The Heavenly Venerate of the Great Antiquity

Ye Chen said angrily, "There is a saying in Buddhism, saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddha, what kind of reputation do you old monks do to see a child suffer so much, you have no heart to save people at all, Buddhism falls on In the hands of you bald donkeys, your reputation is really insecure."

Those monks all looked at Ye Chen in surprise, and then their faces became gloomy.

The big-headed monk took a step forward, pointed at Ye Chen and Zhang Sanfeng and scolded, "You stinky Taoists, please come to the door of our Shaolin Temple. My abbot treats you with kindness, but you are so rude."

"I'm not a Wudang disciple, I hope you don't make a mistake," Ye Chen said. "It's just that I met Zhang Zhenren on the road, and I couldn't bear what happened to this child, so I came here, and I saw the true colors of you stinky monks."

Ye Chen knew that Wudang could not be involved in this matter.

It doesn't matter if he is alone, even if these stinky monks are all hands-on, he is just a hands-on thing.

"You...you," the big-headed monk pointed at Ye Chen and was speechless.

"I'm what I, you still want to beat me." Ye Chen said disdainfully.

"I'm going to fight with you today, I have to teach you a lesson."

Zhang Zhenren stood up and wanted to comfort Ye Chen. Ye Chen shook his head and said that it didn't matter, and said, "Zhang Zhenren, this matter has nothing to do with you. I can't stand these stinky monks, and I think they should teach them a lesson."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything, and he couldn't get used to these monks. If it was his previous temper, he would have done it a long time ago.

Zhang Sanfeng took Wuji's hand and took a step back.

Abbot Shaolin didn't stop him, maybe he felt that if his disciples taught Zhang Wuji a lesson, he would definitely teach them a lesson quietly.

Ye Chen and the big-headed monk walked to an open space next to them.

The big-headed monk looked at Ye Chen and suddenly said, "My old monk has bad eyesight. After a while, the shot will not be serious. I hope my friends will apologize a lot 〃々."

Ye Chen laughed when he heard it, looked at the old abbot, and said, "Since your disciples have said so, so many of us have heard it. Actually, my eyesight is not good, and I have taken a heavy shot. Inclusive."

When the big-headed monk heard it, Ye Chen was going to challenge himself again, thinking that there will be something for you to look at for a while.

"watch out."

The big-headed monk rushed over first, and his move directly attacked Ye Chen's chest. If he hits, I'm afraid Ye Chen will be unconscious on the spot.Moreover, his shot speed was unusually fast this time, and he didn't believe that Ye Chen could drive more.

Ye Chen just sneered and didn't move away.

Ye Chen's actions made everyone watching on the side stunned. If Ye Chen didn't dodge with such a ferocious punch, was he courting death?

But in the competition, outsiders can't stop it.

The big-headed monk's strength was not diminished, and he punched it, as if he was in a quagmire, and then he felt as if his whole body was imprisoned by something.

The fist stopped within a centimeter of Ye Chen.

The viewers thought that the big head monk Xinshan had stopped. After a while, they saw that the big head monk was motionless, sweat was coming out of his forehead, and his face was red and swollen, and they realized that something was wrong.

Ye Chen raised his head and stared at the head of the big-headed monk. He beat him hard, and slapped his head red until it hit the ground.

The monk next to him saw that this was a blatant humiliation, but they couldn't come forward.

Then, Ye Chen flew and kicked the big-headed monk four or five meters away, and the big-headed monk passed out.

Several monks hurried over and helped the big-headed monk to walk away.

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and said, "It's not fun, my body is not hot yet." Then his eyes turned to the Shaolin monk, and the monks couldn't help swallowing.

The kung fu of the big-headed monk can at least rank among the top few among them, but in front of Ye Chen, he did not hold on for a round.

The old abbot coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, looked at Zhang Zhenren and said, "I can't believe that there are such young masters next to Zhenren, it's really amazing."

Zhang Sanfeng said, "This young friend and I have only met recently. Since the abbot is in trouble, we will leave first."

After finishing speaking, he and Ye Chen left Shaolin together.

Ye Chen thought about it and said, "It's better to go to Shaolin and steal the Jiuyang Magical Art."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "I didn't think that the old abbot would not buy my old guy's face. Now if I steal it in the past, Shaolin will definitely spread the words in the rivers and lakes, and then Wudang will be in danger."

Having said this, Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Zhang Wuji and shook his head.

If he can't get the Jiuyang Zhenjing, Zhang Wuji will suffer so much pain every time, and he may die at any time.That being the case, but living a day is a day, be happy.

The three came to a riverside.

Zhang Sanfeng asked Zhang Wuji with a smile, "Wuji, let's play on the river for a while."

The three found a boat, slid all the way to the heart of the river, and went down the current.The boat was swaying, but it was quite comfortable.

Zhang Wuji suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Master, I know that I will die soon, but don't worry, so that I can see my parents earlier."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were red, and he said, "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to treat you."

Zhang Wuji sighed, "I originally thought that if I really learned Jiuyang Divine Art, I could tell my uncle, and maybe his injury could be cured."

Hearing Zhang Wuji say this, Zhang Sanfeng thought to himself that he was so ill himself, and he was thinking of others. Sure enough, just like his father, he was a loyal person.

I wanted to praise Zhang Wuji, but suddenly I heard a voice in the distance.

Ye Chen immediately stood up and looked into the distance.

A rude voice came from a boat on the opposite side, "Call the children above and let you go, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

No one could be seen on the boat, but the voice was clearly transmitted (Nuo's Zhao) over, it seems that the other party's internal strength is very powerful.

Zhang Sanfeng thought in his heart that there are still people who dare to stop him, which is really timid.