Opening Sign to Shaolin Abbot

　　 Ji Yuan, the old owner of Wujian Villa, was knocked to the ground by Wuzhen with two punches in succession.

　　 Black nose and swollen face.

Senseless!

　　 Wu really uses that kind of unremarkable, most basic, simplest and rude moves.

　　 Ji Yuan at this time, look again at the age of over sixty years of age and enlightenment.

　　 is full of horror!

　　 What kind of an acquired old monk?

　　 This is clearly a senior expert who has returned to the original and true martial arts to reach the perfect state!

　　 In front of this senior Buddhist monk, Ji Yuan is nothing but a childless ant.

　　 Ji Yuan, who was full of horror, took a deep breath in his heart at this time.

　　 was full of shock, looked at Wuzhen in awe, and felt even more regretful for his previous rudeness in his heart.

　　 In regret, there was a trace of horror and happiness.

　　 He Ji Yuan was not killed on the spot by this senior Buddhist master.

　　 is already a blessing.

　　 is already a magnanimous and kind-hearted senior man.

　　 "Shaolin!"

　　 "This is Shaolin!"

　　 What made Ji Yuan's mind tremble even more was this powerful senior Buddhism master who was extremely powerful in martial arts.

　　 is the Shaolin Temple, the great disciple of the abbot Xuanxin's successor!

　　 Such a senior man who has returned to the basics, Xiaoyin hides in the impoverished land of Shaolin Temple.

　　 willingly under the door of the young Shaolin Abbot Xuanxin.

　　 Then this Shaolin Abbot Xuanxin.

Would not it be……

　　 Ji Yuan is more surprised as he thinks about it. He has an infinite awe and speculation for Shaolin and Xuanxin.

　　 "Grandpa..."

　　 was carrying a huge sword on his side, thistle sword, a black-clothed and white-haired young man, suddenly reacted at this time.

　　His grandfather, a martial arts expert whom he has admired infinitely since he was a child.

　　 was over 60 years old.

　　Only the old monk of the Budo Duo was beaten.

　　 and still hit the face with two punches, simply and brutally hit directly with a bruise and swollen face.

　　 Ruthlessly, the kind that fell to the ground.

　　 Witnessing this scene with his own eyes brought a great shock to the heart of the young Jijian.

　　 can't believe it at all!

　　 Grandpa Thistle Sword, in his heart, has always been a strong support like a mountain.

　　 how could this be...

　　 For a while, Ji Jian's heart became unbalanced, and he couldn't believe what happened before him.

　　 "Go to death!"

　　 With a loud shout, Ji Jian drew out the giant sword he was carrying on his back.

　　 Yijian cut towards Gozen.

　　 "No!"

　　 Ji Yuan, lying on the ground, yelled anxiously, dumbfounded.

　　 The grandson who has high hopes for himself.

　　 unexpectedly lost his mind, and shot the senior expert in front of him who had returned to the basics and reached the perfect state of martial arts.

　　 How can this work?

　　 Ji Yuan's heart is extremely anxious, his grandson is making a big mistake!

　　 But no matter what, at this time Ji Yuan, all the power that Jingqi God possessed was imprisoned or suppressed.

　　He is a terrible old man without the power to bind a chicken.

　　 There is no way to stop Grandson Jijian from making a mistake.

boom!

　　 Wuzhen is a set of Shaolin Arhat Boxing. It is a violent beating with the basic boxing technique directly at this sword.

　　 bang bang bang...

　　 The fist hit the flesh, the nose was blue and the face was swollen, a set of combined punches came down, and this sword was beaten into a pig's head and fell to the ground.

　　 His eyes were blood red, and she stared at the sky blankly.

　　 His sword heart collapsed.

　　 There is a big problem in mind.

　　 "Huh."

　　 Ji Yuan, the old villager of Wujian Villa, struggled to get up from the ground.

　　 couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 He can see that this martial arts reaches the perfect state, is already a return to basics, the senior master, and he really has no intention of killing his grandchildren.

　　 It's just that I want to teach their grandparents a little lesson.

　　 And this lesson, in the eyes of the old village owner Ji Yuan, is really light.

　　 is not even worth mentioning.

　　 He just got two punches, but his grandson Ji Jian just got a few more punches.

　　 A few punches, but it's just a skin injury.

　　 Otherwise, if this predecessor really makes a heavy hand, it would be nothing more than to kill their grandchildren.

　　Where is it necessary to use this plain basic boxing technique?

　　 "Master is kind."

　　 Ji Yuan, who stood up, folded his hands together, bending over to bow to Wuzhen with a grateful expression.

　　 After all, before, it was their grandfather and grandson who was rude first, if it weren't for this predecessor's broad-mindedness, he would be merciless.

　　 I'm afraid...

　　 Recalling that before, when we just met, this senior did a lot of courtesy.

　　 also lowered his posture, but it was their grandfather and grandson's arrogance that caused the incident...

　　 The contrast between the mood and the state of mind is simply a judgment.

　　 Ji Yuan, the old owner, couldn't help but blush.

　　 I feel ashamed and feel ashamed.

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 announced the Buddha's name, and Wuzhen calmed down his mind.

　　 The two gave a beating, and Gozen breathed out in his heart.

　　 "Owner, please follow the poor monk up the mountain."

　　 Gozen folded his hands together, and returned to his previous posture, becoming an inconspicuous old monk.

　　 One glance, unremarkable, unconventional.

　　 At this moment, Wu Zhen Ming Wu, what is the source of his power?

　　 also knows where his chances are.

　　The contrast on Wuzhen's body, the bigger the more incredible, the more it made the old village owner Ji Yuan fearful.

　　 Infinite admiration rises in my heart.

　　 "Master, please lead the way."

　　The old village owner Ji Yuan put his hands together, and respectfully bows to Wuzhen in front of him.

　　 At this moment, suddenly the tyrannical and imprisoned power that suppressed his cultivation and mind disappeared.

　　 Ji Yuan's spirit was raised again.

　　 But it also made Ji Yuan become more cautious and humble in front of Gozen.

　　 "Sword."

"Ugh……"

　　 Jiyuan lowered his head and glanced, his grandson Jijian, whose eyes were completely red with no spirit.

　　 couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

　　 The sword heart collapsed, and his mind was disturbed. Who can blame this?

　　 Weird Shaolin pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

　　 Isn't this all ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Their grandparents were arrogant and rude to themselves before?

　　 lifted up the dazed Ji Jian, and the grandfather and grandson followed Wuzhen to Shaoshi Mountain.

　　Upon the Shaoshi Mountain, the magnificent Daxiong Palace is in sight.

　　Monk Monastery, Bell and Drum Tower, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion...

　　The rich Buddhist atmosphere makes people feel at ease, and Ji Yuan's heart suddenly rises with admiration.

　　 There is a touch of piety on the face!

　　 Although the aura here is barren, it is incomparable to their swordless villa.

　　 But it is a real Buddhist pure place.

　　 Under the leadership of Wuzhen, the old village master Ji Yuan and the dazed Ji Jian came outside the Abbot's Monastery.

　　 "Please wait here for the owner."

　　 Wuzhen turned around, and after giving a slight salute, he stepped cautiously into the temple.

　　 is in this quiet and elegant place.

　　The breathing slowed down.

　　 "The owner, the abbot would like to please."

　　 Wuzhen entered the temple, walked out after a while, and raised his hand to Ji Yuan inviting.

　　 "Thank you Master."

　　 Ji Yuan hurriedly responded respectfully to Gozen.

　　 was careful on the face, and didn't dare to neglect.

　　 After Wu Zhen introduced Ji Yuan to the temple, he went down again.

　　 And Ji Yuan is, holding the mentally disturbed grandson Ji Jian, and carefully walked into this quiet and quiet temple.

Roar……

　　 There was a tiger roar, and suddenly a variegated tiger appeared in front of him, and his body exuded a fierce aura. The cold and arrogant king tiger stared at this Ji Yuan proudly.

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Ji Yuan was horrified, and couldn't help taking a breath, exclaiming: "Monster... King..."