The beggars came prepared, not only with a group of snakes pressing the formation, but also with the strange and poisonous skills of the head of the family.

And the Shaolin abbot Chenghui's small arm had become dark and itchy, so he had to raise the sky and let out a long howl.

The whistling was clearly a call to help.

In fact, there are thousands of people in the Shaolin Gate, and there are more than 1,000 monks who practice martial arts.

Among so many warrior monks, there are more than 800 kung fu paths.

There are more than 100 people in the generation of Hongji and Hongdu, and Hongji has the highest kung fu.

He is obviously one of the best among the young warriors in the world.

No matter how strong it is, there are more than ten people in the Chengzi generation who can be proficient in one or two Shaolin stunts.

Among them, Master Cheng Hui has reached the peak of the physical body.

As for the Chengzi generation, there are still the only remaining two monks, Fa Song and Fa Tan.

Although they failed to continue to take a step forward in martial arts, the martial arts knowledge they knew in their stomachs was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The two of them are very old, and they have been in retreat all year round in order to maintain their strength.

These strengths together can make any sect in the world envious and jealous, and sigh to themselves.

It's a pity that today's beggars seem to be more difficult to deal with.

It is said that Mao Fugui and Master Chenghui slapped each other, and Chenghui suffered a big loss, but Mao Fugui still smiled like he was nothing.

And the beggar disciples under Mao Fugui are not weak just from the foot strength they showed.

Maybe there are more Shaolin disciples, but it is far from enough to be able to resist them.

Coupled with the green snake array inside and outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, the Shaolin disciples are probably too busy to take care of themselves at this time.

There are not many people left who can come out to help Cheng Hui.

Sure enough, after a while, two blue and yellow figures in the distance stepped into the air and hurried towards the mountain gate.

Although Cheng Hui was almost unconscious in one arm, he was still relieved.

And Mao Fugui looked at the two voices and shadows that came like arrows from the string, and spat: "Two more old things!"

It turned out that it was not the others who rushed to save people, it was the two old monks Fa Song and Fa Tan.

They are always in retreat on weekdays, and even when they come out to meet people, they look extremely old and slow in their movements.

Who would have thought that at this time, the volley would be able to be so fast.

When Cheng Hui saw the two uncles coming, he was relieved. He didn't care what happened to his arm, he only shouted loudly: "Two uncles, there are gangsters pretending to be beggars to shout!"

The old monk Fasong was originally thin, but at this time, he said in a loud voice: "Okay, the monks in the temple have been bitten by poisonous snakes. I want to see where the Divine is so domineering!"

Another fat old monk replied in a loud voice: "Yes!"

As soon as these two people came, Cheng Hui decided that he would be able to subdue the evil sect that called Mao Fugui.

Although I don't know what level Mao Fugui's real internal strength martial arts have reached, what he can hurt Cheng Xuan is by poison skills.

It was said that it would be extremely difficult to subdue such a guy who was good at using poison.

But their Shaolin Temple has a special way to deal with these evil sects.

I saw Cheng Hui suddenly fly up and stand on the top of a green pine.

The pine tree grew very tall, and the branches at the apex were thin and soft. Master Cheng Hui stood on it with his strength, his body swaying slightly with the branches, and the branches showed no signs of breaking.

Although the other two old monks came side by side, they were also separated at this time.

They stood on the high eaves at both ends of the mountain gate as if they had said yes.

The three of them began to recite words at the same time, and what they recited was nothing else, it was the "Great Compassion Mantra"!

This spell consumes extremely internal energy, and it cannot be practiced unless the martial arts reach a certain level.

The three old monks each stood on a high place, faintly surrounding Mao Fugui in the middle.

The three of them chanted the incantation today, and it sounded a lot more than the last time in the side hall.

This is because they have mustered up their internal strength and released their voices far away. It is more powerful than it was that day.

This "Great Compassion Mantra" is dedicated to those evil spirits and has no effect on those who are pure in heart.

Sure enough, under the chanting of the spells of these three people, the rest of the beggar gang disciples were fine, and that Mao Fugui obviously showed a look of pain!

Because this spell of Shaolin Temple is a spiritual technique, it does not need to be in contact with people, and it can make the wicked heart ache like a knife, and it is really the best way to deal with Mao Fugui.

Mao Fugui only felt that his heart was unbearable. He was determined to succeed in this trip to Shaolin and made several preparations.

I didn't expect Shaolin to hide such a powerful trick. He knew that if he was read by these three old monks again, he would probably not be good!

saw Mao Fugui suddenly rise from the sedan chair. Although his posture is still crooked, he doesn't look like a martial artist.

But the speed at which Mao Fugui flew up was really amazing, even if he was a top martial arts master, it was nothing more than that.

Mao Fugui calculated that Cheng Hui had just been poisoned among the three, and he should be the weakest person.

So he endured the pain in his heart and threw himself straight towards Chenghui.

As long as you can kill this old monk with one palm, then you can break this strange spell.

And there is nothing terrible about Shaolin Temple anymore!

The three Shaolin monks saw that this Mao Fugui was amazing, and they didn't see how they resisted, but stepped up their chanting mantras.

In this way, the power of the Great Compassion Mantra is further enhanced.

Mao Fugui's angina pectoris was also more intense, and he couldn't hang his feet with a breath of true qi, and the whole person fell sharply from mid-air.

Rao is four beggar disciples are fast on their feet, carrying a sedan chair to pick up Mao Fugui's body.

That Mao Fugui fell heavily on the sedan chair, and the four beggar disciples were almost crushed by the sedan chair.

But the four of them still tried their best to support the sedan chariot so that Mao Fugui would not fall to the ground again.

And that Mao Fugui was short of breath, pale, and collapsed in the chair.

He looked coldly at the three old monks above his head, and they regained their speed just now.

The pain in Mao Fugui's heart was not as unbearable as it was just now.

He gasped and flew towards another fat old monk.

It's just that Mao Fugui was together, and the three of them immediately accelerated their mantras.

As just now, he couldn't control his true qi and fell straight down, and was caught by the four beggar gang disciples.

Until this time, although Mao Fugui still couldn't crack the "Great Compassion Mantra" of Shaolin Temple, he had already tried out the weakness of this ghost spell!

As the sound of the three old monks chanting mantras returned to their original speed, Mao Fugui half-rolled his eyes before he breathed in his chest again.

Mao Fugui knew in his heart that this spell was his nemesis. It's impossible to break through hard-hitting, but he's not completely out of the blue.

As long as it is martial arts, there will be flaws!

Thinking of this, Mao Fugui no longer tried to attack the three Shaolin monks for the third time, but sat cross-legged.

Even now, the incantation still interfered with his heart's throbbing, and he didn't stop for a moment.

But Mao Fugui actually sat up at this moment.

His ability to concentrate is much stronger than that of Hong Wen, who was crazy that day.

I saw that Mao Fugui was sweating in pain, his hands were firmly grasping the handrails to prevent him from falling, and his knuckles were pinched white.

Obviously, Mao Fugui is using his own perseverance to resist the effectiveness of the "Great Compassion Mantra".

But just by resisting like this, can he defeat the three Shaolin monks?