Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Shaolin Temple was filled with flames, blazing flames spreading like fire dragons in the wind, making people tremble with fear.

In the Sutra Pavilion, the sweeping monk remained calm.

He knew that these people did not want to fight him to the death.

Instead, he wanted to trap him, unable to support the Shaolin back mountain, and asked flatly:

"You guys, is it possible that you really want to fight me to the death in Shaolin?"

The "Evil Emperor" scratched his head at Yu Tian, ​​showing a troubled look:

"Hehe, it's really troublesome."

"Sweep the floor, wouldn't it be nice if you just sit here obediently?"

The sweeping monk recited the name of the Buddha: "The remains of the "Demon" cannot leave Shaolin. "

"Then I'm sorry." Xiang Yutian took out the chain iron ball and kept shaking it in his hand.

The style of the painting does not look like a king at all. Instead, it looks like a street gangster who wants to duel with others.

""Evil Emperor" why don't we take this opportunity to kill him directly? "

The evil spirit of hard work surrounds the body, which seems to be incompatible with the Buddha's character in the Sutra Pavilion.

Si Hanfei and Meng Chixing also nodded towards Xiang Yutian.

Instructing them to take action together to kill the sweeping monk.

With a smile on his face, Xiang Yutian looked at the sweeping monk and said, "Okay, okay, then let's kill him."

"Amitabha, are you deceiving me that there is no one in Shaolin?"

With a Buddha's name, he turned to the opposite side of Yutian and others.

An old monk with a short stature, a thin face, and a kind expression walked out.

Xiang Yutian looked at the visitor jokingly and asked curiously: "Who is this person?"

Meng Chixing took a few breaths and said:

"This person's name is Fang Zheng, and his strength is not low."

He waved his hand to Yutian and said disdainfully:

"Oh, one more is not much. Killing is just right."

at this time.

Something suddenly flew out of the window and hit Xiang Yutian hard.

The momentum is powerful and the power is endless, like a small mountain.

Seeing this, Xiang Yutian smiled slightly, but no one saw him make any move.

The flying object actually stopped in mid-air.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was a wine jar with half a tank of wine left.

Fang Zheng's heart was filled with fear, and he secretly thought that Xiang Yutian was worthy of being the "evil emperor" of the demon sect. His mental power could already control objects through the air.

"He's a bastard, you devil bastards, why don't you stay in the Yuan Kingdom."

"You came to our Shaolin Temple to cause trouble. Do you really think that the Sa family's fists can't kill you?"

The door of the [Tibetan Scripture Pavilion] was kicked to pieces with great force with a bang.

Another great monk walked in. He was slovenly, smelled of alcohol, and was full of foul language.

When Xiang Yutian saw him coming in, he laughed and said:

"I know this monk. I even had a drinking contest with him."

The wine-fighting monk pointed at Xiang Yutian and said truthfully:

"Xiang Yutian, you bastard, came to attack Shaolin, and I only drank half of my wine."

When Xiang Yutian was scolded, instead of getting angry, he laughed "hehe".

There is no air of "evil emperor" at all:

"Doujiu, don't be angry."

"Three against four, you might still be weak."

"If you are beaten to death today, you will never have to drink again tomorrow."

The wine-fighting monk glanced at the sweeping monk and said, "What's the matter, we Shaolin can't get four heavenly beings?"

Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "Three against four, although we are a little tired, it's not a big problem."

When the sweeping monk heard this, he sighed.

The enemy attacks Shaolin.

The destruction is just casual, the goal is the remains of the "Devil".

Now three against four, they have lost the upper hand.

No matter what, it is a defeat.

"Oh, I just hope Du'e and the others can hold on until we repel the powerful enemy."

The ultimate battle between the demons and Buddhas is about to begin.

Under the pressure of the general trend, the void actually shook violently.

It made a "crackling" sound of energy explosion, and the sound was astonishing to the extreme.

"Hey, let's do it!" Xiang Yutian stopped laughing and suddenly became serious.

With a greeting, he waved the iron ball above his head, spinning faster and faster and slamming into the sweeping monk.

The strength and speed are absolutely terrifying.

The sweeping monk's mind was as calm as still water, without joy or fear.

He picked up the broom next to him and swept it upwards. The Qi attached to the broom head easily resisted the hammer attack.

Xiang Yutian concentrated his energy quickly, and with a quick turn, the iron ball followed the broom head like a snake. ..

Crash into the door of the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk did not dare to be careless. He leaned back and rotated his wrist along with the iron ball.

Want to get rid of Yu Tian's pursuit.

"I want to run, but I'm still close." Xiang Yutian's skillful way of swinging the iron ball was superb.

The iron ball in his hand seemed like a living creature full of magical and evil meaning.

There are endless tricks and unique skills, which are hard to resist.

In the blink of an eye, it flew several feet away and reached the sweeping monk like a thunderbolt.

The sweeping monk looked leisurely and carefree, and he no longer retreated.

The Buddha's light in his hand smacked forward.

"bump!"

There was a thunderous explosion, and the iron ball aimed at Yutian was slapped back hard by him.

Xiang Yutian smiled again, took the chain back, and said with a smile: "You guys should go and have some fun too."

…

Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan ran wildly in the Shaolin Temple and finally arrived at the back mountain.

“Where are the remains of the ‘Devil’? Zhu Yuyan asked curiously with her beautiful eyes moving.

Cheng Kun said: "According to my many years of research, it is in the back mountain and is guarded by Sandu."

"Sandu, I heard that they have a close relationship with the Ming Cult." Shi Zhixuan said.

Zhang Wuji asked in confusion: "Could it be that Sandu has a grudge against my Mingjiao?"

Cheng Kun said: "Of course, Yang Dingtian blinded Du'e in one eye back then."

"After all these years of Sandu, I still can't forget it."

"So much so that I have been unable to enter the realm of unity between man and nature."

Zhang Wuji was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party and Mingjiao had such a connection.

A few people were walking when suddenly, three long, dark ropes came from the left and right.

He patted Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan who were walking at the front.

"Be careful!" Cheng Kun warned loudly when he saw this.

Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan felt that the long rope was extremely powerful, their expressions changed, and they quickly used their movements.

He hurriedly dodged, and then heard three sounds of "papapapa" in his ears.

Taking a closer look, there were three three-inch long pits where the long rope passed.

Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan both felt cold in their hearts.

If this were slapped on the body, the bones would be broken and the internal organs would be broken. All of them said angrily:

"Huh, I guess the Shaolin monks also like to play this sneaky trick."

"Amitabha, you demon sect thieves are trespassing on our back mountain of Shaolin. You should be killed." A withered voice replied calmly.

At this time, everyone discovered that there were holes in the trunks of the three pine trees diagonally opposite, just enough for one person. There was an old monk sitting in the holes of each tree.

It is Shaolin Sandu.

Through the moonlight, I could barely see the faces of the three monks.

The monk sitting in the northeast corner had a face as dark as pig iron;

The monk in the northwest corner is as withered and yellow as a haggard tree;

The monk directly south was as pale as a sheet of paper.

The three monks all had sunken cheeks and were so thin that they had no muscles at all. The yellow-faced monk glanced at them.

The five eyes of the three old monks reflected the lightning, making them even more dazzling.

Cheng Kun reminded:

"Sandu has a surly personality and is not as kind as Kong Jian."

"You have to be careful, don't die."