God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

"Huh? Demon-subduing boxing, this bookshelf is full of exercises! Don't worry! I'll take it!"

Mo Yi smiled lightly, waved it casually, and received it all into the system space, turned around and sorted it out, and then went to the next bookshelf.

So, here, Dongfang Bai, one bookshelf, one bookshelf search, while Mo Yi's side is a bookshelf, and the search of a bookshelf is all stored in the system space.

Anyway, the system space is very powerful, and all the books in it only occupy one grid.

Even if the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is emptied, it will not be a problem.

"Thousand-handed Tathagata! I accept it!"

"Moke's decision! I accept it!"

"Veduo Palm! I accept it!"

"Jialan Sutra! Leave him alone, take it first and then talk about it!"

……

With a wave of his hand, all the seventy-two stunts entered the system space.

In line with the principle that it is better to collect more than to let go, many other scriptures were also collected by Mo Yi, which really cost the Shaolin Temple's life!

"found it!"

At this time, Dongfang Bai exclaimed and looked at the two secret books in his hand: "The Sutra of Yi Jin and the Sui Sui!"

Mo Yi came over and nodded: "Keep it!"

Then, Mo Yi waved his hand, and all the other scriptures around him disappeared and were put into the system space.

"You...you...this is..."

Looking at Mo Yi's incredible means, Dongfang Bai couldn't help exclaiming.

Mo Yi grabbed Dongfang Bai's waist and smiled lightly, "I'll tell you later for my husband!"

"Humph!" Dongfang Bai snorted coldly, but his cheeks were slightly flushed.

At this time, there was a sudden movement outside.

"Master, the two brothers are dead!"

"What!" The old monk couldn't help exclaiming. He stepped forward quickly to check the bodies of the two and found that although they were leaning against the wall, they were already dead.

There is a flying knife behind it!

In this situation, the old monk's face changed sharply, and his anger was unstoppable: "Quick, form an Arhat formation, and surround me with the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and definitely can't let the thief go."

"Yes!"

In an instant, many disciples hurriedly formed a formation to meet the enemy, and the old monk pushed open the door and rushed in directly.

Looking at the half-empty Tibetan scripture pavilion, the old monk's face was pale and bloodless, and when he saw Mo Yi and Dongfang Bai, who were light-hearted on the opposite side, he couldn't help but feel frightened:

"You...you...you dare to loot the Shaolin Scripture Collection Pavilion! The crime is unforgivable, and today Lao Na will take you down!"

"Haha." Mo Yi smiled lightly, with a playful look on his face: "I see, let me send you to see the Buddha!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yi formed a seal on his hands, and a note of Kang Long Yu regret shot out directly.

The long golden dragon roared out and rushed towards the old monk.

The old monk's face changed sharply, and he quickly moved his hands together: "The hand of great compassion!"

But unfortunately, his internal strength and palm technique are really not worth mentioning.

The whole person was blasted out, blood spilled into the sky.

Even Fang Zheng's younger brother, Master Fang Sheng, can't handle Mo Yi's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, not to mention that Mo Yi has now broken through to the early days of the day after tomorrow, and his power is even greater.

"Uncle Master!"

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"Uncle Master!"

The disciples outside hurriedly put up the long stick in their hands, shot together, and took the old monk down.

But his face changed sharply: "Uncle Shi, dead!"

"what!"

Everyone was terrified, and at this moment, the bell of the Shaolin Temple rang instantly.

All the monks who participated in Zen meditation and the sleeping monks woke up in an instant, and surrounded the pavilion.

Mo Yi and Dongfang Bai walked out, watching all this with great interest.

Going to Shaolin today, to receive interest, naturally let Shaolin go up and down, unforgettable!

"Bold thieves, you trespassed into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in our temple, and dared to kill people! Today we will eliminate the devil and guard the way!"

"Hahaha, what a demon guard, go and ask Fang Zheng, the bald donkey, who is the devil and who is the Tao!"

Mo Yi sneered and said, still light and calm, this time, he will kill all the way!

"Thieve, arrogant!"