Zilong thought to himself that this person dared to act like this, his martial arts must not be weak, and he had to be cautious. Thinking of this, he held his breath and jumped on the wall as soon as he jumped on the wall. Pick up the wall probe and look inside, Zilong's heart slammed, only to see that a small novice in the courtyard had fallen to the ground, and his chest was still bleeding outward, and he saw that it was going to be gone. Look at his back, he should be a man in the prime of life.

Zilong turned over and jumped, jumped into the courtyard, leaned over and chased after him. Zilong is not weak in light skills, a few ups and downs have come to the stone steps in front of the pavilion, to stop the bleeding for the small mud and sand points that bleed on the ground, and then leaned over to look inside, the man in black suddenly jumped out from one side, his face was still covered with a black scarf, only two bright eyes were exposed, and he was holding a few volumes of scriptures in his hand and was rushing into his arms. I think this man in black is going to take advantage of the Heroes Club, Shaolin Temple is not well prepared to sneak into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to steal the secret scriptures.

The man also found Zilong at this moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and without saying a word, he waved his palm and called Zilong. Zilong saw that his palm strength was extremely thick, and his internal strength was far above that Xiao Jianfeng, and he shouted with a wit: "Oops! someone has stolen the scriptures!" The toes slid and his body swirled in the air, drawing an arc to block the way of the man in black. Seeing him shouting loudly and non-stop, knowing that he was deliberately leading the monks to come, the man in black snorted lightly, and waved his arms to attack Zilong, at the same time, Zilong only heard a soft whistle spit out from the mouth of the black-clothed man, and passed into his ears through the black scarf, and suddenly turned into the sound of a dragon and a tiger's roar, which reverberated in Zilong's brain. The man in black saw that he didn't slap the hairy boy to death with one palm, and he didn't even shoot out a mouthful of blood, he was greatly surprised, and he looked at Zilong twice in a daze. A middle-aged man on the left, with a face with Chinese characters, a broad forehead, and eyes like lamps, has the style of a king and aristocrat...... Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black flew out of the courtyard with his feet on the ground. Zilong saw that his light skills were very different from those he usually saw. The man in black was in mid-air, and suddenly heard the wind behind his head, and in a big shock, he rushed to Yuanguan angrily, and his body twisted and waved his palm towards the scholar.

Zilong saw that the scholar's right arm stretched forward, as if he was about to take the palm hard, and hurriedly shouted: "Be careful, you can't catch ......it! Before the words fell, only a "bang" was heard, and the man in black slapped the scholar's right arm with a palm, and the scholar couldn't support it, and fell down with a bang. At this time, Master Wuxian and the middle-aged man had already run into the air, and when they saw the man in black so frustrated, the two of them were both furious, waving their palms and fighting with him. Busy making a move "Flowing Rainbow through the Sun", clinging to the ground and running forward for a few feet, then jumped up, stretched out his hand to hold the scholar in his arms. Zilong just took a palm in his chest, and was hit in the back again, and suddenly felt that the true qi in his body rushed out like a flood that burst the embankment, and a fishy breath surged up his throat, Zilong endured and endured, and there was still a trace of blood flowing down the corner of his mouth. Looking down again, how can there be any delicate scholar, obviously a beautiful girl with a delicate face! Zilong was startled, and almost let go of his hands.

Under the four eyes, Zilong only felt that her eyebrows were like willow leaves, like peach blossoms, her eyes were like two clear deep pools, and her red lips were like the beautiful jade of Tu Dan. At this time, the two of them had landed safely, Zilong realized his gaffe, and his whole face was immediately embarrassed into a red cloth, and remembered that he was still holding the girl, "Ah" hurriedly let go of his hands, turned his back, and didn't dare to look at her eyes again. Zilong had nothing to answer, stretched out his hand to take it, only to feel that this silk handkerchief was full of nothing, fragrant, and put it on his big hand and felt that it was a tyrannical thing, how could he be willing to use it to wipe the blood. Zilong couldn't, so he had to turn around, only to see that the middle-aged man who was walking with the Immortalless Master was already standing behind him at this time, looking at himself in a daze."Oops!" Zilong cried out in his heart: he must have seen me holding his daughter and lost his mind, it's over!

Wan'er looked at his father's expression on the side and seemed to be very dissatisfied, and whispered: "Dad, what are you thinking!" The man came to his senses, and hurriedly hugged his fist at Zilong and said: "Thank you Shaoxia for saving my daughter's life, I am grateful!" Zilong heard that he didn't mean to blame, so he took a mouthful, and hurriedly returned the courtesy: "It's a trivial matter, you don't have to be polite!" After speaking, he reached out and touched his cheek, thinking that this is nothing, why does he keep staring at my face? Although he was puzzled, he didn't want to ask anything more. Zilong suddenly remembered that the thief was coming, and hurriedly asked, "Have you ever captured that man in black?" Wan'er's father looked embarrassed and said: "This thief's martial arts are really good, I and Master Wuxian couldn't subdue him together, and finally escaped for him!" Zilong let out an "oh" and asked, "What about the scriptures?" "The scriptures only took back this copy of the Mighty Vajra Finger, and there was also a copy of the Yijin Sutra that he stole away. The voice of the master of no immortals sounded from behind, and the three of them looked back, it turned out that the master of no immortals had entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and checked all the scriptures, but the only thing that was missing was this Shaolin secret book Yijin Sutra. Lao Wei is very grateful to the little donor for being able to act bravely, I don't know how the little donor's injury is?" Zilong patted his chest and said with a smile: "Don't worry, master, these are all skin injuries, don't worry!" Master Wuxian seemed to be a little unconvinced, and said: "This thief is profound, you have been hit by him twice, is it really okay?" Zilong waved his big hand and smiled disapprovingly: "It's okay! I don't believe you!" said a punch into the void. When the three of them heard the whirring wind on his fist, they knew that his meridians were smooth and there were no internal injuries, so they were relieved.

Master Wuxian was surprised that this little benefactor was young, but his internal strength was so strong, and he appreciated it very much. asked: "Is the little donor here to participate in this competition?" Zilong hurriedly replied: "Exactly!" Wan'er's father looked at Zilong with pride when he answered, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "I don't know what kind of sect the little brother is? What is the name of your master?" Zilong hesitated for a moment, scratched his scalp, and replied: "In Xia Xu Zilong, he is a disciple of the Xiaoyao faction....... He has lived in the mountains for a long time and doesn't like to interact with outsiders, so not many people in the rivers and lakes know about him!" Master Wuxian muttered: "Easy Sect, if the old man remembers correctly, the little donor has already won the second round and entered the third round, right?" Zilong said a little embarrassedly: "What the master said is right, but there are masters here, I think the third round is very difficult to pass, just now I just wanted to take advantage of the rest time to find a place where no one practiced the sword again, and then I met the man in black...... At this moment, the bell rang in the distance, and the game was about to start again. Wan'er smiled at Zilong, took her father's hand and said, "Daddy, the third round is about to begin! Let's hurry up!" Master Wuxian also folded his hands and said: "Exactly! Zilong was just about to squeeze into the crowd to draw lots, when he heard someone shouting next to him: "Stinky boy, you are in such a hurry to go in and be beaten by the little nun!" Zilong was in a good mood at this time, so he replied with a smile: "What, could it be that the representative of the House Liang Sect has already cut out his family?" "Bah, bah, bah! I just said that you don't have long ears, and after the fight, you flew to the sky, and the rules and arrangements of the people were completely ignored!" The woman gave Zilong a fierce look, and said very disdainfully.

"What kind of rules, isn't it going to draw lots? I think you should hurry up and pray for the Bodhisattva's blessing not to draw a game with me, this is close to the Bodhisattva statue, she will be able to hear it, go quickly!" Zilong joked. "Stinky boy, there are only eight people in the third game, and the little monks have already drawn lots just now, what about you, this one is ugly, and it is the little nun of the Emei faction who has to deal with me...... Zilong was about to sneer at each other, when suddenly the bell rang, and someone shouted: "The third round of the competition starts now!"