Competing with a person for internal strength is not Chu Liuxiang's strong point, he likes to win by skill, even if his skill is several times higher than that of the other party, he is not willing to use internal force to win, because fighting internal strength with the other party is actually a very painful thing.

Killing 10,000 enemies and losing 8,000 yourself, Chu Liuxiang still understands.

Chu Liuxiang is now difficult to ride a tiger, he really regrets competing with the other party for internal strength now, if he avoids the big stone with skill, and then competes with the stick monk, he is only afraid that he has won now.

Chu Liuxiang knew that there was no regret medicine in this world, so no matter how difficult this duel was, he had to fight it, otherwise, if he quit now, he would lose very badly.

When Chu Liuxiang's true qi was injected into that stone again, that stone suddenly exploded.

The stone couldn't withstand the internal force attack of Chu Liuxiang and the stick monk, and exploded.

The rubble flew wildly, so frightened that the other stick monks immediately waved the wooden sticks in their hands to hit the rocks that flew towards them.

Chu Liuxiang's body took three steps back, and he didn't have time to breathe, he used the true qi in his palm to block the gravel.

The stone was broken, but what was behind the stone was not.

After the wooden stick broke the stone, it was still in a no-man's land, and went straight to Chu Liuxiang's head.

Chu Liuxiang panicked, fixed his luck, and hit the wooden stick with his right palm.

After the stick met Chu Liuxiang's palm, it pushed Chu Liuxiang's body back three zhang.

Chu Liuxiang's forehead oozed a few beads of sweat the size of beans, and the marble under his feet was also stepped on by him an inch.

The wooden stick was fixed in front of Chu Liuxiang's eyes.

The monk with the long stick gritted his teeth and kicked hard. He pushed the long stick in his hand forward by another inch.

This inch of distance was already his greatest effort for the stick monk. for the long stick had been bent by him.

When Chu Liuxiang's beads of sweat fell from his forehead. He bit his teeth and pushed his palm forward three inches, bending the stick even harder.

No sturdy wooden stick can withstand such a large thrust.

The stick broke. After a loud bang, Chu Liuxiang's body was shaken out three steps.

The stick monk with the long stick in his hand stepped back three feet, spat out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to the ground.

The little monk behind the stick monk immediately set aside the Shaolin stick formation and once again surrounded Chu Liuxiang in the middle.

Chu Liuxiang's eyes looked around at the monks who were revolving around him, and his heart was ready for battle.

A vicious battle, on the verge of breaking out.

Those stick monks were about to attack Chu Liuxiang's body with long sticks. At this moment, a deafening sound came out from the gate of Shaolin Temple.

After that loud noise, an old monk stood in front of the stone gate of Shaolin Temple with a Zen staff in his hand and said loudly: "Stop!"

All the stick monks put down the long sticks in their hands, turned to look at the old monk, and said in unison, "Uncle!"

Chu Liuxiang opened the fan in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and watched those stick monks make a way, he said politely: "Master, you are polite here." ”

The old monk lifted the Zen staff in his hand. He took three steps forward with a Zen stick and said, "I don't know if Xiangshuai came to Shaolin this time." Is there a new development in things?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "Don't hide it from the master, I came to Shaolin this time because I couldn't figure out one thing, and I wanted to ask Master Zhixian for advice." ”

Chu Liuxiang's eyes looked at the stick monk who vomited blood, and said, "I don't know what Zai Xia did wrong, why does this master hate Zai Xia so much?"

The old monk holding a Zen staff with a sudden change in his expression and said, "Xiangshuai doesn't know anything. Last night, a very strange person came to the Shaolin Temple. That person's appearance can be said to be exactly the same as Xiang Shuai, and the folding fan in his hand is exactly the same as the fan in Xiang Shuai's hand. That person's clothes are exactly the same as Xiangshuai, after he came to the Shaolin Temple, he went straight to Master Zhixian's meditation room, and after Master Zhixian opened the door, that person slapped Master Zhixian in an instant. That palm collapsed like Mount Tai, and the thunder rolled, and Master Zhixian didn't have time to dodge, and was hit by the thief's palm, spitting blood..."

When Chu Liuxiang heard this, he took a step forward and asked eagerly, "Ah, how is Master Zhixian now?"

The stick monk who spat blood from his mouth said angrily: "Hongfu who dragged the donor, Uncle Shi and his old man can't die." ”

Chu Liuxiang knew in her heart that these people obviously regarded him as the assassin from last night.

Chu Liuxiang's eyes were fixed on the old monk holding the Zen staff, and he felt that the old monk also regarded him as the assassin of last night.

Chu Liuxiang knew that no matter what he said now, those people would not believe him, he touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "I was a guest in Yuquan Villa last night, and I had a fierce battle with the Tuxing Sun of the Netherworld God Sect at night, where did I get the time to commit murder in Shaolin Temple?"

The monk who was spitting blood still had anger in his eyes, and said, "Maybe others can't do it, but I'm afraid this matter is much easier for Chu Xiangshuai." Xiang Shuai is afraid that it won't take much time to be a guest in Yuquan Villa, as for the duel with Tu Xing Sun, Xiang Shuai only uses one finger, and Tu Xing Sun will be defeated by Xiang Shuai, so Xiang Shuai can do a lot of things in one night. Besides, this place is only more than thirty miles away from Yuquan Villa, and Xiang Shuai is probably not the time for Bai Ju to pass through the gap when he comes and goes, and the time to slap Uncle Zhixian is also the time to blink an eye, so Xiang Shuai thinks this matter is still possible?"

Chu Liuxiang now feels that his mouth is too little, so he feels that he has a lot of grievances that he can't explain, but Chu Liuxiang doesn't care about any more crimes.

Chu Liuxiang didn't bother to explain what happened last night, because he felt that if a person decided that you were the murderer, no matter how much you explained, they wouldn't believe it.

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly: "Just because a person can do certain things doesn't mean that he will do them. Zai Xia and Master Zhixian don't have any grudges, why do you want to kill Master Zhixian?"

Several of those monks had already lowered their heads, perhaps they themselves didn't believe that Chu Liuxiang would do such a thing.

Chu Liuxiang then explained: "Even if you want to kill Master Zhixian, then why don't you cover your face, is the purpose of the next is to sue the people of Shaolin Temple that you are the one who attempted to kill last night? Is there such a stupid assassin in the world?"

The monk who was beaten and vomited blood was speechless and said, "This..."

Those stick monks also felt that there were no such stupid thieves in the world, and they had wronged good people. (To be continued......)