"I've done as you said, and let all your friends go. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Tomorrow is the martial arts conference, I hope you don't let me down!"

Leaving Quzhou City, the Holy Lord Qin Xin took Ouyang Ziling and the Eight Great Dharma Protectors to the foot of Song Mountain. I was about to go to the Martial Arts Conference Center, and before going up the mountain, Qin Xin repeatedly instructed Ouyang Ziling in his ear.

At the martial arts conference, everyone wants to be famous, and everyone wants to raise their sect to a higher level in the rivers and lakes. But for Qin Xin, the Qin Ren Pavilion, which is already strong enough, does not need to fight for any more positions in the martial arts conference, she is just here to bring Ouyang Ziling, who has just entered the rivers and lakes, to hone and hone, and also to announce to the people in the rivers and lakes that there is an Ouyang Ziling on the rivers and lakes.

Without the backing of a famous family and the martial arts heroes to teach him martial arts, Azwa completely relied on his own talent and acquired efforts to practice the acupuncture and moxibustion techniques he learned from the geek doctor Shengjia Wuya to practice a unique secret book using silver needles as a weapon.

Different from the convening of the martial arts summit, this time the convening of the martial arts conference, there are more sects participating in the rivers and lakes, the relationship between the rivers and lakes is more complicated, and the details of each family are not very clear, the most important thing is that this time there is also the participation of Jinyiwei. In order to prevent any accidents, the abbot of Shaolin Temple selected the strongest Damo Academy from the 12 courtyards to be responsible for the safety of the entire conference.

In addition to countless profound martial arts cheats, the most attractive thing for Shaolin Temple is the "Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Array". Eighteen bronze array is the Shaolin Temple inside the special set up for the absconding disciples, this time the martial arts conference was held in the Shaolin Temple, the empty master made an exception to the Shaolin Temple Songshan 3 intersections, each is to arrange 6 people guard, once the martial arts conference is held, no one will be allowed to go down the mountain or up the mountain without authorization.

Every other year, the Shaolin Temple replaces the older bronze figures, and the vacant positions will be contested among the monks of the 12 halls. Among the 12 halls, the monks of the Dharma Academy are the easiest to successfully run for the bronze monks, because they only have Buddha in their hearts, only forbearance in their temperament, and they are even more proficient in kung fu.

The Shaolin warrior monk in charge of security took the invitation to the conference handed by Qin Xin, and carefully looked at the group of women standing in front of him. Honestly got out of the way, stood on both sides of the mountain intersection, and shouted "Amitabha" complimentally, leading the people of Qinren Pavilion up the mountain.

"Drive, drive, drive......"

At the foot of Songshan Mountain, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves.

"The front is the Shaolin Temple, everyone cheer up and be cautious!"

Li Zitao, who was bare-chested and half-armed, held the reins with one hand, and swung a short whip on the horse's buttocks with the other hand, hoping to rush to the Shaolin Temple as soon as possible.

"They're the people of the Family Pavilion, ......aren't they?"

When the warrior monk who had just been escorted returned, the few little monks standing at the mountain junction began to talk in a whisper. Because he is a monk disciple of Shaolin Temple, it is basically difficult to have the opportunity to go to the rivers and lakes and walk around the mortal dust. Although every woman in the Qinren Pavilion is vicious, each of them is a fairy. If you want to test whether the monks of Shaolin Temple are all six roots, a very simple way is to let the women of the Qinren Pavilion be charming in front of them, and the monks who can hold on for two seconds are pure people.

"Be quiet, you are looking for death! The people of the Qinren Pavilion are also what you can discuss! Not to mention that the abbot master will punish you, just let the people of the Qinren Pavilion listen, you will definitely suffer!"

A big monk came down from the mountain and scolded the few small monks guarding in front of him.

"Appeal ......"

With a long sigh, the five tigers of the Jinyi Guard stopped one after another. One step from the horse to the ground, one by one powerful standing at the foot of Songshan to guard the monk in front of the monk, the Bodhidharma monk looked up and down, only to feel that only one of the five people in front of him was righteous and awe-inspiring, and the rest were murderous.

"Amitabha!"

The Bodhidharma monk clasped his hands together and called the five tigers to stop at the mountain intersection.

"Donor, please show me the invitation to the conference. ”

The warrior monk politely stretched out an empty hand.

"Get out of the way!"

He is a Jinyi Wei Qianhu, and he has been used to rampage in major officialdoms and rivers and lakes, Li Zitao didn't care about the origin of the monk standing in front of him now, and waved his thick arm casually, wanting to stride over directly.

"You're ......!"

Although he just waved casually, his strength was not too small. Li Zitao thought that he could push away the monk's thinner looking arm that was blocking in front of him, but the monk blocked it very easily. No matter how Li Zitao burst out of his true energy, the monk was still smiling, putting one hand to his mouth and reciting "Amitabha", very politely hoping that Li Zitao would take out the conference invitation.

"Little monk, you want to compete with me, right?"

After a simple brute force confrontation, Li Zitao did not gain the upper hand. Li Zitao, who has always wanted to save face, is now a little enraged, thinking about fighting the guy in front of him.

"Donor ......"

"Look for ...... death!"

Before the little monk could open his mouth to continue explaining, the barbarian Li Zitao took the lead in taking advantage of the little monk's unpreparedness and punched hard.

"Second brother, be careful......!"

Ling Feng, who was standing on the side, saw that the situation was wrong, and immediately rushed forward, and made a quick move to stop the little monk's quick move. The anxious Li Zitao didn't notice it at all, in fact, at the moment when he punched, the little monk's eyes had quickly shifted his attention to the fist, and he quickly reacted and made a move. Although Ling Feng knew that the little monk's move would not take the initiative to hurt Li Zitao, Ling Feng was worried that Li Zitao, who was angry on his head, would not be careful, so he took the initiative to bump into it. Before Li Zitao left, Ling Feng quickly stretched out an arm to hug Li Zitao's burly body. The agile little monk saw that Li Zitao had been stopped, but quickly accepted the move before Li Zitao found out that he had made a move.

"Ling Qianhu, what are you doing?!"

Li Zitao, who was stopped, didn't notice the dangerous situation he was in just now, but instead sprinkled the anger in his heart on Ling Feng's head and questioned Ling Feng loudly.

"Second brother, we came to the city this time to run for the martial arts supreme on the order of the nine thousand years old, not to entangle with ordinary monks, we are short of time now, and entanglement with them will only make us confused, and it will affect your performance in the martial arts conference in the future, big brother!"

Ling Feng slowly let go of his arm, and while persuading the barbarian Li Zitao bitterly, he did not explain how powerful the little monk was just now, because Ling Feng understood that even if he said it, there would be no better results.

"You are the brocade guards sent by the nine thousand years old?!"

The little monk who had almost made a move just now asked Ling Feng very politely.

"Nonsense, get out of the way of ......!"

Ling Feng didn't want to yell at the polite monk like this, but now that he had a special identity, Ling Feng had to continue acting according to the script that had been arranged.

"Hurry up and ......!"

Knowing the identities of the few people in front of them, the few warrior monks standing at the mountain intersection didn't dare to be a little lazy, so they also politely made way for Ling Feng and his group of five.

"I didn't expect that there was a second person on my shadowless hand who could see clearly in an instant, it seems that there is a peerless master among the five of them......" (To be continued.) )