Li Fengyun frowned, he is also a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes now, when someone said such things to him, he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

If this matter spreads, those who know the inside story may say that Li Fengyun is magnanimous, and he is afraid of Shaolin Temple and was driven away by two nameless monks of Shaolin Temple. Not only him, but even the brothers of the Fengyun Dart Bureau will be looked down upon a little bit because of this, and it will be difficult for him to walk on the rivers and lakes.

People fight for a breath, trees fight for a skin, Li Fengyun said in a deep voice: "Is this your Shaolin Temple's attitude towards Li?"

The black-faced monk was really reckless, his eyes widened, and he said angrily: "Yes, this is the attitude of my Shaolin Temple, do you get out or not?"

Li Fengyun sneered a few times and said, "How can you say that your Shaolin Temple is also Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, I didn't expect the disciples under the sect to be so arrogant."

We came to see with sincerity, and the Shaolin Temple didn't want to see us, so it was just a matter of hurting people.

Okay, Li Fengyun wants to see how great the Shaolin Temple is, and how to drive me Li Fengyun away!"

When the black-faced monk heard this, he couldn't hold back it, and shouted: "The monk is sweeping you out like this, what can you do?"

How could the Ding Monkey and other guards on the side allow him to be so presumptuous, without waiting for Li Fengyun to speak, Ding Monkey had already jumped out, pulled out his waist knife, and blocked in front of Li Fengyun.

Ding Monkey is a person who has been killed and killed on the battlefield of flesh and blood for an unknown number of times, and there are at least a dozen lives under his hands, and the waist knife is out of the sheath, and his body naturally exudes a fierce murderous aura, and he pounces on the black-faced monk.

The black-faced monk's martial arts cultivation is not low, probably in the middle and late stages of the third rate, he is a good master, and he does have some ability, but Shaolin Temple has rarely walked on the rivers and lakes in recent years, so he has no real experience with people, let alone a hundred battles like Ding Monkey.

His ability was not as good as Ding Monkey, and he was forced by the murderous aura on Ding Monkey's body, and he didn't feel that his hands and feet were a little weak, and his heart was flustered, and he couldn't have one percent of his strength left. After a few moves, he was attacked by Ding Monkey in a hurry, and he retreated again and again.

For a while, the broken branches on the bamboo broom flew wildly, and the big bamboo broom in the hands of the black-faced monk had now become a thick and short bamboo pole.

With a "click", the bamboo pole was cut in two by the Ding Monkey, and the blade slashed straight at the head of the black-faced monk.

Ding Monkey didn't intend to really hurt his life, and immediately put away the knife, but who knew that there was a sudden gray cloud in front of him, and the black-faced monk had disappeared, and Ding Monkey only felt that the knife in his hand was embedded in the iron mountain, and he couldn't cut it down, and he couldn't take it back.

Looking intently, I saw that there was a gray-robed monk in front of him, stretching out two fingers, and was tightly clamping the tip of the steel knife in his hand, and the black-faced monk had been thrown aside by the gray-robed monk.

It turned out that it was the fat-faced monk who saw that he couldn't stop the black-faced monk, and saw that the black-faced monk was not Ding Monkey's opponent, so he hurriedly ran to the temple to report the news and found rescuers.

The gray-robed monk had a gloomy face, his two fingers shook slightly, and with a "ding" sound, the tip of the steel knife in Ding Monkey's hand had been broken, and Ding Monkey only felt a majestic internal force surging towards him, shaking his arm numb, and in shock, he hurriedly let go of the steel knife, only to hear a "whoosh", the waist knife flew straight out, and was stuck on a big tree not far away, and the handle of the knife trembled non-stop.

The gray-robed monk glanced back at the black-faced monk and shouted, "Dingyuan, who let you do it with people?"

"No, Master, it's their ......" Dingyuan still wanted to argue, but was cut off by the gray-robed monk: "Shut up, as a monk, the six roots are not pure, and after learning some martial arts, he is blindly brave and ruthless, how can he look like a monk? ”

"Yes, Master!" Ding Yuan looked reluctant, folded his hands together, and turned around and walked towards the temple.

At this time, more than a dozen monks holding wooden sticks have poured out from the Shaolin Temple, standing on the left and right of the temple gate.

The gray-robed monk glanced at Ding Monkey and said to Li Fengyun: "Donor, no matter how unscrupulous the disciples of Shaolin Temple are, it is not the turn of outsiders to discipline them." Shaolin Temple has always been indisputable, even if General Li is famous all over the world, he should not be bullied to the head of Shaolin Temple. ”

Obviously, this person knew Li Fengyun, and he was by no means as ignorant as the two monks just now.

This person's martial arts are unfathomable, and he must be a first-class master. You must know that although the waist knife in Ding Monkey's hand is not a divine weapon, it is also built by a famous craftsman in the capital with a lot of money, and it is much stronger than an ordinary steel knife. This gray-clothed monk actually caught Ding Monkey's knife with only two fingers, and broke the tip of the knife, the internal force was so high that even Li Fengyun sighed.

Shaolin Temple is indeed worthy of being the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, the temple hides the dragon and the Crouching Tiger, and the teaching is impenetrable.

Although this person's words were equally inferior, Li Fengyun did not want to have a bad relationship with Shaolin Temple, so he took a breath and said: "I don't know the master's legal name, Li Fengyun does have something to ask to see the abbot of Shaolin Temple, ask to see Master Ran, and ask the master to fulfill it." ”

The gray-clothed monk snorted coldly and said: "Don't you dare, the poor monk is the head of the Dharma Academy, the imperial court is so powerful, and General Li is a famous tiger general in the Great Jin Dynasty, how can you be worthy of the word master?

The presiding abbot has already been injured by you, so why should you pretend not to know?

If the imperial court blindly forces each other, don't blame me for the Shaolin Temple to fight back. The clay figure also has three points of earthiness, although today's Shaolin Temple is not as good as before, but it is not bullied. It's a big deal, the fish die and the net is broken, and the jade is burned!"

"The fish die and the net is broken, and the jade is burned!"

"Get rid of this dog officer!"

"Shaolin Temple is not easy to mess with!"

......

Those disciples outside the Shaolin Temple shouted loudly.

"Master Huifa, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, was injured by someone sent by the imperial court?" Li Fengyun was shocked, who in the imperial court would be so stupid? You must know that Shaolin Temple has always been good friends with the imperial court, if it weren't for the big battle with Xuanwu Palace more than ten years ago, Shaolin Temple's vitality was greatly injured and forced to forbear, and the Jin Kingdom would not be so weak in the face of the Khitan threat.

A huge sect like Shaolin Temple, in the Khitan, only Chilian Cliff can barely compete with it.

offended the Shaolin Temple, without the support of the Shaolin Temple, if Dajin and others were to be pulled off a table leg.