Hero Cultivation System

"Is it okay, Mr. Chen?" Qu He and Tu Yan hurried over to support Mr. Chen, while another old man stood in front of them to prevent Liang Gong from pursuing him after his victory.

"It doesn't matter, ah! My hair, my beard, my eyebrows! I... I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Mr. Chen stood firm and checked that his body was still intact, but when he touched it

With his head like a cooked egg, he immediately went crazy with anger, and the true energy from his whole body suddenly surged out, shocking the well-meaning Qu He and Tu Yan back three steps.

"Old Chen, calm down and wait until I finish speaking before you take action." Another old man standing in front of them stretched out his hand to stop him. Although Old Chen was so angry that he almost lost his mind, he still had to listen to what the old brother said, so he would tolerate this tone for the time being.

Just live.

"Young man, I, Li Dong, have lived for eighty-seven years and have only seen wood-burning sword skills three times in my life. Unexpectedly, the fourth time I saw it was the most powerful one. Haha! Are you a Shaolin disciple? You

Who is under his command?" Old man Li Dong has a kind face and kind words.

As the saying goes, you can't reach out to hit someone with a smiling face. Liang Gong reluctantly replied: "I have no sect, and I am not a Shaolin disciple."

"No way? Shaolin's wood-burning sword technique must be supplemented by Shaolin's heart method. It seems that your pile technique should be practicing the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, right?" Li Dong laughed and said: "The wood-burning sword technique and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra are not true disciples of Shaolin."

It’s said that you can’t be a Shaolin disciple. Oh! By the way, you may have some scruples, right?”

Without saying a word, Li Dong stretched out a short bright silver knife half a foot long from under his robe, and slashed three times into the air! The sword was fierce and powerful, but surprisingly, it also contained a compassionate meaning.

Liang Gong's eyes widened: "Breaking the Precept Sword Technique!"

"That's right! It's the breaking sword technique. Now you believe it! I am also a disciple of the Shaolin family, so I should be a senior disciple. Who is your master? Maybe you have to call me uncle."

Li Dong is actually a Shaolin disciple!

Although he kept talking about old monks, masters, and old men, Liang Gong admired his master, the sweeping monk, very much. He would not admit it verbally, but in his heart he always regarded himself as a Shaolin disciple. At this time, he heard that Wutonghui was a filth-mongering society.

There was actually a Shaolin lay disciple in the Lower Jiuliu Gang, and the fire in his heart was instantly ignited, but he still held back his anger and asked for clarification:

"Mr. Li, since you are a Shaolin lay disciple, how come you get together with Wu Tong, a woman who commits silver robbery and commits all kinds of evil?"

Li Dong looked at him in surprise for a long time, guessing that his master probably didn't tell him the truth: "What era is this? Where are those antiques about courtesy and shame? Besides, didn't your master tell you?"

Seeing the confused look on Liang Gong's face, Li Dong decided to tell him clearly to prevent the flood from destroying the Dragon King Temple: "I'll just tell you the truth. Anyway, it will be made public in two days. Just listen.

Well, Wutonghui and Shaolin are both the founders of the Wulin Alliance, and the leader of this sect is the current leader of the Wulin Alliance! Do you think it is normal for me to be a worshiper here?"

Boom! These words hit Liang Gong's heart like a bolt from the blue, making his ears ring and his eyes dazzled. The Shaolin sect that leads the martial arts is the leader of the martial arts alliance? Damn it, is this world upside down?

So that’s the case, no wonder Shaolin didn’t send anyone to participate in the Wudang Clan’s martial arts conference. He originally thought it was a battle of loyalty. Damn it! Since the Shaolin Sect is the leader of the Wulin League, it is of course impossible for the Shaolin Sect to rebel against itself. And just because the leader is the Shaolin Sect,

Only the Wulin Alliance could expand to such a large scale so quickly.

Damn, this is even more annoying!

The fact that Shaolin monks do not observe the precepts and meditate, but only engage in some commercial activities has raised eyebrows. Now they actually set up a martial arts alliance with the intention of unifying the world and controlling the black and white and economic lifelines of China. They also have the Wutong Association, Paihuamen, etc.

The human trafficking gangs of Xia Wumen have joined together. This is not just not doing their job properly, but has truly crossed the line.

The old master monk has been sweeping the earth all his life. If he knew that Shaolin is now like this, I wonder if he would be sad? If there is a problem, the disciple will do his duty, and I will take up the burden. If Shaolin does not return to the right path, I will

Just beat them until they change.

Now that I have made up my mind, there is no need to talk nonsense to these scum: "Stop talking nonsense, I have already said that I am not a Shaolin disciple. You guys, look at those women who are like wandering ghosts who are ordered around by others, you are still worthy of being

A person? Huh! Scumbag!"

"Old Li, get out of the way! Since this kid is ignorant, there is no need to say more." Mr. Chen pushed Li Dong away and strode forward, holding a rare judge's pen in his hand.

"Old Chen, this kid is difficult to deal with. Don't be careless." Li Dong gave him a helpless warning.

"Mr. Chen, this kid is very difficult to deal with, and his movements are very fast, please be careful!" Qu He added at the end.

"Don't worry, I just underestimated the enemy. I don't know how many times I've killed this kind of kid in my life..." Before he could finish his words, his figure suddenly dwarfed and disappeared from everyone's eyes. Flowers bloomed on the beam in an instant.

In front of Gong's body, people were dazzled. Suddenly, a little silver light poked out from many strokes, and quickly touched Liang Gong's three acupuncture points.

"Yes! Chen Lao's sword never grows old." Tu Yan laughed.

"Mr. Chen's Fairy Drawing Needle move is at its peak. I really have nothing to say." Qu He praised.

Old man Li Dong also nodded.

However, at the moment when Mr. Chen's judge pen was about to hit Liang Gong's chest, Liang Gong in front of him suddenly turned into a shadow, and a black light seemed to fly from the sky and passed over Mr. Chen's neck in an instant.

"Uh!" Tu Yan's laughter froze on the spot, and a hot head whirled around and fell into his arms. When he lowered his head, he saw that Mr. Chen's eyes were wide open and he would not close his eyes.

Tu Yan was so frightened that the top master of Sanhua Ju had his head cut off with a single sword. Now he believed that the golden boy had died in his hands.

Qu He was trembling all over. He had sparred with Mr. Chen and threw the knife to admit defeat within thirty moves, but Mr. Chen was actually beheaded by a knife. This man was definitely not something he could resist.

"Li, you have disgraced Shaolin! Let's see what the sword-breaking technique is."

The black light slashed through Mr. Chen's neck, and even more than was satisfied, he flashed in front of Li Dong and slashed three swords from different angles. It was more fierce and ruthless than what Li Dong had just used, and even a little bit more...

Weird taste.

Old Man Li Dong said sternly: "You've come just in time! I'll let you know what the breaking sword technique is." He also made three knives with a big spin, and the move was exactly the same as Liang Gong, except that the angle and speed were different.

The swords connected with each other, "Dang! Dang!" There were only two sounds of gold and iron clashing, but the third sound was a long and sad scream: "Ah! You are not a broken sword...".

The scream was dull and weak, and it belonged to Li Dong.

No need to ask who lost and who won, Tu Yan and Qu He rushed into the elevator door with cold hands and feet.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Tu Yan desperately urged Qu He to press the button, and Qu He clicked continuously. Finally, the elevator responded and slowly began to close.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! God of Five Powers bless you!" Tu Yan had just sent out fifty completed beauties to the buyers, and his bank account had only one more digit. Unexpectedly, twenty minutes later, he met

At this critical moment of life and death, I really wish I could come back later.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Bodhisattva will bless you, Jesus, Allah and the gods of the past will all bless you. Whoever protects me from this disaster will be my loyal follower." Qu He no longer believed in the Wutong God and simply said nonsense.

Give it a try and see if you can climb up to that god.

Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, only one foot... nine inches... eight inches... getting smaller and smaller, the two of them slowly relaxed.

Who would have expected, at this moment...

"Wait for me!" Liang Gong's voice came through the gap, and then a puff of smoke drifted in from the smallest to the smallest crack, and the door slowly closed tightly.

The elevator started to move upwards, but there was a lot of banging and banging in the elevator, and several screams that did not sound like human voices could be heard faintly.