than a minute, the elders had already lost most of them, and the stumps and broken arms were scattered to the ground.

Seeing that the Shaolin Temple could not be spared tonight, suddenly, a round of soft white light rose up in Shaomu Mountain, and the entire mountain peak trembled violently, and all the living people present, whether it was the hideous Doland, or the grief and indignation of Zhiguang, whether it was the dying Buddha of the Buddha Hall, or Xiao Yinjian, who had fallen into a coma, everyone felt the power that filled the world where the white light rushed up, and under this power, even the ferocious Dorand felt that he was as small as an ant.

"The Buddha has appeared!" A group of Shaolin monks burst into tears and bowed to the light that went straight into the sky.

"Grandma's, what's going on? What a strong force! Is this from a person? Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?" Xiao Yinjian endured the severe pain and propped himself up, looking towards the light.

Dorland and William stood stupidly still, and vaguely, Dorand already felt bad.

"A small alien demon clan dares to commit murder in my Shaolin, don't you really think that there is no one in Shaolin?" a fluttering voice rumbled.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Dorand refused to admit defeat in the slightest, but his steps involuntarily moved backwards.

"The poor monk is out of the customs today, and he doesn't want to kill more, but looking at what the donor does, the poor monk can't tolerate you!"

The originally erratic voice suddenly fixed its position, and everyone looked up together, only to see a hazy-looking monk sitting quietly in the void, surrounded by a faint golden light.

Xiao Yinjian's mouth opened wide when he saw it, and he muttered in his heart: "Damn, it turns out that there are really immortals, but Lao Tzu can see it clearly, this guy is definitely not a stuntman! Hehe, if he beats him, it must be very cool, right? No, no, that vampire-looking guy just now beat me like this, if this fairy comes all of a sudden, I'm afraid I won't even have scum left." No, at least you can't mess with him now! Wait for Lao Tzu to become stronger in the future, it's not too late to find him, when the time comes, catch his daughter and him once, hehe, the daughter of the fairy, but the fairy......"

I don't know if he sensed the dirty thoughts in Xiao Yinjian's heart, the senior monk suddenly looked at him, and the gaze that was like substance seemed to pierce Xiao Yinjian's heart.

"Not good!" Xiao Yinjian screamed, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he fainted again.

"This person has repeatedly disturbed my Shaolin, thinking that it is not serious to be evil, and now he is slightly punished to pay respect. Xiao Yinjian couldn't hear these words.

Realizing that the next thing the monk would deal with was himself, Dorand screamed, leaving William and running for his life, he was already known for his speed, and now he ran for his life with all his might, almost in the blink of an eye, he had appeared a hundred meters away.

The monk in the air snorted coldly, and suddenly, Dorand's body shook, and he slowly fell to the ground, and then, as if there was a pair of invisible hands supporting him, Dorland's body gradually rose into the air.

Suddenly, a silvery-white pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping Dorand impartially. The pillar of light seemed soft and harmless, but Dorand twisted and howled in pain, but no matter how much he struggled, he could not get out of the range of the pillar of light.

In the wail, Dorand seemed to be melted, and his body went down in circles, and at last he completely disappeared into the air, but the terrible scream still echoed through the valley.

When everyone came back to their senses and turned to the mysterious monk again, they saw that the place where he was just now was empty, where was there still someone? Suddenly, many people's hearts flooded with the feeling of dreaming.

Suddenly, Lin Shaoping jumped up from the ground, picked up Xiao Yinjian, who was still in a coma, and fled as if flying. Even if he reacted quickly, now that Xiao Yinjian was injured and unconscious, if the Shaolin monks came back to their senses first, the fate of the two of them would not be good.