The Peerless Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 470

Liu Ada closed his eyes tightly. This decision was very difficult: "Then...you must not cheat me."

The affairs of the imperial court and martial arts, on the surface, seem to be secrets, but in fact, there are undercurrents surging on both sides, and the news spreads from one to the next.

In the martial arts, led by the Beggar Clan, except for Wudang, Emei, Sun Moon God Sect, Shaolin Temple, and some isolated gangs, all participated in it, and they are bound to win the Great Compassion Gift and become the leader of the martial arts.

On the other hand, this matter was linked to Shaolin Temple everywhere, but no one went to Shaolin Temple to help.

In Shaolin Temple, the new presiding abbot, Xuanli, is only about 50 years old. Because there are only two monks left in the Zhizi generation, they are unwilling to take over the position of abbot, so Xuanli, the chief disciple of Master Zhishen, will be in charge.This is a matter of driving ducks to the shelves. The only thing Xuanli can convince everyone is that he knows how to balance the pros and cons of all aspects, which is even more powerful than Master Zhishen.

"Brother Abbot." It was Xuan Bei who spoke, and he expressed his opinion on the fact that people from various factions in the martial arts are going to deal with the court: "Tao Junnuo, the leader of the beggar gang, seems to be here for my Shaolin Temple, but he didn't inform We are only secretly uniting with more than 30 major martial arts sects, it is false to want to help us Shaolin Temple, the truth is to win the concentration of the Great Compassion Fu."

Another monk, Xuantong, also said: "That's right, Junior Brother Xuanbei has the same opinion as me. I, Shaolin, could have ignored this matter. But the Great Compassion Fu was passed down by Bodhidharma, and it is in charge of the senior monks of my Shaolin Temple. .Since Li Tianxing killed several uncles and uncles and stole the Great Compassion Fu, Shaolin Temple has lost its reputation in the martial arts. I wonder what the abbot brother thinks?"

Xuanli said slowly: "Junior Brother Xuantong, the Great Compassion Fu is indeed the treasure of my Shaolin Temple, comparable to the Yi Jin Jing. But the news that has come out is still very vague. We don't know whether the Great Compassion Fu is in Li Tianxing's hands, or whether it is true or not. It is for the high officials of the imperial court to get it. As we all know, Li Tianxing's skill is so strong that even if he combines the power of my Shaolin monks, he will have little chance of winning. I would like to invite Master Zhang of Wudang to discuss this matter."

Xuan said sadly: "Brother Abbot, although Wudang and I have a deep relationship with Shaolin, they are not from our school. Shaolin Temple also belongs to the Wulin Taishan Beidou, defending the way and subduing demons, if you succeed, you don't need to ask others for help."

"There are priorities." Xuanli put incense on the Buddhist beads: "Several juniors, I am more anxious than you about the loss of the Great Compassion Fu, but I can't be arrogant. Once I become an enemy of the imperial court, the Shaolin Temple may face the crisis of being destroyed at any time. This matter requires a long-term plan.”

Just as Xuantong was about to speak, he suddenly felt the presence of outsiders around him: "Who—"

The person who jumped off the beam was Yun Xiaofeng, he had been hiding here for more than an hour, it's a pity that there are so many people in Shaolin Temple, but no one found him.

"Who are you? What's your plan to break into Shaolin?" Xuantong asked, pointing at his nose.

Twenty or so monks took up the formation with monk sticks.

Yun Xiaofeng glanced at them: "What plans do I have for Shaolin Temple, I just passed by here, I heard that the major sects of martial arts in the Central Plains are going to discuss how to deal with the imperial court and Li Tianxing, and they don't want to be the side of Taishan Beidou, but your Shaolin Temple has not received the invitation letter, I will represent you It's a pity for you. Why didn't you take the initiative to ask Li Tianxing to find out."

Xuanli asked: "Your Excellency is very good at lightness, and the pattern of the sword in your hand is also unprecedented. I don't know what sect it is from. You want to inquire about the secrets of my Shaolin Temple."

"Shouldn't we just have a meeting, and this is considered confidential?" Yun Xiaofeng took out a booklet from his arms: "I came here to deliver things out of good intentions. On my trip to the south of the Yangtze River, I met a few thieves who actually had The Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple, so I brought it here for you along the way."

After finishing speaking, he threw it lightly and was caught by Monk Xuantong.Xuantong opened it and saw: "It really is my Shaolin thing, how could it be on you, who are you?!"

Good intentions don't pay off, it doesn't matter if you came to give something, as long as it belongs to someone else, you will be classified as a thief.Yun Xiaofeng seemed to have lost patience with this group of monks: "Shaolin Temple...haha, a bunch of stupid bald donkeys, it seems that after Monk Zhishen, Shaolin Temple has no successors."

"Presumptuous! Shaolin Arhat Formation!" The monk shouted, and all the disciples lined up in four lines, surrounding Yun Xiaofeng.

Yun Xiaofeng lifted into the air in an instant, pointed his sword down, and the spinning swordsmanship beat twenty or so sticks so that they let go of their hands.The monk can still recognize this sword technique.

"Dugu Nine Swords." Xuan Bei looked nervously at the abbot Xuanli, and said to Yun Xiaofeng: "Your swordsmanship comes from the Huashan School, who taught it?"

Yun Xiaofeng didn't like to talk to him, so he jumped out of the Bodhidharma Hall.

Xuantong instructed the Shaolin disciples: "Go and stop him! Steal my Shaolin Temple's Yijinjing, if you want to leave, it's not that easy!"

Flying out of the main hall, a monk shouted behind him, and all the monks at the mountain gate chased after him. In a blink of an eye, two or three hundred monks surrounded the way forward, front, back, left, and right.

"Amitabha." Xuanli bowed, and made a voice with his inner strength: "The benefactor has come from a long way, so he has to leave at will. Why don't you stay and talk, so that I can wait for the Lord's kindness."

Yun Xiaofeng replied loudly: "Monk! You are all blind, and when others come to give gifts, you have to arrest the givers. Not to mention the Central Plains, even in our desert, there is no such rule."

The desert... the only one who can use the Dugu Nine Swords in the desert is the Mad Snake.

Xuantong took a step forward and asked, "You are the wild snake Yun Xiaofeng in the desert."

Seeing the other party laughing, Abbot Xuanli saluted again: "Benefactor Yun, how did you get the Yi Jin Jing from this temple, and who stole it, please tell me clearly."

"If you want to fight, just fight, stop talking nonsense, I don't know."

Xuan Bei thought that he had mastered some of Shaolin's unique skills, and they were quite powerful: "Okay, poor monk, come and learn your master's brilliant moves first, let's see the palm!"

It's a good move, the Great Merciful Chiba Palm, but its speed is still a bit slow.Monk Xuanbei is very powerful, when Yun Xiaofeng flew up, he made a big Vajra Fist, his internal force formed a wind, and collided with Yun Xiaofeng's falling sword energy.It was true at first, but within a moment, his internal strength could no longer support him.

Fortunately, Yun Xiaofeng didn't mean to hurt him, and quickly gathered his sword energy, the monk took a few steps back, his legs were unsteady: "Dugu Nine Swords really deserves its reputation."

"It's not that I'm good, it's that the level of your Shaolin Temple has regressed."

"you--"

Abbot Xuanli untied his cassock, and pointed at Yun Xiaofeng with a sudden finger.Yun Xiaofeng backhanded the sword, blocking the monk's finger force, but was forced by the force to retreat again and again. Looking at the blade, there were a little finger marks on it.Yun Xiaofeng snickered, and wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand: "What kind of fingering is this? It's so powerful. I thought that the strongest fingers in the Central Plains martial arts were descendants of the Dali Duan family. I didn't expect Shaolin Temple to have such masters."

Xuanli said: "This is just my Duoluoye finger in Shaolin. The poor monk is just learning and practicing, the benefactor laughed at him."

(End of this chapter)