"He was the one who killed the old monster Xingxiu? Why is this man so damn young?"
"That old thief Ding Chunqiu is also a fool. He can't even defeat this kid! Could it be that there are two Murong Fus in this world?"
Seeing Ye Erniang kowtow to the young master, many people immediately started whispering.
Although Ye Erniang is a member of the female class, in terms of kung fu, she is probably much better than most of them.
Such a great villain actually showed respect to that young man!
If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it!
Jing Zhou unfolded his folding fan slightly and swayed lightly. In the blink of an eye, he covered a distance of dozens of feet and arrived in front of the Main Hall.
Everyone saw a white shadow flash past, as light as a wisp of smoke, and before they could react, the young man arrived in front.
They had never heard of this Qing Gong. Some of them who were still dissatisfied at first shut their mouths instantly.
Jingzhou took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Prince Ming, I'm so happy to congratulate you and I. We meet again here today!"
Jiumozhi looked embarrassed and forced a smile: "The young monk has met Mr. Jing. Previously, the young monk was thinking, since this is a hero conference, how can Mr. Jing be omitted?"
"Speaking of heroes, who in this world except Mr. Jing dares to be called a hero!"
Jingzhou glanced at Jiumozhi meaningfully. He hadn't seen him for a while, but he didn't expect that this great monk would be able to play tricks!
These flattering words are like putting people on the fire to roast them.
If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have made many enemies and would inevitably be killed.
"Hahaha, King Ming is overly praised." Jing Zhou said, then turned to look at a corner of the hall and said loudly: "Murong Bo, after watching for so long, it's time to come out. King Ming has worked hard for you.
, I even went to Tianlong Temple once.”
Suddenly hearing the word "Murong Bo", Jiumozhi was confused and couldn't help but said: "Is Mr. Jing joking? Murong, the old benefactor, has been dead for many years."
Jingzhou flexed and stretched his little finger on his left hand, and suddenly a Shaoze sword shot out, forcing a masked man out.
Jingzhou knew that Murong Bo would definitely be present for such an important event. As expected, he searched around and saw a figure hiding behind the main hall.
At this time, the only person who still needs to cover up and dare not show his true face is Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.
That figure was thin, so it was definitely not Xiao Yuanshan. Besides Murong Bo, who else could it be?
"Murong Bo, how is this possible?"
At this time, it had been more than ten years since Murong Bo's death. When the young master shouted "Murong Bo", everyone present looked in disbelief.
"Young man is looking for death!"
The masked man immediately struck with an angry palm. The palm was as powerful as a knife. Chill penetrated his body and the strong wind roared.
"This is the Great Compassionate Thousand Leaves Hand of our temple!"
"This...how is this possible!"
The Shaolin monks looked at each other. The seventy-two unique skills that they were proud of in the past were unexpectedly used by two outsiders today, and they were even more powerful than the senior monks of Prajna Hall!
It would be fine if it was Jiumozhi, after all, the statement is there, but now even this unknown masked man can use it, when will the seventy-two stunts become as worthless as cabbage!
"You are quite angry, but Dayan has been destroyed long ago, and the country cannot be restored!"
Jingzhou knocked Morongbo back with one palm and said coldly: "Thirty years ago, you faked the message and planned the robbery outside Yanmen Pass, and now you are still trying to get away with it."
"You had a good idea. You kidnapped and killed the commander of the Liao Imperial Army, hoping to cause a war between Song and Liao, so that you could profit from it and restore the country."
Although the man in front of him was covered tightly in a black robe, he could not escape from Jiumozhi's eyes. Jiumozhi was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he followed with a smile on his lips: "Old donor Murong, it's so hard for you to hide this from me. I didn't expect it."
You have been faking your death for the past thirty years!"
As soon as Jiumozhi finished speaking, everyone began to whisper.
"go to hell!"
Immediately, the man in black roared angrily and stepped forward again, intending to kill the kid in front of him, but was stopped by a burly figure.
At this time, another black shadow flashed, and there was another man in black in the field.
"It turns out you are the evil thief. If I don't cut you into pieces today, I won't be able to satisfy the hatred in my heart!"
Xiao Yuanshan has been hiding in the Shaolin Temple for these years, and has vaguely found out that the leader of the year was Xuanci. He wanted to ruin Xuanci's reputation today and then kill him. When he heard the young man's suggestion, he realized that this was
Everything was caused by Murong Bo.
Xuanci is just a pawn at best!
Killing his wife and seizing his son, the anger in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes seemed to burst out, and his moves were extremely vicious and fatal.
Although Mo Rongbo was unwilling to give in, he was forced by Xiao Yuanshan and had no choice but to wave his palms forward to greet him.
The kung fu skills of these two people are among the best in the world, and every move is extremely powerful, no longer inferior to the kung fu that Jiumozhi used before.
The fight between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo became more and more fierce. They gradually fought from the Main Hall to the Heavenly King Hall in the west. There were constant noises along the way, completely breaking the only trace of tranquility in this thousand-year-old temple.
The two of them were constantly performing various advanced kung fu techniques, especially the seventy-two stunts. When used in their hands at this time, each move brought overwhelming power, which made people's hearts burn.
Jing Zhou glanced at the two people in the field and ignored them. Even if these two people fought for two nights, they might not be able to tell the winner.
He walked forward, but he wanted to go to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion to meet the sweeping monk.
Jing Zhou took a few steps forward when he was stopped by two old monks: "Amitabha, donor, please stay."
Today, not only did Jiumozhi use seventy-two stunts to defeat several eminent monks of the Xuan generation, but there were also two men in black who secretly learned Shaolin's stunts for many years. If Shaolin does not show some dignity, the reputation of Beidou, the world's most powerful mountain, will not be preserved.
Got it!
Looking at the fiery eyes of everyone looking at the Seventy-Two Special Skills, the monks didn't need to think too much, they all knew what would happen to Shaolin after losing the title of Taishan Beidou.
Jingzhou said: "You want to stop me?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Amitabha, I don't want to stop the donor, but I want to ask the donor to take a rest here. After my brother, the abbot, has sorted out everything, our temple
Let’s entertain the donor well again!”
After the leading old monk finished speaking, two more eminent monks of the Xuan generation stood in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.
Although they couldn't beat Jiumozhi in a single fight, there were so many Shaolin masters, but the monks didn't believe that anyone in the world could forcefully break into Shaolin!
Now, for the sake of Shaolin's prestige, there is no need to pay attention to the morality of the world.
Jingzhou glanced at Xuanci and saw that he was at ease. It was obvious that this was something that the Shaolin monks had already discussed, and they were afraid that they would use him to scare the monkeys!
"Although you guys have good skills, if you want to stop me, you are still a little behind."
As soon as Jingzhou finished speaking, someone seemed to want to yell, but this person was really arrogant!
Surrounded by a group of Shaolin monks, he still dared to speak arrogant words!
The eyes of the Shaolin monks were about to burst into flames, and they stared at the white figure angrily. They only waited for the abbot's order to catch these madmen!
Xuanci pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand, lowered his head and sighed: "In this case, several junior brothers invited this benefactor to come to my Shaolin to practice Zen for thirty years."
"The old monk is so shameless that he bullies those who are more than others."
"Yes, you are several hundred years old together, but you besieged my master."
"The thing is, the older you get, the less shameful you are. You want to trap my master in the Shaolin Temple, but you insist on talking about Zen practice."
"I just want to ask my young master to practice Zen for thirty years. Hehe, you guys can't do it!"
He only heard a few cooing sounds, but Bamboo Plum, Orchid Ju and a few people came up from behind.
The women spoke without any scruples, which made many monks present feel ashamed.
In the past, the monks in Shaolin have never done anything like this, bullying the few with their many, and swarming them all together.
But today, Shaolin has lost a lot of face. If it remains indifferent, what happened today will be widely reported in the world the next day, and Shaolin will no longer be able to lead the martial arts world.
The Bodhisattva still has three points of anger, let alone the ordinary people. When they heard the last sentence "No", the monks immediately became furious again and without hesitation, they called Jingzhou in the blink of an eye.