The martial arts conference became more and more lively, and more and more people appeared, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who had been hiding behind the scenes, finally couldn't hold it back and stepped forward to the stage, and the secret of more than 30 years ago was revealed.

"Ah Zhu, you take Ah Zi to your father. "Knowing that he killed his mother's enemy, Xiao Feng should take revenge. Ah Zhu wanted to persuade him, after all, the other party was Murong Bo, her savior. But looking at Xiao Feng's eyes, Ah Zhu swallowed his words again.

Murong Fu learned that the mysterious person who had been helping him turned out to be his father, and immediately resurrected on the spot with full blood and fought with the Xiao father and son. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have the same martial arts, and Xiao Feng is a cut above Murong Fu's skills, no accident, the Murong family will be defeated sooner or later. In addition, the two families are of different races, no one on the field is willing to interfere, and no one is willing to save Murong Bo.

Murong Bo saw that the situation was not good and wanted to flee to the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, but at this time, Lin Anzhi fell from the sky and grabbed him. Murong Bo wanted to resist, but his martial arts were far from Lin Anzhi's.

Xiao Yuanshan saw that his great enemy was captured, and turned to attack Lin Anzhi. Lin Anzhi was unceremonious, and used the Dou Zhuan Star Shift to return Xiao Yuanshan's King Kong palm power to him, and then captured him again.

"Brother Lin, what are you doing here?" Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask when he saw Xiao Yuanshan injured by Lin Anzhi's hands.

"The surname is Lin, let my father go!" Murong Fu roared and rushed towards Lin Anzhi.

Lin Anzhi ignored the two, he held Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu in both hands, like a swallow in the clouds, passing above the group of heroes and heading down the mountain. Everyone was in a daze, and no one dared to stop them. When everyone came back to their senses, Lin Anzhi was already on the mountainside.

"If you want Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, just go down the mountain!" Lin Anzhi's voice echoed in Shaomu Mountain, and the people on the mountain didn't understand what he meant. Everyone looked at Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, thinking to themselves, could it be that Lin Anzhi said this to them?

"Brother Lin, wait!"

"Lin Anzhi, don't go!"

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu chased down the mountain, Shaolin Temple because Xuan Ci had just died, and the monks and six gods had no owner, so they did not make a move.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu had just left the mountain gate, and Zhang Sanfeng and others in the main hall came out one after another, all following Lin Anzhi's trails. Martial arts masters from all over the world recognized them and were all surprised, because masters of their level easily did not move, and as soon as they moved, there would be big things.

"Zhang Zhenren is also here?"

"There is also the Pang Bian of the Demon Gate, and the waves of the Angry Jiao Gang!"

"Our first person in Datang, Ning Daoqi, is also here!"

"And our Ming Dynasty's Four Great Swords!"

Everyone on the mountain talked about it, and some of them quietly went down the mountain, although they didn't know what was going on, but it was definitely not a trivial matter to be able to alarm a master like Zhang Sanfeng and them!

Lin Anzhi did this, but it relieved a lot of pressure on the Shaolin Temple, and the big people with heads and faces all went down the mountain, and the rest of the Shaolin Temple could cope with it.

No one noticed, and a gray figure left the Shaolin Temple.

Lin Anzhi took Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan for thirty or forty miles before stopping.

"Boy, what do you want to do with the old man?" Xiao Yuanshan fell to the ground, struggling to stand up, but Lin Anzhi's acupoint technique was so ingenious, he could only do useless work. Compared to him, Murong Bo was much more honest, but in fact, he was also trying to find a way to break through the acupoints.

"You don't have to be like this, I don't plan to use you to threaten Xiao Feng and Murong Fu. You should know that if I were to attack them, they would not be able to resist at all. Lin Anzhi said with a smile.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo nodded secretly, with Lin Anzhi's capture of their martial arts, the other party had definitely surpassed the grandmaster.

"Then what do you want?" asked Murong Bo.

Lin Anzhi said: "I'm waiting for the two masters to appear. ”

"My master?" the two were surprised.

"Not bad. ”

Xiao Yuanshan said: "My master has long passed away......

Murong Bo said: "I don't have a master!"

Lin Anzhi shook his head: "What I have to wait for is not your previous master, but the future master." ”

The two of them glanced at each other, but they didn't understand what Lin Anzhi meant. When they saw Lin Anzhi sitting on the plate and pranayama, closing their eyes and recuperating their minds, they all wanted to use his martial arts, and the people waiting for them must also be the likes of the Great Grandmaster, but the two of them had never seen other Great Grandmasters, let alone worship the Great Grandmaster as a teacher!

At the time of a cup of tea, Zhang Sanfeng chased here, and with him were Huang Shang, Pang Ban, Lang Chuyun, Ning Daoqi, and after them, Xiao Feng, Murong Fu, Ye Gucheng and others also arrived. After that, dozens of people came down one after another, all of them were grandmasters, including Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, Lu Xiaofeng, Jiu Mozhi, Guo Songyang, and the old man Tianji...... Although it is not absolute, it can basically be seen from the speed of going down the mountain.

"Dad!" Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were about to step forward, but were stopped by Zhang Sanfeng.

"Don't be impulsive, Lin Xiaoyou didn't mean to hurt your father. Zhang Sanfeng's hand lightly pressed on their shoulders, and the two of them felt that they were pressed by the mountain and could not move.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Anzhi suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly: "Since the seniors have arrived, why haven't they shown up?"

"Amitabha. A Buddha horn sounded in everyone's ears, and an old monk in a gray robe suddenly appeared in front of everyone. He looked very old, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but no one in the room dared to ignore him.

"Shaolin sweeping monk, we have finally met!" Lin Anzhi got up, and the fighting intent on his body was rising.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that there would be such a genius as a donor in the world, but he was only in his twenties, and he had already become a great master. The sweeping monk said happily or sadly.

"The master is overrated. "Lin An's way," the size of achievement is not in age, but in the limit. In today's prosperous era of martial arts, there are endless masters, and there are several people who are qualified to shatter the void. But looking at the world, the limit of martial arts can surpass the master, I am afraid that only Zhang Zhenren is the only one. Really, the master is no worse than Bodhidharma. ”

There were many great masters present, and listening to Lin Anzhi's comments, some people thought so, and some people were unconvinced. But now it is Lin Anzhi and the sweeping monk who are discussing, and no one is disturbing.

"The master is here for them. "Lin An's way.

"Amitabha, since the donor knows, why bother?"

Lin Anzhi said with a smile: "If I don't do this, I'm afraid the master won't go down the mountain." The master lived in seclusion in the Shaolin Temple, practiced Zen mind, and was one step away from being a golden-bodied Arhat. The master wants to find a new protector for Shaolin before shattering the void, and at the same time, he also wants to use the merits of the protector to break through. The two of them are the master's choice. In order to train them, the master has spent a lot of effort. ”

The sweeping monk nodded slightly.

"Sure enough!" Lin Anzhi's eyes flashed with excitement, "The master has accumulated over the years, once he breaks through, the realm will far surpass the ordinary broken void." That's why I chose the Master as my opponent. ”

Those great grandmasters know the details of the sweeping monks somewhat, after all, there are only a few great grandmasters in the world. However, those grandmasters were shocked and inexplicable, for many people, the Shattered Void was simply a legend, but now, this legend was about to come true!

"The old monk has already understood the donor's plan, since this is the case, please ask the donor to help. ”

Lin Anzhi threw Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan aside, and Murong Fu and Xiao Feng hurriedly caught them. He threw it casually, and he had already unlocked the acupoints on the two of them. After regaining their freedom, the two did not leave, but watched with the crowd, because they still had many questions in their minds.

"Okay!" Lin Anzhi pulled out the purple sword, and the purple light on the sword flowed. A leaf was blown up by the wind and touched the Ziying Sword, and the leaf immediately split into two halves.

Lin Anzhi and the sweeping monk were five or six feet apart, both of them were gathering momentum, and in the end, Lin Anzhi made the first move. He has been honing his swordsmanship for the past three years, and finally created his own broken sword. There are no complicated moves in this swordsmanship, but each sword has the power of shattering the heavens and the earth, and it is brilliant and irresistible.

The sweeping monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and a golden bell appeared outside his body. This golden bell is not an entity, but a result of his spirit. This kung fu of his, many people are also familiar with, it is the golden bell jar of Buddhism!

"Alright, twelfth golden bell jar, see if you can stop my broken sword!"

Lin An's sword stabbed on the golden bell's body, silently. His sword slowly moved forward, while the sweeping monk still folded his hands, as if he had given up resisting. What was surprising was that Lin Anzhi's Ziying Sword only pierced into the body of the bell two inches in the end, and he could no longer move forward.

"What a powerful golden bell jar!" Everyone secretly praised, the sharpness of the Ziying Sword is famous all over the world, but in Lin Anzhi's hands, it can't break the body protection magic of the sweeping monk!

Lin Anzhi was not discouraged, the golden bell jar was a supreme divine skill, not to mention that the sweeping monk had already completed his cultivation. He withdrew the Ziying Sword, and without hesitation, another stab, the same move, the same response of the sweeping monk, but everyone saw that he took half a step back!

"Come again!"

Lin Anzhi's long hair was flying, and his body was surging with unprecedented battle intent, and his plain sword seemed to have become the only scenery in heaven and earth, and other than that, everyone could no longer see anything else. And the sweeping monk still folded his hands and bowed his head silently.

"What is this for?" Ling Lingfa finally rushed to the bottom of the mountain, but saw Lin Anzhi holding a long sword and constantly stabbing an old monk, full of puzzlement. He has the peak combat power of a grandmaster, but he does not have the realm of a grandmaster, and he can't understand the battle between the two.

Li Xunhuan, who also came late, was different, he closed his eyes slightly, and he could clearly feel the physical and spiritual competition between Lin Anzhi and the sweeping monk. Lin Anzhi's sword contained all his Dao, and the same was true of the sweeping monk's golden bell jar. As great grandmasters, both of them have mastered countless divine skills, but when they finally competed, they used the simplest tricks.

In half an hour, Lin Anzhi's foot stabbed the sweeping monk with one hundred and eight swords!

"Lin Xiaoyou's swordsmanship has transcended the art and entered the Tao, and the golden bell jar of the monk has completely surpassed the Bodhidharma Patriarch and walked out of his own way. Zhang Sanfeng sighed.