It is indeed surprising that a dying little monk would have such great strength to stab out the sharp knife in his hand with such skillful hands.

When Chu Liuxiang's hand touched the little monk's shoulder, he felt that something was wrong, he immediately opened his fan, and quickly closed it, and the sharp knife was tightly sandwiched in the fan by Chu Liuxiang's fan.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Little monk, your heart is too anxious, right?"

The little monk had a hideous face and said, "If my hand is slow, I will have no chance to kill you." ”

Chu Liuxiang shook her head easily and said with a wry smile: "Even if you shoot quickly, you still can't kill me." ”

Xiu Zhen looked at Chu Liuxiang in surprise and said, "Could it be that you have already seen through my plan?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "Of course, your strategy is not clever, your acting skills are also very clumsy, and your lying skills are not high, so it is impossible for you to suddenly attack me when I am not paying attention." ”

Xiu Zhen sneered: "Even if I can't kill you, someone must be able to kill you." You're just going to live a few days longer than I do. ”

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly: "I really want to know, who is the person you said can kill me?"

Xiu Zhen said with anger on his face: "Hmph! there are many people who are going to kill you." Anyone, if he wants to fight against the Netherworld, there is only one fate for him. ”

Chu Liuxiang shot extremely fast, and when his hand was removed from Xiuzhen's chest, the acupoints on Xiuzhen's body had been killed by Chu Liuxiang, and now. Chu Liuxiang didn't have to be afraid of Xiuzhen stabbing him with that sharp knife again.

Chu Liuxiang's body moved away a little. Half-squatting. "Are you talking about your sect leader Ouyang Chongxiao?" Chu Liuxiang's eyes flashed, and he said, "Do you think your sect leader can kill Zaixia?"

Although Xiuzhen's hands and feet couldn't move, he could speak, Xiuzhen's voice became louder, and the anger in his eyes became even stronger, and he said, "What is the identity of our sect leader? Of course, if our sect leader is in a bad mood one day. He'll stretch out his fingers and pinch you to death. ”

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly and said, "If your sect leader is really so powerful, why would he send you to die?"

Xiu Zhen's face turned pale and said, "That's because we are useless as subordinates." There is no power to kill you. In the eyes of our master, you are nothing more than an ant. Pinch an ant to death, of course, without the presence of our sect leader. ”

No one dares to say that Chu Liuxiang is an ant, and Chu Liuxiang has heard for the first time that he is nothing more than an ant in the eyes of others.

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly: "It seems that your sect leader is very confident in his martial arts. When you say that, I want to meet your sect leader more and more. I really want to see what kind of character your sect leader is, whether he has three heads and six arms, and can make you people die for him. ”

Xiu Zhen said with an angry face: "You don't deserve to mention his old man, you don't even have the qualifications to lift his old man's shoes." ”

Chu Liuxiang was not angry. He looked at Xiuzhen's bald head very calmly and said, "Your sect leader is indeed very powerful. He could even let a little monk betray his master and willingly join the Nether God Cult. ”

Xiu Zhen sneered: "What's so strange about this, not to mention the Shaolin Temple, even the Wudang Beggars Gang has our people." ”

Chu Liuxiang stroked a strand of her long hair, her eyes flashed, and said, "I naturally believe this, I believe that you can let anyone join your Nether God Sect, but I also believe that as long as those people see the true purpose of your sect leader, they will leave your Nether God Sect." ”

Xiu Zhen stared at the eyes and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth and said, "Impossible." ”

Chu Liuxiang stood up, turned around and was about to leave, Xiu Zhen asked strangely, "You just let me go?"

Chu Liuxiang was also a little surprised, he stopped and said, "Do you want me to kill you?"

Xiuzhen said: "But I just wanted to kill you." ”

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly: "It's you who want to kill me, and it's not that I want to kill you."

Chu Liuxiang's body was as light as a swallow, and after flying through a forest, he walked along the mountain road to the Shaolin Temple and walked to the main gate of the Shaolin Temple.

There were more than 30 warrior monks in front of the Shaolin Temple, holding long sticks to surround Chu Liuxiang.

The thirty or so stick monks were all burly and energetic, and each of them had a fierce light in their eyes.

A stick monk at the head, older, the wooden stick in his hand was twice as thick as the ordinary stick monk, he glared at Chu Liuxiang, and said: "Donor, today I came to Shaolin to find out the murderer of our Shaolin abbot?"

Chu Liuxiang shook his head and said, "I came to Shaolin today because there is an incident related to the cause of death of the abbot of Shaolin, and I came to ask Master Zhixian of Shaolin for verification." ”

After the head stick monk listened to Chu Liuxiang's words, he didn't even say a word, the green tendons on his face had jumped up, and the wooden stick in his hand was struggling to hit the ground by him, and a big stone actually flew up from the ground, and the big stone weighed a hundred pounds, but the stick monk actually picked up the stone with the stick in his hand, and the stone rotated rapidly in the air, bringing up a strong gust of wind.

The marble under Chu Liuxiang's feet was shaking, and the gate of the entire Shaolin Temple seemed to be being shaken, and it would fall down at any time.

Chu Liuxiang didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and the true qi in his whole body agitated, causing his hair and clothes all over his body to tremble.

Chu Liuxiang didn't expect his internal strength to be so strong, he felt that his body had endless true qi and endless strength.

At this moment, Chu Liuxiang decided to use his true qi to shock these stick monks in Shaolin Temple, otherwise, once he showed weakness, then he wanted to investigate the case in Shaolin Temple, but he was afraid that there would be greater trouble and resistance.

The stick monk at the head pointed the wooden stick in his hand at the big stone, and the stone was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Chu Liuxiang's chest.

Chu Liuxiang stretched out his right palm and hit the stone weighing more than a hundred catties with true qi.

The stone was pushed three inches away by Chu Liuxiang's palm, and suddenly, the stone was like a crazy bison, and it pressed towards Chu Liuxiang's palm again.

Chu Liuxiang understood that this must be the stick monk who had used force on that stone again.

Chu Liuxiang didn't dare to slack off, his mood immediately became tense again, and the true qi in his hand continued to pour into the stone.

Chu Liuxiang's arm felt a burst of soreness, and some cold sweat broke out all over her body.

He walked in the rivers and lakes, he rarely encountered such a deep internal force, and today's martial arts of this stick monk were beyond his imagination. Chu Liuxiang immediately increased his strength by three points, and pushed his right palm fiercely against the big stone. (To be continued......)