The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 251 Constellation faction, sweeping the floor

Three days later.

On Mount Shaoshi, when the sun was about to set, three figures gradually emerged and walked down the ancient road.

Although it's autumn now, the grass and mountains are green and the scenery is natural. The steep and steep peaks are really magical and amazing. In addition to the afterglow of the setting sun, it is really fascinating.

Murong Bo said with a smile all over his eyes: "God bless my Murong family, but today there is great chaos, the world is in turmoil, and all forces are constantly fighting. No matter who gets the treasure map, this Central Plains Wulin will inevitably suffer great damage; if I win again The secret of ascension in the daytime will definitely drive the heroes, and when they raise their arms, they will rise up."

Along the way, the three of them have been used to fighting, with forces from all sides, black and white.

Jiumozhi said with a smile: "In this way, I, Tubo, can also take advantage of the situation to get a share, and I am afraid that Daliao will not give up the golden opportunity to carve up the Central Plains. We will each get something."

"Not bad!"

Murong Bo put on gray clothes, his eyes were shining, his chest and abdomen heaved, if he had lofty ambitions, he seemed to be ready to ascend the throne, proclaim himself emperor, and restore Dayan.

The two sandwiched Chen Zhuo in the middle, they still didn't forget to look at him while talking and laughing.

"Brother Chen, your talent is astonishing and your aptitude is extraordinary. Why don't you join us in making a big event together. When the new dynasty is established, you will be able to rise to the sky in one step and be named a general."

On the way here, Jiumozhi had already explained Chen Zhuo's excellence one by one in detail, even Murong Bo, who is famous in the martial arts world, is almost invincible and domineering.

The martial arts cheats in the "Huan Shi Shui Pavilion" are all hidden by him, so he knows the difficulty of enlightenment.

It seems that only need to prove right or wrong, but it is difficult to pick dozens of martial arts from thousands of classics, and it would take some effort for him himself, but this young man can find it out with just one glance. Appalling.

Chen Zhuo shook his head and smiled softly: "Boy, I'm used to wandering around. Besides, there are many masters in the Jianghu who are not inferior to Mr. Murong. If you don't accomplish a major event, let's make assumptions first, and don't make it a joke."

Murong Bo's smile froze, then turned into a half-smile, like a mature old fox.

Jiumozhi waved his sleeves, and said decisively: "Nonsense, according to this poor monk, Senior Murong is already a first-class master in the Jianghu, even the so-called 'Northern Qiaofeng' is probably the only Why do you want to make assumptions about avoiding the situation."

The mountain road is winding, and the sunset is shining.

The three of them said and did it.

Chen Zhuo said: "That man in black with a mysterious identity can be counted as one, and old Mr. Murong Bo should know about the 'Xiaoyao School'."

Murong Bo's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Unexpectedly, little brother Chen even knows about the 'Xiaoyao Sect'. In this way, the old man is indeed a little too happy."

His Murong family was married to the Gusu Wang family, so he knows the location of the "Langhuan Yudong" of the Wang family, and many martial arts secret books in the "Huan Shi Shui Pavilion" were obtained from the Wang family, how can he not know.

It's a pity that the "Xiaoyao Sect" has always been mysterious and low-key. Although he knows its existence, he doesn't know the depth of it. In addition, he has been hiding in the "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" since he faked his death, and he has no intentions.

Jiumozhi said: "Forgive me for my ignorance, what kind of sect is this 'Xiaoyao Sect'?"

Chen Zhuo replied: "Grandmaster is rampant in the western frontier, I want to know something about the 'Xingxiu School' of the Western Xingxiu Sea."

Jiumozhi blurted out: "Xingxiu old monster Ding Chunqiu?"

More than just understanding, both sides are rampant in the west of the Central Plains, one is one of the eight great protectors of Western Tantric Buddhism, and the other is an evil heretic, how can they not be familiar with it.

"This Ding Chunqiu is an abandoned disciple of the 'Xiaoyao Sect', and he has not received the true instruction."

Hearing Chen Zhuo's words, Murong Bo's heart was also agitated.

Ding Chunqiu's poison kung fu "Huagong Dafa" is very famous, everyone in the world is frightened, not to mention the best in the world, he is considered first-class in the world, but he is just an outcast of the "Xiaoyao Sect".

It is only said that the three people have different thoughts, seeing that the gate of Shaolin Temple is not far away, Chen Zhuo suddenly said: "It's strange, maybe something big happened in Shaolin Temple?"

Murong Bo and Jiumozhi took advantage of the situation to look, but saw that on the mountain road leading to the thousand-year-old temple, colorful cloth banners rose up in the wind, all of which were painted with five poisons, so evil.

All the people under the flag were vicious and fierce, with all sorts of strange things. Once the evening wind passed, there was a sudden turmoil, which should be caused by practicing poison kung fu.

And the gate of Shaolin Mountain was wide open, and all the monks and heads were waiting solemnly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The two sides confronted.

"Old Immortal Constellation, the mana is boundless!"

Hear yelling.

Chen Zhuo thought in his heart what he really said.

I saw a sedan chair in the middle, with gauze and hanging curtains, and the momentum was not small.

"Xuanci, quickly hand over that man, together with the treasure map on his body!"

Suddenly there was a cold sound in the sedan chair.

"Benefactor Ding, what you said is clearly a challenge for me."

"Abbot, why are you talking nonsense with him, evil devils heretics, everyone gets to punish him!
A group of monks were outraged.

"act recklessly!"

In the sedan chair, I saw a hand stretched out, holding a wooden tripod in the palm, but I didn't see how it moved. I just threw the wooden tripod outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple. A puff of green smoke immediately overflowed from the tripod, and was pushed by the wind, and immediately penetrated into it. Shaolin Temple.

The poisonous smoke came together, and all kinds of poisons came out in the mountains and forests.

All kinds of scorpions, centipedes, poisonous snakes, and spiders poured out one after another, followed by the poisonous smoke into Shaolin.

Dare to feel that the thousand-year-old temple also failed to escape the catastrophe.

Hearing the screams from the temple, Murong Bo raised his hand and grabbed Chen Zhuo's shoulders, and with Jiumozhi, he suddenly took a big stride and flew away like a swallow, taking advantage of the dark sky to fly into the temple.

The poisonous smoke was mighty and mighty, sweeping across the place, all the monks felt dizzy, their hands and feet were so weak, and it was difficult to mobilize their internal energy. Then they were bitten by the poisonous insect, and they all died on the spot.

"Good guy, this fellow dared to attack Shaolin."

Chen Zhuo was secretly amazed.

However, if the other party dared to act like this, he might have other confidence.

Now "Ascension in the Daylight" has aroused the world, and it has attracted several old monsters.

Murong Bo seemed to have some idea, he just brought the two of them to the "Sutra Pavilion", listening to the noise outside, he explained a few words casually, and sneaked out again mysteriously.

Once this person left, Jiumozhi became dishonest.

Now he is in Shaolin scripture pavilion, with his eyes rolled, he has already searched through many scriptures, he can read and hold, he even stuffed several secret books into his bosom, until there was a noise outside the pavilion, Jiumo Only then did Zhi Fang escape, leaving only Chen Zhuo alone.

At this time, the sky was already dark, the interior of the Sutra-Depository Pavilion was pitch black, there was a faint light outside the window, there must be someone holding a torch, shouting everywhere, there were shouts from monks and disciples from Xingxiu Sect.

Chen Zhuo looked amused, these two people were afraid they were going to take advantage of the fire to rob, and wanted to snatch the treasure map in the chaos.

He walked around the scripture pavilion twice without any haste, flipping through the scriptures casually.

He has already comprehended a lot of Taoist and Confucian ancient books and fragments of scriptures. They are so wonderful that they are extremely powerful. The only remaining of the three religions is the method of Buddhism. If he can understand the three religions, he may...

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sound of sweeping the floor in the originally quiet and quiet Buddhist scripture pavilion.

"Shh! Shh!"

(End of this chapter)