At the foot of Shaolin Temple, it is not as crowded as I imagined, and it seems a bit desolate, but there is a slight sense of tranquility and strictness. The fastest update of the novel)

The Five Lords, Huadao, and Chengtian, Wuji could not. With one sword, the five marquis came to the foot of Shaolin Mountain. You could hear the chanting of the monks in Shaolin Temple from afar. What made the Five Lords and the others even more strange was that there were not only the chanting of the scriptures, but also the sound of fists, feet, sticks, and the sound of wind...

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the Taishan Beidou Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world. You can hear the sound of Shaolin monk practicing martial arts from afar." Huadao looked at the ladder with few thousand steps, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't have time to see Shaolin Temple carefully at the last sword appreciation meeting. I didn't expect it to be as grand as the rumored one." Yi Jian Fenghou also expressed his feelings.

However, the Five Lords, Ying Chengtian and Wuji, could not have reached the level.

Ying Chengtian looked back at Huadao and Yijian Fenghou who were still sighing and said, "Hey, can the sword god and the sword god not be too slow, okay?"

Hanada scratched the back of her head and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, sorry."

After saying that, he and Yijian Fenghou quickly followed the Five Lords and the Three.

Walking on the steps, Wuji was in a complicated mood. Logically speaking, he could be considered a Shaolin disciple? After all, the king who told him about his martial arts was a Shaolin disciple. It was natural that he was also, but...

"Do you think Shaolin Temple is a little weird today?" Wuji couldn't speak.

"Monster?" The Five Lords and the four others were slightly stunned, a little confused about Wuji's inability to understand.

Wuji could not nodded and looked at the four people and said, "Shaolin Temple has always been in full bloom, how could there be no pilgrimage?"

After all, Wuji has not been able to understand Shaolin Temple, so it is not surprising to know this, but today it is really sparsely populated. Apart from meeting some rushing NPCs on the way here, even players have not seen one, let alone an NPC pilgrim who came to burn incense and worship Buddha.

After hearing that Wuji could not say anything, Huadao's expression stopped and he became cautious: "Anyway, please be careful."

Not long after, the five people came to the gate of Shaolin Temple. At the door, it was not the stone lion that was not angry and mighty, but four glaring Vajras, guarding in front of the door majestic, as if shocking the nightclub.

However, the gate of Shaolin Temple was closed, and there was not even a monk guarding the gate.

"It's very strange, why is it even closed the door?" Wuji couldn't feel stranger even more.

"Maybe you are chanting scriptures." Ying Chengtian didn't feel anything.

Dongdong...dongdong...dongdongdong, the fifth master went forward and pulled up the door knocker and knocked it directly.

Then, the five masters continued to beat more rhythmically.

dong dong dong dong dong dong... dong dong dong dong dong... dong dong dong dong dong... dong dong dong dong dong...

Huadao, Ying Chengtian, Wuji could not, and Fenghou's brows gradually frowned slightly, this rhythm?

The four of them looked at each other in confusion with confusion.

"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..." Ying Chengtian hummed naturally, but even he was stunned.

"Huh?" The fifth master looked at Ying Chengtian as if he had discovered a new continent and said, "You can also have such an old song?"

"This...most people do it?" Hanamichi said helplessly.

"Here, come..."

But at this moment, an old and elderly voice came from the door from far to near.

Soon the wooden door "Ah" sounded, and a crack appeared in the door. A bald old monk came out from inside. He watched the Five Lords and others say the Buddha's name "Anita" first: "How many donors don't know what it's important to come to this temple?"

"Master, please report to you, we are going to find the Sword Saint." The Five Lords said it straight to the point.

When the old monk who opened the door heard the Fifth Lord's words, his expression looked like he was a little frightened. He quickly banged the wooden door and was knocked on it.

"What's going on? Why is that old monk like a ghost? Is there anything on my face?" The Five Lord looked at the Flower Dog and the other four asked.

Wuji could not shake his head: "You have nothing wrong with it, the old monk should be in trouble."

Something is wrong, something is wrong. What's wrong? Wuji can't always feel that something is wrong in his heart. It seems that there are many unreasonable things, but they can't say it.

"What should we do now? Why don't we go in by ourselves?" Ying Chengtian asked everyone about their opinions.

And what Ying Chengtian said to go in by himself is nothing more than breaking in.

The fifth master shook his head and said, "No, we are here to borrow a sword... Although it is a bit like Liu Bei borrowing Jingzhou, he has to be polite, right?"

Huadao and Yijian Fenghou couldn't help but smile: It seems that the Five Lords have never planned to return the sword.

"Something makes sense." Ying Chengtian nodded and agreed with the words of the Five Lords. After all, he didn't plan to pay back the things he took, and he was not polite to them. This was a bit of a loss.

After a long time, the wooden door opened again.

This time, five monks, who were about forty or fifty, were not seen before.

"Five donors, please forgive me for any negligence. This temple has been closed to thank guests recently, and the senior Sword Saint has also left the temple for traveling around." The monk clasped his hands and said to the five masters and the five.

Before the Five Lords and the others could speak, Wuji could not raise an index finger and asked the five monks: "The masters should have been in Shaolin Temple for a long time, right? Do you know what this is?"

The Five Lords, Huadao, Ying Chengtian, and Fenghou saw Wuji unable to condense his internal strength. The silver light shone on his fingers. It was the Great Power Vajra Finger. The Great Power Vajra Finger originated from the Great Power Vajra Palm of Shaolin Temple. It can be said that it is an improvement in the realm, which is more flexible and changeable than the Great Power Vajra Palm. The Five Lords and the others have heard of this a long time ago. Now that they can't show their unique skills, they feel moved in their hearts and become alert silently. They seem to be loose, but in fact they are ready to shoot the five monks in front of them at any time.

The five monks saw Wuji unable to condense the internal strength of the first level of the peak combat power, but they were not surprised. They didn't take this strength seriously to them, but what does it mean to glow with their fingers? Or does it mean?

The five monks looked at each other, but none of them knew about it.

A monk in the lead smiled kindly and said, "This hero has a strong internal strength and is a rare master..."

"Oh? You just don't know if you say so?" Wuji couldn't narrow his eyes and said to the five monks.

"I can't tell who the monk is so stupid that he really can't tell which martial arts the heroes are showing." The monk in charge said kindly, and even bowed to Wuji, as if he was apologizing.

After listening, Wuji could not see his eyes flashing with a fierce look and said with a smile: "Then you can die."

The peak combat power is at the tenth level of heaven, the powerful Vajra finger, kill with one finger.

In an instant, Wuji could not quickly extend his thumb with his left hand towards the monk in the lead. The distance between the two was only about three steps. At such a close distance, the power of the Great Vajra finger was extremely powerful.

Suddenly, the unprepared monk's chest was shot through a hole by the powerful Vajra pointer. He looked at Wuji in disbelief and was surprised. He pointed at what he wanted to say, but he couldn't say anything and fell backwards.

Just as Wuji was unable to take action, the other four people also moved.

The peak combat power is eighth level, and the Overlord Fist technique can defeat the male and female.

The peak combat power is at the tenth level of heaven, and the five-magnificent sword technique is the ultimate.

The peak combat power is at the tenth level of the sky, and one sword is the result.

The peak combat power is tenth level of heaven, the Nine Dragons Divine Art, and the two-palm Divine Dragon.

In an instant, in just less than a second, all the five monks were killed in seconds, without even any resistance. In fact, they died unfairly. The five of them came out together because the Five Lords were also five people, one against the other, but their attention was attracted by Wuji's inability to glow. They were all guessing in their hearts what martial arts are of which sect? The fingers will glow? Six-Meridian Divine Sword? One-Finger Zen? No, it's not like it.

It was just like this distraction that was directly solved.

In an instant, the sound of chanting scriptures in Shaolin Temple, the sound of fists, feet, sticks and sticks disappeared, and the air around seemed to have quieted in an instant, and even the wind stopped.

"Hey, hey, why did you kill him?" Ying Chengtian looked at Wuji and couldn't say anything, and seemed to have a scent of accusation in his tone.

Hanao smiled, patted Ying Chengtian's shoulder, then pointed to one of his feet and his two monks whose palm prints were directly concave and said, "No one can tell anyone, don't you kill one too?"

"Tsk, I won't kill you, are you still waiting for you to kill?" Ying Chengtian seemed to have taken the truth.

"Have you said enough? Listen to the footsteps, there are at least four or five thousand people coming here. Before dealing with them, I want to hear it..." The Five Lord said, Xiang Wuji could not look at him and asked, "Why are you going to do it?"

"They are not monks at all." Wuji couldn't answer, but the four of them were stunned.

Are they monks?

However, everyone knows that bald heads do not mean they are monks. Bald heads wearing cassocks may not be real monks. They may also be liars who cheat food and drink, or even yin sticks who lure women.

After hearing Wuji could not speak, Huadao smiled: "Yes, they are not young, but the ring marks on their heads are newly pointed. You also look at their hands, but there are no calluses. You should know that monks recite scriptures every day and hold Buddhist beads. Over time, calluses will inevitably appear on their hands. If they were young monks, it would be understandable, but they are all so old..."

"Don't you give me seventy-year-olds and eighty-year-olds to become a monk?" Ying Chengtian liked to sing the opposite tune the most.

However, at this time, no one paid attention to him.

"Since that's the case, then go in." Faced with the forces that could destroy the entire Shaolin Temple, he was still not timid and retreated. He was the supreme martial arts master and the Five Lords. Faced with a very serious situation, he said very relaxed words, killing people seemed as simple as killing chickens and monkeys.
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