"Outsiders say that you colluded with Tart Snow and harmed my fellow Taoists, and the abbot also warned us not to make assertions, now, you have so annihilated humanity and seriously injured the abbot, today, we must eliminate the harm for the martial arts!"

As soon as the middle-aged monk gave the order, the surrounding monks began to clench the long stick in their hands in unison.

Chen Jian looked at the middle-aged monk who took the lead steadily.

Shangguan Yunrui once told himself that the Shaolin faction has two highly respected masters, one is the abbot master Kuchan, and the other is his junior brother ascetic.

It is rumored that he ignored the temple affairs and indulged in the practice of martial arts all day long, and thus trained many warrior monks.

Now, seeing the middle-aged monk on the opposite side, and looking at the well-trained stick monk beside him, Chen Jian knew that he was the ascetic abbot in Shangguan Yunrui's mouth.

The ascetic martial arts cultivation is on par with the bitter Zen, plus so many warrior monks, Chen Jian knows that today, he is afraid that he will not be able to go down Shaomu Mountain.

Looking back at the monks who were waiting in battle, Jian Chen's eyebrows and feet were bent at this moment.

"The fists and feet have no eyes, and the things here are ruined, so wouldn't my Chen Jian add another sin. Why don't we go outside? I also want to learn a little bit about the Shaolin stick technique. ”

Chen Jian was right, the middle-aged monk was the junior disciple of Kuzen, ascetic.

Jian Chen's words surprised Ascetic a little.

Faced with the encirclement, everyone would think about how to get out, but they didn't expect that Jian Chen would take care of destroying the things in the temple.

Maybe he has other plans?

In the ascetic eyes, a trace of doubt flashed.

"Since the donor asks for it, the old man will do it!"

After thinking about it for a while, Ascetic decided to agree to Jian Chen's request.

The dignified Shaolin Temple is not afraid of your conspiracy.

Smiling slightly, Jian Chen clenched his fists to the ascetic, "Thank you Master for your success." ”

Ascetic picked up Kuzen from the ground, gently placed it on the bed, bowed his right finger slightly, and gently grasped Kuzen's wrist.

The pulse was weak, but there was no confusion, and there was a hint of hesitation in his ascetic expression.

It's just that when he saw the cold air around Kuzen's body that had not yet dissipated, his eyes turned to a heavy anger.

In the open space outside the abbot, Chen Jian was dressed in white and stood in the center of the field.

Around him were more than a dozen Shaolin disciples.

One color of yellow practice clothes, one color of gold round sticks.

The figure of the long stick trembled slightly because it was pregnant with the strength of the man who wielded it.

The end of the stick is the man in white in the middle circle.

At this time, Jian Chen stood still leaning against the wall, gently pulling a sword flower, and the long sword pointed obliquely, looking calm and relaxed.

The bearers of the stick let out a roar in unison, and the tip of the stick pointed to the middle.

With a long sigh, the cyan long sword in Jian Chen's hand let out a low sword roar, and the sword body, in the sun, flashed with a unique brilliance.

Slightly raised, Jian Chen's right foot was a little, and he flew up, and his body flew away like a swallow.

The monk of Shaolin Temple saw Chen Jian jumping away, holding a single palm at the end of the stick, using a slight force, and more than ten long sticks turned around and went into the air.

The momentum of the rush has arrived, Chen Jian's figure fell sharply, and the long sword in his hand turned into a graceful arc, heading towards the encirclement of the long stick.

The internal force attached to the sword fell, swinging a heavy sword qi, blocking the direction of the long stick in an instant, and deflecting the center of gravity one after another.

The Shaolin monk jumped up gently, grabbed the scattered long sticks, and held them in his hands.

The figure has fallen, and Jian Chen has returned to the stick formation again.

One blow did not turn into two blows, and before Chen Jian stood still, the long stick in front of him came as promised.

Slightly backward, Jian Chen's body was like an arch, which could avoid the attack of the monks of Shaolin Temple.

The second blow was not obtained, and the monk inadvertently changed the formation.

Divided into two, one group of long sticks, like a big bird, rushed forward to the ground, and the other long sticks, rose to the sky, and drank at Chen Jian's head.

This up and down attack is rarely fancy, but it is like thunder, ordinary people are shocked by such momentum, they have long been timid, and the momentum has already lost three points.

Chen Jian pretended to be frightened and retreated sideways, but the long sword in his hand stabbed out at the throat of a monk directly in front of him at a strange angle

The sword qi had arrived, and the monk hesitated, but before he could react, the tip of the sword almost penetrated his throat.

Hurriedly retracted the sword momentum, his body staggered, and Jian Chen's back was firmly hit with a few sticks.

Under the pain, Chen Jian saw that the monk's offensive had been resolved, and the sword move was handed over again.

The monk of the temple was forced to retreat a few steps by this sword, and finally tore a gap in the encirclement that had not been completely closed.

Wearing out, Chen Jian seized the opportunity and had a little respite.

However, the monks of Shaolin Temple are all people who have practiced martial arts for many years, and those who practice stick formations are even better at one in a thousand.

Master moves, not only to be subtle, but also to be quick.

Although Jian Chen temporarily left the stick formation, he only worked hard for a short time, and the stick formation was reorganized.

The internal breath is still a little disordered, but the monks have already deceived them again.

Holding the long sword again, Jian Chen stiffened his head and entered the stick formation again.

It's just that the internal force has been injured most of the time when he healed Kuzen before, and now that he has been beaten so many sticks, Jian Chen's steps now seem to be quite sluggish and sluggish.

Coupled with the sword in his hand, although the sword aura is strong and the sword light is dazzling, it is still a little sluggish to play blindly avoiding the key points of the monks.

Under the two phases, the victory and defeat of the two sides were soon decided.

Chen Jian finally fell to his knees without a blow in the crook of his leg, and at the same time, three long sticks landed on his shoulders.

Raising his head, Jian Chen's gaze met the ascetic who had been fighting on the outside.

"Amitabha, the donor can sacrifice himself for others at this time of life and death, and the old man admires it. "

Chen Jian was stunned for a moment, but then understood.

Fang Cai himself forcibly withdrew his sword in order to avoid hurting the monk, but it still did not escape his eyes.

With a faint smile, Jian Chen covered his chest, trying to curb the bubbling sweet breath that kept coming up in his body, "The younger generation has killed too many evils, and I don't want to do more for myself." "

Before the words fell, Chen Jian suddenly felt that his body was stagnant.

The ascetic stepped forward and hit his acupoint in the blink of an eye.

It was just the next second, but the ascetic hand lightly touched Jian Chen's wrist.

Jian Chen looked at the ascetic in confusion with a solemn expression, and his Zen eyebrows stood sideways.

"Amitabha. After a long time, the ascetic hands folded, "There is a cause and there must be a result, although the old man intends to let the benefactor return, but you hurt the abbot first, and the upper and lower, the old man must have an explanation, the grievance of the donor in my Shaolin meditation room for a few days, when the abbot wakes up, he has his own explanation!"

The robe was slightly flicked, and the acupoints on Jian Chen's body had been fully solved.

With a slight look of doubt, in front of Jian Chen, there were ascetic smiling eyebrows.

"Thank you Master for not killing!" Jian Chen slowly stood up, his face was indifferent.

The monk behind him put down the long stick in his hand and made way for Jian Chen.

Smiling slightly, Jian Chen hugged his fist at the ascetic, and walked forward calmly.

Behind them, the warrior monks put away their long sticks and followed unhurriedly.

The night of Shaomuro Mountain is a little different from that of Tianshan.

The night of the Tianshan Mountains is unusually quiet, with ice and snow in between, especially solemn and cold.

And the night of Shaomuro Mountain is more heavy.

The pine waves float, with layers of waves whispering.

The wooden fish slammed into each other, and the sound was rhythmically noted.

At this time, Jian Chen was sitting in a meditation room.

Inside, a huge Buddha statue flashes a unique halo in the light.

Concentrating and calming, Jian Chen closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his internal breath.

In the dantian, layers of true qi emerged, slowly swimming above the body.

The eight veins of the Qi Sutra are beating slightly under the slight flicking of the true qi.

His pale face was slightly red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After a long time, Jian Chen finally opened his eyes slowly.

With a deep heart, Jian Chen's gaze swept to his side.

Next to the bed, there was a piece of food, still steaming slightly.

With a thick smile on his face, Jian Chen's gaze re-examined the room.

Ancient Buddha, oil lamps, beds, tables and chairs.

It was simple and simple, but it made Chen Jian's heart rise with warmth.

I thought that I was trapped in the Shaolin Temple, and I must be shackled and shackled.

Unexpectedly, not only did the ascetic not control his acupoint, but the room was not locked, but two warrior monks were sent to guard it.

He should know that with his martial arts, the two warrior monks outside the door couldn't trap him at all.

All this qiē can only show that the ascetic is absolutely at ease with him.

It is believed that he will not take the initiative to flee.

But where his reassurance came from, Chen Jian didn't know.

Slowly picking up the food box, Jian Chen slowly began to pull the rice in the bowl.

His thoughts were tumbling endlessly.

In addition to being the son of Huofeng and Xuanlie, what else is hidden in his life experience?

At the beginning, he agreed with Xuan Lie to set a secret number in Pingyang County, one of the reasons was to find out Xuan Lie's identity.

If he is Hyun Yeol, he should have never met him, why do he have to mask himself every time he sees him.

Unless, he was an acquaintance of his own, but he didn't know that he was Xuan Lie.

Therefore, he deliberately set up a code to prove what he thought in his heart.

And the result also made him very pleased, Xuan Lie received his code very quickly.

Then, one thing is for sure, Xuan Lie must be hidden near Pingyang County.

Or, he is in Pingyang County at all.

But where he is and what his identity is, Chen Jian still has no clue.

Wulin Garden, Pingyang Mansion, or the Imperial Palace, or is it just the identity of a small citizen in the market?

Shaking his head, Jian Chen put down the food box in his hand, and his brows began to wrinkle.

In today's situation, I can no longer rely on anyone.

Xuan Yeol has been staring at himself in the dark, and once he finds out that he has something to do with others, he will inevitably affect others.

I can only check my own life experience.

And to investigate, the key point is what happened to Huofeng back then.

It's just, where to start?

In the Huachen rivers and lakes back then, everyone was in danger when it came to Huofeng, but few people really knew Huofeng.

At a loss, a bright light suddenly appeared in Jian Chen's heart.

By the way, Huachen has no news, why don't you go and explore Huofeng's life experience?

Perhaps, from her background, some clues can be dug up.

Thinking of the fire phoenix, in front of Jian Chen's eyes, the fiery phoenix slowly appeared again.

Is the fire phoenix that appeared in the palace and in Pingyang Mansion really his mother?

The biological parents who have been thinking about him in his heart finally have a clue now.

should be happy, why do you have an indescribable feeling?

"Let's go out of the water!"

Outside the door, there was a sudden shout.