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It can't be long, the principle of heaven and earth, although these two people are physically strong, the storm-like attack is fruitless, and their momentum is stagnant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a breath of true qi supporting, otherwise, they can't be so violent, but once the other party survives this breath, they can only retreat and pause, and it takes a period of momentum before they can attack the storm again.

As soon as they staggered, Song Mengjun's sword light rose, and he attacked with the trend, which was like spring rain, but it was unguardable.

The two of them cooperated tacitly, and the two of them had four scimitars, which was far easier than a knife to defend, which was comparable to Song Mengjun's sword momentum.

They had no strength left to attack, but Song Mengjun couldn't break through the sword net of the two, and for a while, the situation in the field was at a stalemate.

"Can Sister Song defeat them?" Su Qingqing approached Xiao Yuesheng and asked in a low voice, glancing at Song Mengjun for fear of being heard by her.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, his expression was determined, and he smiled: "Don't worry, the Song Gang Master will not be defeated." ”

"These two people are so powerful!" He Xueqing sighed with palpitations, if she had changed herself, the round of fierce attacks just now would not be able to resist at all, and would have been destroyed.

Su Qingqing nodded and exclaimed: "No wonder you are so arrogant that you dare to go to Shaolin to find trouble." ”

Although they have a very bad impression of these two people, they will not open their eyes and talk nonsense, they are obviously strong in martial arts, and they will belittle them.

"Sir, these two people are really notorious?!" Su Qingqing asked in a low voice.

Xiao Yuesheng snorted lightly, his warm eyes froze, and he glanced at them coldly: "I once had the intention of killing them, but it is a pity that they are outside the plug, and the whip is beyond the reach of the whip, this time I sent them to the door, I don't take their surname, I am ashamed of the common people!"

Su Qingqing nodded hard: "Yes...... Such a brutal fellow, indiscriminately killing innocents, killing the best, saving more harm!"

"Sister Song won't spare them. He Xueqing looked at these two people, and was very concerned about the situation in the field, the martial arts of these two people were really good, and if she was a little careless, Sister Song would be in danger of capsizing in the gutter at every turn, and it would be a big trouble.

Su Qingqing snorted: "This Li Tianze, how can it be so reasonable, there is no distinction between black and white at all, he only wants revenge, he is so narrow-minded, Li Daxia has no successor." ”

Su Qingqing also heard a little about Li Kaiye in the four continents of a sword, and admired it in his heart, seeing Li Tianze acting like this, he felt disdainful in his heart, and felt a deep pity for Li Kaiye.

"Shut up!" Li Tianze suddenly turned around, his eyes widened, and he glared at Su Qingqing fiercely, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

He couldn't bear it, these women kept making irresponsible remarks about their fathers, and they kept slandering them.

When it comes to his father, the people in the martial arts he met all gave a thumbs up, praised the hero, and his face was full of admiration, but these three women did not put their father in their eyes at all, he was extremely annoyed, and the killing intent was great.

"Who are you, dare to look down on your father like this?!" he stared at Su Qingqing fiercely with his eyes and asked in a low voice, faintly with a roar.

Su Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, with a hint of mockery at the corner of her delicate snow-white mouth: "Li Daxia is certainly admirable, but no one is perfect, is it possible, to worship him as a god?!"

"You ......!" Li Tianze's face was twisted and the muscles were twisted, he stared at Su Qingqing, grabbed the hilt of the sword hard, and slowly pulled it out.

"Annoyed and angry, do you want to do it?!" Su Qingqing snorted lightly, glanced at him disdainfully, turned his head away, and ignored it again.

Being despised by such a beautiful woman, for men, it is intolerable, "Qiang-" The long sword is unsheathed, and Li Tianze is in front of him.

His demeanor remained, his tone was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "You are so presumptuous, you must have something to rely on, do it!"

After that, as soon as the long sword was handed over, the Hundred Battles Sword stabbed out in an instant, light and fast, seemingly careless, but the power was amazing.

Su Qingqing stepped on her feet, took a step back lightly, dodged the long sword, the long sword at her waist was unsheathed, and when she saw Song Mengjun doing it, she was also itchy, so she made a flirtatious speech, Li Tianze's breathlessness was exactly what she wanted.

One more step, the light body swept diagonally, came to Li Tianze's right side, the sword and the body merged, and stabbed with the trend, fast and light.

The swordsmanship of the two of them is light and agile, their bodies are like marquees, their swords are like electricity, and they are like dragonflies touching water.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them have passed more than 20 moves, extremely fast, looking dazzling, as if there is no killing opportunity, just like a brother and sister learning martial arts.

But the swordsmanship of the two of them is a hidden needle, which seems to be light and graceful, and once it hits its gap, it is often killed with one blow.

On that side, Song Mengjun had already regained his disadvantage, one sword encircled the four scimitars, and he was at ease, his jade face was still cold, and his eyes were indifferent.

The two murderers outside the plug also took the opportunity to ease their breath, switching from offense to defense, lazily without enterprising, Song Mengjun did not persecute, and circled their scimitars unhurriedly.

In the one go attack just now, although she defended, she spent more strength than the two, and besides, she was one against two.

Her expression has always been cold, without the slightest abnormality, her breathing is steady, and she does not see any signs of weakness, and she has not thought of the double murderer.

He Xueqing stood by the sword, staring at the two groups of people in the field with gentle eyes, sometimes looking at Song Mengjun, sometimes turning to Su Qingqing, and the nervousness in her heart was not inferior to that of the second daughter.

"Mr. Xiao, why don't you make a move?!" she suddenly remembered, turned her head violently, and glared at Xiao Yuesheng angrily.

"They are looking for the Song Gang Master, if I make a move, it will be too much. Xiao Yuesheng spread her hands and smiled slightly, disapproving.

When the two meet, they always quarrel, He Xueqing is not like other women, she respects him very much, but whenever there is an opportunity to damage him and ridicule him, she will never let go.

She glanced at Xiao Yuesheng: "Everyone is desperate in front of beautiful women, it's good for you, don't leave, fight backwards, and have no ambitions!"

Xiao Yuesheng pretended not to hear, touched his nose, and quarreled with women, which was not something commendable.

"Della hey, hey, hey!" a loud cry from the two murderers outside the plug, with a fierce and aggressive look.

The other nodded, and the two of them shouted at the same time, the cold light flashed, and the four scimitars sped up at the same time, dazzling like four rounds of the sun, enveloping Song Mengjun in it.

The stormy offensive surged up, and Song Mengjun suddenly swayed in the small boat in the sea, swaying in the stormy waves, and the boat was about to perish at any time.

But her swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, and she usually fights with Jiang Nanyun a lot, and when she responds to the enemy, she uses it with great skill that is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Her long sword was soft, and she kept arcing, protecting the acupoints on her body, weaving a sword net, dense and dense, without any flaws.

She has deep internal strength and is stronger than the two of them, so she can block the two of them, and for a while, although she is at a disadvantage, she can still resist.

"Woo Mi Hey!" the two of them shouted again.

The sword light became even more violent, engulfing her like a flood, and the two of them suddenly seemed to have taken a strong pill, and the fierceness was amazing.

"Look at the sword!" He Xueqing screamed, flew up, stabbed out the long sword, drew a match, and rolled towards the dazzling sword light.

The room was suddenly a little cold, her heart was cold, and at this time, the sword aura was pervasive, and the temperature in the room suddenly lowered.

The two of them were about to break through Song Mengjun's defense, but they had a long sword attack, and the cold air was cold, and they knew at a glance that they were not weak hands.

As a last resort, the sword light of the two of them froze, slowed down a little, and enveloped He Xueqing in it.

He Xueqing and Song Mengjun were together, and the sword light skyrocketed, and it suddenly overwhelmed the sword light, letting the two of them go berserk and stand still.

They joined hands and cooperated tacitly, one defended, one attacked, and for the scimitar, just a slight stab will disintegrate the opponent's moves, which is exquisite.

When they are together, they often need three people to learn from Jiang Nanyun, and they have cultivated a tacit understanding with each other.

The swordsmanship of these two people is different from the swordsmanship of Jiangnan Yun, so the two of them merged their swords, and their power increased greatly, instantly reversing the situation and reversing the situation.

For a while, the light of the double murderous knife outside the plug was dim, and it could only be supported hard, and it was difficult to take a step beyond the thunder pool, only the ability to parry, and there was no power to fight back.

"Let's go!" the two shouted together, the sword light skyrocketed, and while the two women were defending, they jumped back, turned around and left, and in the blink of an eye, they had fled.

On the other side, Li Tianze was swords-to-sword with Su Qingqing, light and fast, and his moves were exquisite, looking like a dance, and it was very good-looking.

He watched the six roads, heard the eight directions, and saw the two murderers fleeing from the outside of the plug, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart, and his moves were sluggish.

The swordsmanship of the two of them was as light as fluttering, as fast as lightning, and he flashed his kung fu, and the sword on his wrist fell to the ground.

Su Qingqing floated and retreated, snorted lightly, and lazily returned the long sword to the sheath.

Li Tianze covered his wrists, stared at her viciously, picked up the Hundred Battles Sword with his left hand, put it into the sheath, and without saying a word, turned around and left.

"Sister Su, you are ruthless, his right hand is useless!" Song Mengjun shook his head, disapproving.

Su Qingqing was disgusted: "Such a womanizer is going to abolish him,...... If it weren't for Li Daxia's face, I would have slaughtered him with this sword!"

"It's so fierce, it's been ruined by Sister Jiang!" Song Mengjun shook his head and sighed.

He Xueqing's gentle eyes swept Xiao Yuesheng, and she smiled coquettishly: "In the final analysis, it was taken by Mr. Xiao that he was broken, and he didn't take people's lives seriously...... Let's just be affected by it!"

Su Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, she didn't refute, Xiao Yuesheng didn't make a move, and if she made a move, she would take someone's surname, so ruthless, they were indeed affected by it unconsciously.

Now that he is pure, he doesn't dare to come again. He Xueqing moved the embroidery pier back and kicked the round table with her foot.

The round table moved horizontally and returned to its original place, the force of this foot was soft and gentle, and the soup on the table was not spilled, and it was very stable.

A few people sat down, got some old wine, added ginger and sugar, and after warming it, everyone gathered around the table to drink and talk.

The old wine soothes the muscles and invigorates the blood, and at first glance, the blood boils, and the old wine relieves.

Drink a jar of old wine, heat the dishes, and then start eating again, talking and laughing, everyone is slightly drunk, very happy.

"Mr. Xiao, you say, this Li Tianze is not ugly, and his family background is like this, but he is a color embryo, is it strange?!" He Xueqing squinted her eyes slightly, her eyes were radiant, as if she had been smeared with a layer of oil, bright and moving.

"The world is so big, there are no surprises, and there are nothing. Xiao Yuesheng put down his wine glass and smiled.

Su Qingqing shook her head: "These two double murderers are also very weird, I thought they were so tough!"

"That's not true. Song Mengjun said: "If you can't beat it, you can run, no wonder the murderer is famous, but he can live until now!"

"Sister Song, why did such a vicious person let go in vain?!" Su Qingqing raised her eyebrows lightly and asked puzzled.

"Their sword skills are too strong, I'm afraid that there are still killer skills that haven't been used, and I'm really not sure. Song Mengjun shook his head and sighed.

"Isn't there still a gentleman!" Su Qingqing was disgusted and glanced at her.

Song Mengjun's eyes were like water, he glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, smiled, and didn't say anything more.

After drinking, two blush rose on her white jade-like face, like a sunset about to set, delicate and beautiful.

The next morning, after they got up, Xiao Er knocked on the door outside, and said that there was a person waiting outside, it was Li Kaiye and Li Daxia.

Xiao Yuesheng and the five of them glanced at each other, and said secretly, finally came.

"Please come here. Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and commanded Xiao Er gently.

Xiao Er agreed, and hurriedly turned around and went out.

Song Mengjun's three daughters sat down next to Xiao Yuesheng, and Xiao Xiang came to Xiao Yuesheng and stood behind, looking forward to it, wanting to see who this Li Kaiye was.

Soon, a middle-aged man stepped in, followed by Li Tianze, bowing his head and bowing his head, like a defeated rooster, without any energy at all.

This middle-aged man has a square face, a straight nose, big eyes and thick eyebrows, and he suddenly has a good impression when he looks at it, and he feels that this person must be honest and selfless.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he hadn't woken up, but when he opened them, he was full of lightning, making people dare not look directly, and he was domineering.

"Gang Master Song, under Li Kaiye, bring Bu Xiaozi to make amends!" Li Kaiye entered the house, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng who was sitting on the main seat, nodded slightly, and said with a solemn expression.

His eyes were open, and the lightning flickered, and although his expression was mild, he still carried an air of not being angry and arrogant, and the faint man, under his gaze, trembled.

"A sword is cold to the four continents, Li Daxia, the younger generation has admired the name for a long time!" Song Mengjun got up and saluted, with a hint of a smile on his cold face.

Li Kaiye smiled faintly and shook his head: "It's a little famous, it's not enough to worry about it, the Blue and White Gang in Lin'an City is famous, and it is in Xia Jiuyang!"

Song Mengjun sat down and glanced at Li Tianze with bright eyes, his right wrist was wrapped in a cloth, unable to move, and his expression was sluggish, as if he had suffered a great pain.

"Li Daxia, I offended your son, and the juniors apologized first!" she said lightly.

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Li Kaiye waved his hand and let out a long sigh: "The son doesn't teach, the father's fault is the ...... of being rude."

He turned his head and glared at Li Tianze, his eyes were full of lightning, hitting people's hearts, and he snorted heavily: "...... This son of a scoundrel is acting so absurdly, he deserves to be repaid!"

Song Mengjun watched coldly, just looked at it lightly and kept silent.

"Son, don't kneel down and kowtow!" Li Kaiye snorted angrily.

Li Tianze glanced at his father, and saw that his eyes were wide open, and lightning burst out, if he didn't do what he said, he was afraid that he would be slapped to death with one palm.

With a helpless sigh, he stood up slowly, came to Song Mengjun, slowly bent his legs, and was about to kneel.

Song Mengjun got up, took a step sideways, twisted his body, avoided it, and said to Li Kaiye: "Li Daxia, the younger generation doesn't dare to be, there is no need to be like this!"

Li Kaiye snorted angrily and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This son of a scumbag, misbehaved, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't made a big mistake yet, I would have killed him with one palm!"

When he glanced at Li Tianze, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and there was no father-son affection at all, as if he had broken off his righteousness.

Li Tianze felt that he had no face to see people, lowered his head, and didn't see the coldness in his father's eyes.

"No one is wrong, nothing can be changed, and there is no great goodness,...... Li Shaoxia's surname is not bad, Li Daxia does not need to be sad. Song Mengjun said lightly, glancing at Li Tianze: "Li Shaoxia, you don't have to be like this. ”

Li Tianze hesitated, did not kneel, and turned his head to look at his father.

Li Kaiye waved his hand and said coldly: "Get out, don't be embarrassed here!"

Li Tianze hurriedly walked out as if he had been amnestied, not daring to stay for a moment, lest his father change his mind and have any tricks.

He was originally personable, but at this time, he was like a lost dog, and Song Mengjun's daughters looked at it with some pity, shook their heads and sighed.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly and was silent, like a transparent person, it was easy for people to ignore their existence.

"This son of a!" Li Kaiye watched Li Tianze run out in a gloomy manner, and scolded angrily in incomprehension.

"Song Gang Master, alas...... , really, I really don't know what to say!" Li Kaiye turned to Song Mengjun, apologetic mixed with shame.

Song Mengjun explained: "Mr. Xiao once said that it is inevitable that a husband will not have a virtuous wife and a son, and Li Daxia does not have to blame himself!"

"Alas......" Li Kaiye smiled bitterly, let out a long sigh, and for a moment, his spirit was sluggish, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He looked like this, the women were sad, and they could faintly feel his discomfort, all year round, running around, chivalrous and righteous, punishing evil and eliminating evil, but his son became a wicked person, and he made people, as soon as he did!

Shaolin

In the early morning, there is a bird chirping and chirping around Shaolin, and the morning bell rings slowly, showing the quiet and far-reaching of the ancient temple.

Jiang Nanyun was dressed in a white satin practice uniform, shining, holding a frost sword, dancing in the small courtyard surrounded by bamboo forests.

The sword light is like frost, the surrounding bamboo branches are falling, and she is cut by the vertical and horizontal sword qi, her posture is graceful, like dancing, like a fairy in the sky, fluttering and flying.

Ren Yingying stood on the steps under the eaves, watching intently, breathtaking, this set of swordsmanship is wonderful, out of people's imagination.

She couldn't help but think of the person who created this set of swordsmanship, he didn't know what he was doing now, was he boating on the West Lake, or lying in the Hanyan Pavilion reading a book?

Presumably, he thought of himself once in a while......

"Sister Ren, what do you want?!" The glutinous voice was as soft as honey sounded abruptly, and she turned her head to meet a pair of bright and soul-seducing eyes.

It was too abrupt, her heart "banged", beating violently, and then pounding, palpitating.

Glaring at Jiang Nanyun angrily, she shook her head calmly: "It's nothing!"

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, squinted at her, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Are you not thinking about my master?!"

"What nonsense!" Ren Yingying's face suddenly tensed.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault!" Jiang Nanyun said busily, shaking his head and sighing: "It's not good to break people's hearts." ”

Ren Yingying's bright eyes glared at her fiercely, ignoring her crazy words, but there was a faint sweetness in her heart, and her heart became warm, soft and comfortable.

"Sister Ren, let's break out today!" Jiang Nanyun put the frost sword back into the sheath and said in a low voice, looking forward to it with bright eyes, scanning the surroundings.

Ren Yingying was stunned: "Break out today?!"

"Well, you've regained your strength, and you've been dreaming a lot at night for a long time, so it's better to break out early. Jiang Nanyun nodded, looking solemn.

"Okay!" Ren Yingying happily agreed, she was a resolute surname, acting arbitrarily, and she didn't know what she was afraid of.

The number of stick monks who take care of the courtyard has increased to eighteen, and it is the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, who are at the peak of their spirit, and the stick method is exquisite, and they have obtained the essence.

They knew that the people in the courtyard were very important, and it was inevitable that someone would break in to rescue them, and they guarded this place in order to be foolproof.

They did not stand still, but walked slowly, changing positions, and every hour, each of them changed positions, standing or sitting.

They do not take this as a hardship, and just take the opportunity to concentrate on the same practice, or practice pile gong, or standing and moving gong, and cultivate internal qi, each with its own method, and so on.

In the early morning, after the bell had struck, they sat down cross-legged, clasped their hands together, and whispered the scriptures.

This has formed a habit, must be done in the morning, a deep-rooted habit, if not, at the end of the day, it will be like doing something less, and I am uncomfortable.

At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly opened, and Jiang Nanyun floated out, dressed in a snow-white Luo shirt, followed by Ren Yingying, who was wearing a black Luo shirt, the two of them were black and white, contrasting with each other.

Ren Yingying had a black gauze on her face, only her eyes were exposed, and a gust of wind blew, the black gauze stirred, and her face as smooth as jade loomed.

Jiang Nanyun came out and walked directly down the stone steps to the bottom of the mountain.

This small courtyard is located on the east side of the Shaolin Temple, on a small hillside, and can be condescendingly overlooking the Shaolin.

A path leads from the bottom of the hill to the courtyard, which is lined with weeds, reckless and green, flat and wide, and has no hiding place, so the courtyard is the most suitable for captivity.

"Two female donors, let's stay!" A bald-headed yellow-clothed monk flew forward, blocked the middle of the path, closed his hands together, and bowed solemnly: "The abbot has an order, this female benefactor can't leave." ”

"It's a nice view, we want to go and have a look. Jiang Nanyun approached with a smile, his voice was as soft as honey, his steps were light, and his upper body did not move, as if floating in the past.

This yellow-clothed monk has flying sword eyebrows, clear eyes, handsome and extraordinary, with a lofty spirit, holding a stick in one hand, and clasping his hands together: "Female donor, I'm sorry, that female donor can't leave the hospital,...... Unless there is an abbot's decree. ”

He has a deep cultivation of Buddhism, a firm mind, and a white bone view of the law, which is regarded as a skeleton, and is not confused by the style of Jiangnan clouds.

"Alas...... , Shaolin is really domineering!" Jiang Nanyun sighed helplessly, his eyes glanced secretly, and saw the yellow-clothed monks rushing over.

"Then let's break through!" Jiang Nanyun shouted, her delicate body shook, and the jade palm appeared on the chest of the yellow-clothed monk.

Her body is extremely fast, it is difficult to guess, the monk in yellow didn't expect that she was still smiling at the last moment, but her face did not change, and she had already made a move.

She shot without warning, and her body was so fast that her head didn't react, and her body subconsciously reacted, and she put her palm on her chest.

Jiang Nanyun's jade palm hit his palm, and Hao's wrist trembled slightly, eliminating most of the internal force.

The yellow-clothed monk only felt a powerful power surging in, his body stagnated, his body did not move, and his body involuntarily rose into the air, swept far away, and fell to the ground.

When he was in the air, he wanted to exercise, but he found that the internal force around his body was condensed, motionless, as if he was frozen, and his body could not move, so he could only fall straight to the ground.

Gritting her teeth, I thought that I would fall down hard this time, but I didn't want to, after landing, there was no pain, and my heart was awe-inspiring.

The remaining dozen or so monks flew in and followed behind Jiang Nanyun, even though they were very skillful, they were far from Jiang Nanyun.

Jiang Nanyun's body stopped, and when Ren Yingying rushed over, she pulled her little hand and ran forward with her, running faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye, she had thrown off the Shaolin monk more than a foot away.

These monks were just guarding against others coming to save people, but they never thought that the opponent was actually from within, and they were caught off guard and were about to be chased and lost.

Suddenly, a clear whistle sounded, Jiang Nanyun only felt the sound of the wind behind him, like clothes flying, turned his head to look, but saw two monks in the air, quickly pounced.

She glanced behind her with a clear look, and knew that they had been pushed so hard by their companions, so they could be so fast.

The two yellow-clothed monks were in the air, and several stick shadows appeared, covering Jiang Nanyun and Ren Yingying, fierce and fierce, like a tiger in the mountains.

Jiang Nanyun was helpless, so he could only fold it lightly and dodge the shadow of the stick, at this time, the two monks landed in front of them, standing side by side, sticking a long stick into the ground, glaring angrily at Jiang Nanyun's two daughters.

"Sister Ren, you go first!" Jiang Nanyun snorted, didn't care about saying more, her body didn't stop, and continued to rush forward.

"Snort-" "Snort-" Two white lights suddenly appeared, drawing two silver lines, and instantly came to the chests of the two monks.

The two of them looked calm, and the long stick lightly blocked, just blocking the chest, colliding with the white light.

With a sound of "tuk", it seemed that a small pebble fell into the deep water, and the white light disappeared on the couch.

The two of them held their hands against the long sticks, and kept sliding under their feet, and they did not stop until they were six feet away, and when they looked down, they saw a white chess piece printed on each couch.

The long stick they used, although it was not iron, was not inferior to iron, and the sword was difficult to hurt, even if it was a sword, it was only a shallow mark, but they didn't want to, but they were embedded in it by a chess piece.

The two of them were awe-inspiring, although this woman was young, her internal strength was amazingly deep, and with a fierce step under their feet, the soil was shaken and flew up, and her body was like an arrow, rushing towards Jiangnan Yun.

Ren Yingying's body folded, bypassed Jiangnan Yun, and flew to the grass next to her, with two monks behind her, among the eighteen Arhats, most of them are proficient in two to three Shaolin seventy-two stunts, and two of them specialize in dragonfly water lifting art, and they are outstanding.

Although Ren Yingying's martial arts are exquisite, but light skills need to be supported by internal force, her internal strength is not deep, inferior to Shaolin monks, the closer she chases, she will soon catch up.

Jiang Nanyun shrank his hand into his sleeve, turned his wrist, and "snorted" twice, and two white lights drilled out of his sleeve and shot straight at the two monks who were tightly behind Ren Yingying.

The white light pole is ingenious, and it does not shoot at them, but has an advance, just in front of them, forcing them to slow down or change direction.

The two monks rushed to her, glaring angrily, waving their long sticks, and the shadow of the sticks in the sky was covered, fierce and terrifying.

Jiang Nanyun's body folded and swayed, like a lotus flower on the water, light and free, and instantly took out the stick shadows of the two and bypassed the two.

Stepping on the withered yellow weeds, he chased towards Ren Yingying.

A long howl sounded from behind, like the waves of the sea, the tide was rolling and surging, and it shook people's eardrums.

Jiang Nanyun secretly shouted that it was not good, this must be a signal, and it will be more difficult to break out.

Ren Yingying also screamed badly, accelerated violently, rolled the internal force used in her body, and tried her best to break out before the reinforcements came.

Shaolin temple for hundreds of years does not fall, naturally has its superiority, whistle suddenly, the temple will come out of the sound of response.

Immediately, there was another whistling behind them.

Jiang Nanyun turned his head to look, understood in his heart, and sighed secretly, these few soft whistles obviously told him the direction of the two of them, and there must be a monk in front of them.

Sure enough, they didn't run far, and there was already a row of monks standing in front of them, and the bright sun shone above their heads, a piece of light.

The mighty Buddha horn of "Amitabha Buddha ......" sounded, flat and slow, like the rising tide of the sea, slowly surging up and approaching.

Jiang Nanyun shook his head and smiled bitterly, taking the lead was Master Fang Sheng, with a solemn expression on his wrinkled face.

Jiang Nanyun and Ren Yingying fell in front of them, and there were more than 20 monks in this row, all with sharp eyes and slightly bulging temples.

Ren Yingying's mind turned away, she didn't have much hope, she was just idle, besides, she was disheartened and bored at this time, it was best for them to beat herself to death and make Xiao Yuesheng sad and painful.

Masters are like clouds, this is the weather, these Shaolin monks standing side by side, all of them are masters, if people in the martial arts see it, I am afraid that they will sigh with admiration, and there is no difference in the position of the first faction in the Shaolin world.

"Miss Ren, please go back. Master Fang Sheng's tone was kind, and he didn't look angry.

He has profound Dharma, and his namelessness has gradually disappeared, and he rarely gets angry, even if he sees Ren Yingying running out, he doesn't feel how angry.

Ren Yingying frowned, and snorted lightly: "Monk Fangsheng, I want to come out for a walk, stay there all the time, boring can suffocate people to death!"

Master Fang Sheng shook his head: "The girl lives in a quiet place, and she can't see anyone in retreat, so that she can be intimidated by the anger in her heart. ”

Seeing Ren Yingyingdai's frowning, he said again: "As long as the girl endures it, after a while, she will be peaceful and happy,...... This is the inevitable process of alignment, and there is no other way. ”

(To be continued)