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Upon hearing Xu Chenzhou's words, Abbot Tianming hesitated.

This bet is undoubtedly an advantage for Shaolin.

The martial arts masters in Yitian World have their limits. Being able to fight one against a thousand is already the top master among the top masters.

The Shaolin Temple has only a large number of people. There are more than a thousand monks in the temple, and there are many good warriors among them.

If these monks swarmed up, even the best masters in the world would not be their opponents.

But agreeing to this bet is undoubtedly putting the Shaolin Temple's face at its feet.

The majestic Shaolin Temple, the largest sect in the world, used the human sea tactic to win during the martial arts competition.

When the news spread, Abbot Tianming felt that he would have no shame in going to the West to meet the ancestors of Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, a loud voice came from the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.

"What an arrogant young man, he actually dares to come to my Shaolin Temple to act wild. He is really courageous. I can deal with you by myself."

As he spoke, three old monks in gray clothes appeared on the square of Shaolin Temple.

The faces of these three old monks were haggard, and the beards on their chins were so long that they reached the ground. They looked much older than the six elders of Xin Chan Hall.

Who are these three? The monks in Shaolin Temple looked at each other. They had grown up in Shaolin and had never seen these three old monks in all their years of living.

Only the six elders of Xin Chan Hall showed joy on their faces.

"I've met Master Huiyuan, Master Huizhi, and Master Huitong."

Seeing these three people, Xu Chenzhou had an expected expression on his face. Shaolin Temple indeed had a hidden trump card.

"So, you Shaolin agreed to this bet?"

Hui Yuan, the leader of the three old monks, nodded: "Of course, if the three of us are not your opponents, then what's the harm in agreeing to you."

After receiving this answer, Xu Chenzhou nodded with satisfaction.

"In this case, Jun Bao, please take action. Use swordsmanship. Remember to be careful. The weapon has no eyesight. Don't hurt the lives of the three masters. These three masters are different from the other sanctimonious monks in Shaolin Temple. I think they are quite good. It’s pleasing to the eye.”

Zhang Junbao also nodded: "Now that I know the group leader, I will definitely be careful."

The conversation between the two was heard by the monks in the Shaolin Temple. One Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Although these two juniors are good at martial arts, where do they get the confidence to be so arrogant?

They, the Shaolin Temple, all showed their hidden cards, yet they still acted like this.

Even the three masters couldn't help but feel a little angry.

At this moment, Zhang Junbao reached back and took out a stick-like object wrapped in linen.

"Three masters, please take your weapons, otherwise it may be difficult to face the enemy with bare hands." Zhang Junbao kindly reminded.

The leader, Master Huiyuan, had a confident smile on his lips: "No, no, no, no, no, if we have to use weapons to deal with a little kid like you, then at this age, I will have to live like a dog."

Zhang Junbao was no longer polite when he heard this, and his inner strength shook the linen cloth outside the Thunder Suspense Sword to pieces.

Zhang Junbao's soul moved, and the Thunder Suspense Sword was unsheathed and suspended in mid-air.

Then in an instant, there was a thunderous explosion, and the Thunder Suspense Sword rushed towards Master Huiyuan like a wild horse.

This scene shocked everyone present!

what is this! What the hell is this!

Cheating doesn't work like this, right?

The hanging style of painting is completely different.

While others are still practicing martial arts, big brother, you have already begun to cultivate immortality.

At this time, the three masters no longer have any masterful demeanor.

This sword is very powerful at first glance. No matter how confident the three masters are in their own horizontal training skills, they will not think that their physical bodies can withstand such swordsmanship.

They jumped up and down like three monkeys, trying their best to avoid the attack of the Thunder Suspense Sword.

Zhang Junbao was still merciful and did not push the Thunder Suspense Sword with all his strength. Otherwise, at the speed of the Thunder Suspense Sword, the three masters would fall to the ground in an instant.

"Tianming, quickly throw the Zen staff in your hand over."

Master Huiyuan sounded anxious, as if his buttocks had been burned by fire.

Abbot Tianming hurriedly threw the Zen staff over. The two Zen masters Wuxiang and Wuse were also very discerning and threw the weapons in their hands to the other two old monks.

But the gap between the three of them and Zhang Junbao cannot be smoothed away with just one weapon.

Seeing that the three old monks had weapons, Zhang Junbao finally let go of his hands and feet and used them with all his strength.

I saw the speed of the Thunder Suspense Sword in mid-air getting faster and faster, flying through the void with a sound of thunder.

The three old monks used the Zen staffs in their hands to prevent the water from pouring into the water, and their strong internal energy even formed a twisted air wall in the air.

Although this kind of internal strength cultivation is not as outrageous as the sweeping monk who can easily push a thick blast of true energy.

But in the martial arts world, he is definitely an unparalleled master.

When the Five Jue of the Central Plains saw it, they didn't dare to say that they were sure of victory.

A stream of stick force came out from the sticks of the three old monks and hit the bluestone floor, leaving countless stick marks on the century-old bluestone floor of the Shaolin Temple.

However, although the stick skills of the three old monks were superb, they were meaningless to Zhang Junbao.

The Thunder Suspense Sword does not require anyone to hold it and can attack from various unexpected angles. No matter how strong the three teachers' random cloak stick techniques are, they still have flaws.

These flaws are in many tricky places. For ordinary martial arts people, these flaws do not exist.

For example, no one can send the long sword in his hand behind the opponent when fighting, and then quickly pierce it from the feet at a 45-degree angle.

But the Thunder Suspense Sword can do it.

Moreover, the Thunder Suspense Sword is made of special materials and has the characteristic of breaking the Gang. The Qi wall can't stop the power of the Thunder Suspense Sword at all!

In a moment, the cassocks of the three teachers had more than a dozen holes. Not only that, even their eyebrows and beards were not saved.

At this time, the three old monks looked like three shiny boiled eggs from a distance.

"Zhang Daxia, stop, we admit defeat

What a sword-controlling technique, the magic sword flies to the sky, it is simply the legendary sword fairy.

It is really ridiculous to punish a person like you by the temple rules for stealing Shaolin martial arts."

Tianming Abbot also clasped his hands together, sighed, and tacitly acknowledged this fact.

At this time, another old monk among the six elders of Xinchan Hall stood up.

"No, we haven't lost yet. Didn't the donor just say that he would fight against all the monks of Shaolin Temple with two people?

We still have a thousand monks in Shaolin Temple. I don't believe that we can't take them down with the strength of the whole Shaolin Temple.

Even if he is a sword immortal, he is still a mortal.

He only has one sword and we have more than a thousand people."

Hearing the words of the old monk, Zhang Junbao sighed deeply.

Some people really don't cry until they see the Yellow River. It seems that they have been the number one sect in the martial arts world for too long and their brains are broken.

To deal with ordinary martial artists, the human wave tactics are effective. After all, no matter how strong the masters are, they are also mortals.

But the sword immortal method he is using now is not afraid of the human wave tactics.

As long as the martial arts are not able to block the flying sword, there is no difference between a thousand people and one person.

Zhang Junbao pointed his hand, and the Thunder Suspense Sword broke through the air in an instant.

This time Zhang Junbao used all his strength, and the Thunder Suspense Sword cut through the sky with his thoughts.

The speed of the sword light was extremely fast, like thunder and lightning, and only a few people at the scene could see the trajectory of the sword light clearly.

In the eyes of most people, it was just a flash of sword light and a thunder in their ears, and everything was over.

In a moment, the Thunder Suspense Sword returned to Zhang Junbao's hand.

"Even so, you are not going to admit defeat?"

"Next time, my sword will not show mercy."

After Zhang Junbao finished speaking, the Thunder Suspense Sword suspended in the air sank into the scabbard with a choke.

He put his hands behind his back, the magic sword in his hand, and a stern breath spread out, and the scene was silent for a while.

The old monk of Xinchan Hall was stunned, turned his head and looked at the 108 Arhats of Shaolin Temple behind him.

I saw that there was a white mark on the left eyebrow of the 108 Arhats. This mark was about 0.5 cm wide and about 3 cm long. It passed through the left eyebrow obliquely, which was extremely conspicuous.