Songshan Mountain, Zhongzhou, this historical mountain is located in the rivers and lakes of the prosperous faction - Shaolin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many Zhongzhou people are proud of Shaolin, and even the martial arts hall in Zhongzhou is not allowed to exist outside of Shaolin Kung Fu, and every owner of the Zhongzhou martial arts hall is a Shaolin lay disciple. It can be said that Shaolin is a veritable ruler in the Zhongzhou martial arts world.

The weather is slightly cool, and the sun is good.

Two men carrying an unknown object wrapped in cloth appeared at a hotel at the foot of Songshan Mountain in Zhongzhou.

"Brother Lin, who is this Wang Meng? He dared to directly issue a general order to Shaolin two days ago, so that the people in Shaolin who didn't want to die could stay away from Shaolin for two days. Zhao Yunlong wondered.

"Brother Wang's temper is quite hot, but he also happens to be in line with my heart. If you have to do it, you don't have to avoid it. It's just that if you can kill the sin that you can, it's better not to do it as much as possible. Brother Wang has already given a warning to the Shaolin disciples, and if they don't listen, it's no wonder that we can't blame us. Lin Fan said lightly, as if he was very satisfied with what Wang Meng had done.

Zhao Yunlong listened to Lin Fan's words and deeply agreed. Not all martial artists in Shaolin are accomplished martial artists, and there are also many novices who are just getting started. If you really want Zhao Yunlong to deal with those novices, Zhao Yunlong is afraid that it will be difficult to do it.

Shaolin.

"Senior brother abbot, according to the report, it seems that many Jianghu forces have come to the bottom of my Songshan Mountain. Yuan Zhi folded his hands and stood aside.

Yuankong, who was sitting on the futon, suddenly opened his eyes, "Do you know more about it? Is it the helper that Wang Meng found?"

"No, Wang Meng is learning family martial arts, but there is no portal. But senior brother, Wang Meng, he is not ......" Yuan Zhi stopped halfway through his words.

"It seems that the matter of the seventeenth branch has been revealed. Yuankong smiled wryly.

"Senior brother, what should I do now?" Yuan Zhi looked anxious, he was also involved in the assassination of these martial arts geniuses, if these people brought their teachers and the like to Shaolin to "explain", how should he deal with it?

"What are you anxious about? This matter is our Shaolin hundred-year plan, and there are many things at stake, and Uncle Benshan will not sit idly by!"

Hearing that his senior brother said that Uncle Benshan would not stand idly by, Yuan Zhi immediately calmed down. Since the state recruited the grandmaster to leave, there have been few grandmasters in the rivers and lakes. Benshan's promotion to the realm of grandmasters happened to be after the country recruited grandmasters. So he was not summoned by the country, but stayed in Shaolin Town to guard the mountain gate.

If it weren't for Benshan's action, Dong Tianrui, who was at the peak of his dark strength, would not have been caught and suppressed by Shaolin, and this suppression would have lasted for eight years.

"Since Uncle Benshan agreed to make a move, then I am relieved. Yuan Zhi restored the normal state of Gujing without waves, made a gesture, and withdrew from the abbot's meditation room.

Lin Fan and the others came to the second day at the foot of Song Mountain.

Mt. Shomuro.

A rugged man with a halberd in his hand stood.

"Brother Wang, you're here. The person who spoke was none other than Lan Feihong, and he was followed by a young man, who was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

"Brother Lan, what is this?" Wang Meng asked.

"In the next item of the king. The young man was neither humble nor arrogant, and said with his fists clenched.

"King Xiang?" Wang Meng thought silently in his heart, but he didn't know who King Xiang was.

It's no wonder that the name of King Xiang only spread in the rivers and lakes three years ago. Wang Meng was arrested and sent to the 17th branch of Noah's Ark for five years. When he returned to his hometown this time, he retrieved his tiger head double halberd, and he didn't have the time and channels to understand the situation in the rivers and lakes in recent years, so it was understandable that he didn't know that King Xiang, who was as famous as the sky.

After Wang Meng and Lan Feihong arrived, others also arrived one after another.

Lin Fan and Zhao Yunlong were the last to arrive.

"Brother Lin, you're here!" Wang Meng said loudly when he saw Lin Fan coming.

"Well, I'm not late, am I?" Lin Fan looked at the more than fifty people who had gathered around him, smiled, and asked.

"It's not too late, it's not too late. Wang Meng replied.

"It's not too late, then let's go up the mountain, today's business is finished today, and it's time for Shaolin to give us an 'explanation'. Lin Fan said coldly, anyone could feel the coldness in his words.

After saying that, the group went up the mountain in a mighty way.

"Major General Zhao, I really haven't seen you for many years. On the way, King Xiang came to Zhao Yunlong's side and said in a loud voice.

"King Xiang, why are you here?" Zhao Yunlong really didn't notice King Xiang at first.

"The Lan family was kind to my grandfather, and I came out this time to protect that kid from the Lan family. King Xiang pointed at Lan Feihong and said.

"I see, I thought Grandmaster Xiang was going to make a move. Zhao Yunlong said.

King Xiang pursed his lips, "It's just a Shaolin, why bother my grandfather to make a move, it's just a grandmaster, even if I'm not defeated, it's still easy to keep someone." ”

In the face of King Xiang's self-confidence, Zhao Yunlong really didn't know what to say.

While the two were still chatting, a loud shout stopped everyone's footsteps.

"Shaolin is closed today, and does not accept pilgrims, please stop. A majestic, black-bearded monk said.

"Pilgrims, monk, do you think we look like pilgrims?" Wang Meng asked, and everyone behind him laughed.

"Amitabha, since he came from afar, he is a guest, and the donor is naturally a guest. However, today's Shaolin temple is closed, it is really inconvenient to entertain you, and please go back. The monk said again.

"Monk, three days ago, I asked someone to warn Shaolin, and the people who stay in Shaolin today are all enemies under my king's fierce halberd. Don't say stupid things like let's go back, either get out of the way or fight me, life or death. Wang Meng shouted.

"Don't force people too much, Buddhism also has means of subduing demons!" The monk shouted, like King Kong angry.

"It's too much to force people, and it's a means of subduing demons?" Hahaha, monk, look at the halberd!" Wang Meng was completely enraged by the monk's two words.

Who is forcing people too much? Who is it who has been in prison for five years to assassinate himself?

Hypocrisy, a gentleman on the surface, a wicked person on the inside, who is a demon?

Wang Meng stepped up with his halberd and let out a tiger's roar in the air. Seeing this, the monk did not show weakness, his legs stomped suddenly, and the whole person was like a giant tree rooted in place, allowing the halberd to smash at him.

Wang Meng's double halberd with the sound of breaking the air, the energy wrapped around it, like a thunderbolt rushing to the moon, a halberd followed by a halberd smashed on the monk!

I only heard a bang, three sounds of gold and stone colliding, the monk was smashed upside down and flew out, and Wang Meng also regressed.

"The dragon yin golden bell jar in the late stage of dark energy, the tiger roaring iron cloth shirt is really good, monk, are you the eighteen bronze people of the previous generation? or this generation. ”

This kind of body refining technique, Lin Fan recognized it at a glance.

"Amitabha, donors, please retreat. Shaolin is a heavy land, and he doesn't want to kill more. The great monk did not reply to Lin Fan's words, but once again persuaded everyone to retreat.

"Good monk, no one in your eyes. Do you really think that no one can break through your defenses?" Wang Meng shouted, and once again bullied forward.

As soon as the king moved, so did the monks.

I saw the monk making a hammer with both hands, intending to hammer Wang Meng away. But he saw Wang Meng's halberd in one, and he pierced the monk with a sky-high momentum.

The fists and halberds collided, and a sound of gold and stone shattering suddenly arose! The monk's hands were pierced by the halberds under this halberd, and his fists were cut off.

The monk's fists were slashed, and his wrists were like faucets, and the blood could not stop flowing out.

"Monk, you can't blame anyone for killing yourself. Wang shook it violently and shook off the blood on the double halberd.

After the monk lost a lot of blood and passed out, Wang Meng returned to the crowd.

The crowd marched up the hill again, but as for the monk with his hands cut off, no one cared whether he lived or died.