The smoke gradually dissipated, and none of the people around dared to go forward. The three monks of Shaolin were injured and crippled by Ying Wugui in less than thirty rounds.

With such a fierce and powerful force, now, who dares to go up and provoke Ying Wugui? Who knows whether Ying Wugui has killed someone and killed red-eyed people now? Who dares to go up and seek death?

Even Zhang Wuji dared not enter easily.

"Two donors, stop!" It was not someone else who said this, but Master Kongwen of Shaolin Temple.

Goodbye to everyone, the buildings on the top of Liantianfeng Peak of Shaolin Temple have been destroyed in an unexpected way. Everyone looked at the gravel, rubble, branches and cracked land on the ground, and unconsciously remembered the surging battle scene just now.

"Oh!" A sigh came, and the smoke gradually dissipated. Zeng Yunfeng suddenly roared to the sky, and a sound wave hit the four directions, shaking the smoke and dust present.

What slowly came out of the formation was Zeng Yunfeng, who was like a god and a demon in the eyes of everyone.

Zeng Yunfeng patted his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief, "After all, I'm still one step away!" There was an inexplicable sigh and helplessness in these words.

Zeng Yunfeng twisted his neck, glanced at Kong Zhi who was already standing on the spot, and said, "Go and save them, your three uncles may be able to save their lives."

Kongzhi and Shaolin monks went one after another to the three monks of the Duzi sect.

At this time, a man stood up in the smoke and dust and glared at Zeng Yunfeng and said, "Ying Wugui, your anger has been vented!"

At this time, the woman in yellow dress was broken and her face was covered with dirt. Zeng Yunfeng glanced at the woman in yellow dress and said, "I told you not to meddle in other people's business!"

"Have you suffered less losses during this period? There must be some old and immortal old guys in the world who are going to cause trouble for you, right?"

The woman in yellow frowned and said, "You know, she spread the news about the Nine Yin Scriptures."

Zeng Yunfeng snorted coldly and said, "I want them to find you because I can't find them. After all, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are difficult to practice and to be refined. These old guys are not interested, but the Nine Yin Scriptures are not.

The same."

The woman in yellow dress was so angry that she was itchy. She had been hiding after being in Dadu Dafo Temple, and even Zhong Nanshan dared not return. This is why she hated Ying Wugui from the bottom of her heart.

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at her and said disdainfully: "Looking at your clean body and your face is white and clean. You must have never suffered any hardships. I told you to roll in the dust so that I can understand the pain of us beggars!"

"Hundreds of thousands of brothers in the Beggars' Sect have dinner. If you say you can't let it go, you don't need to be investigated. People as noble as you drink honey every day cannot understand the suffering of us, such as we grass."

The woman in yellow was so angry that she didn't know what to say about him.

Everyone couldn't stand the appearance of the three monks who were carried over. The most serious one was the monk in black clothes and black robe.

The monk in black robe had broken bones inched inch and only had one last breath left.

Although the monk with white robe and white hair was blinded, he covered his left arm with his right hand, but his injuries were much lighter. The monk with long eyebrows was unconscious at this time.

The white-robed monk slowly raised his right hand to his chest and said coldly: "Amitabha, should the leader Ying Gang be relieved, right?"

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at the three of them, turned his head and said, "It's still early to calm down!"

Zeng Yunfeng said and walked towards Xie Xun and Cheng Kun, and Cheng Kun took a few steps one after another, swallowed a mouthful of foam and said flatteringly: "Gang Master Ying, I am very useful. One of my disciples Chen Youliang is still working under your hands,

I can help you, as long as, as long as..."

As he said that, Cheng Kun pointed to the Ming Cult and said, "As long as the leader of the Ying Gang destroyed the Ming Cult, I can give you these martial arts secrets for so many years. The gangs I founded and those disciples can also be used by the leader of the Ying Gang!"

Cheng Kun looked at Zeng Yunfeng with expectation.

Hearing this, everyone in the Ming Cult frowned. If it is, even if it is, it will be troublesome if Ying Wugui agrees to this matter.

"Cheng Kun, you are despicable!" Zhao Min said angrily.

Zeng Yunfeng walked to Cheng Kun with a smile and said, "What you said is true?"

"It's true, it's true!" Cheng Kun said with his head down like a dog.

"Gang Ying, of course it's true. Now that you have great magical skills, who is not convinced in the martial arts world? Then you can raise your arms and shout, you can be the emperor, you can do whatever you want!"

But a trace of resentment flashed in Cheng Kun's eyes.

Zeng Yunfeng grinned out his white teeth, and his fellow martial arts fellows around him seemed to see a devil.

But in an instant, his right hand slightly raised, and Cheng Kun suddenly felt his body being frozen, and his whole body sounded as if it hit Zeng Yunfeng's right hand.

Zeng Yunfeng's right hand tightly locked Cheng Kun's Adam's apple, and Cheng Kun's face gradually turned blue and purple.

Zeng Yunfeng smiled again and said, "I, Ying Wugui, can accept many people, but I don't like the three families' surname slaves."

"You changed to the Ruyang Palace, and then to Shaolin, and then to the seventh prince of the court. Now you come to vote for me. How dare I accept you? How dare you keep you!" Zeng Yunfeng said and said, "I'm a little cold and he used a little force in his hand.

The expression in Cheng Kun's eyes was peeling off his pupils bit by bit, and finally quietly lost his vitality.

Kongzhi and Shaolin monks next to him closed their eyes slightly and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Zeng Yunfeng gently stroked his right hand, and Cheng Kun's body fell to the ground, like a white feather falling to the ground, silently, and like a duckweed, no one cared about it.

This is how life is, and it can be easily deprived. When Shaolin disciples saw this scene, they clasped their hands together again, "Amitabha!"

Zeng Yunfeng curled his lips and turned his head to look at the Shaolin Temple again.

"Cheng Kun's death was expected, but..." When everyone heard this in their hearts, they felt a sigh of vigor, but Zeng Yunfeng's next sentence shocked everyone so much that they wanted to jump up.

"But Shaolin Temple still owes us a blood debt! How to settle this? Our law enforcement disciples of the Beggar Gang are still waiting to explain!"

Many thin Beggar Gang disciples looked at the Shaolin monks with bright eyes.

At this moment, a monk walked out of the crowd, "Amitabha, Gang Ying has committed too many murders today!"

The old man who stood up was nothing but Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Kongzhi is also smart, knowing that he can't make any decisions at all now, and those who stand up to make decisions may become the blame, or even become the eternal sinners of Shaolin.

There was no choice but to invite Master Kongwen out of the Kumu Hall.

"There are sins in all directions, and the sin lies in my body!" Master Kongwen said with his eyes closed.

"Gang Ying, all the decisions that my temple has made over the years are born by me, the Shaolin abbot. All the sins should not be attributed to Shaolin, but to me."

"My senior brother Kong saw the master taking in Hunyuan Pili's hand Cheng Kun and causing such a big disaster, which made Cheng Kun do many evil things and damage the reputation of Buddhism. I am really guilty."

As he said that, Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, sat cross-legged.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he could overcome all sufferings. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same."

"Shariputra is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feeling, thinking, action, consciousness, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, color, sound, smell, taste, touch, law,

There is no eye world, or even no consciousness world, there is no ignorance, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old age and death, no old age and death. There is no suffering, no accumulation, no cessation, no wisdom and no gain. Because there is nothing to gain..."
Chapter completed!