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　　Su Ming's eyes swept across the audience. The battle of the crowd can be described as one-sided. No one can stand up to Xiaoyao Er Lao.

　　Especially after most of the masters were killed, everyone in the martial arts forest was terrified, and almost no one dared to take the initiative to step forward.

　　"Ok?"

　　Su Ming's eyes swept to the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where a tall old monk in a gray robe appeared.

　　He has white eyebrows and white beard "Nine Seven Seven", his face is ruddy, his skin is dry and rough like old tree bark.

　　He took a broom in his hand and slowly swept the ground.

　　"Sweeping monk, it really appeared!"

　　As expected, the sweeper came out.

　　Su Ming knew very well that in the Shaolin Temple, the strongest hidden master was this white-browed old monk.

　　"Hey, you people in the rivers and lakes, always make a mess of one place. It used to be the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, but now even the entire monastery is not peaceful."

　　The sweeping monk's voice was very soft, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

　　His seemingly unhurried movements, but within a few breaths, from the direction of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, all the way to the outside of the Mahavira Hall.

　　This speed, how amazing, as if shrinking into an inch, incomparably miraculous.

　　Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo saw the appearance of the floor sweeper, and a bright light appeared in their eyes.

　　"Where did the monk come from, don't stop us."

　　Murong Bo looked at the floor sweeper with a ruthless look on his face.

　　He turned his back to the floor sweeper just now, and didn't see how he got here.

　　However, Xiao Yuanshan, who was opposite him, noticed it.

　　"This benefactor, Shaolin is a quiet place in Buddhism, it is better to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

　　The sweeping monk said lightly, not taking his words seriously at all.

　　"Humph! Old monk, I think you are nosy, get out!"

　　Murong Bo shot directly, grabbed the floor sweeper, and wanted to throw him out.

　　"Good kung fu, worthy of being the descendant of Beiyan Murong Longcheng."

　　"It's a pity that I fell into the devil's way and behaved improperly."

　　"Forget it, I don't go to hell, who's hell, why bother to fight and kill?"

　　"Let Lao Na be the sinner."

　　As soon as the floor sweeper finished speaking, an extremely tyrannical internal force surged out of his body. Murong Bo's hand grabbed his shoulder, as if he was attracted by a huge black hole. is impossible.

　　boom boom boom...

　　Murong Bo felt a majestic sea of ​​true energy pouring into his body.

　　Immediately afterwards, the big hole in the mouth of Xiong suddenly burst open, and after the blood springs exploded, the blood erupted and collapsed.

　　Several large acupuncture points in his mouth have been directly shaken open. They are all dead points in the human body. Once they are burst open, there is absolutely no possibility of life.

　　The sweeping monk seemed harmless to humans and animals, but he was able to kill a top expert of the congenital [-]th-level peak in an instant. His strength shocked everyone present.

　　"Amitabha, sin, sin!"

　　A Buddha's name, like an immeasurable divine voice, shocked everyone.

　　Outside the Daxiong Hall, which was covered in blood, the killing finally stopped.

　　After the death of hundreds of masters, the remaining nearly a thousand warriors have been frightened and shrunk together, and no one dared to step forward.

　　Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui turned around and returned to Su Ming's side, looking at the floor sweeper with bad eyes.

　　"Master, this person's skill is unfathomable, even I can't see the depth!"

　　Wu Xingyun whispered beside Su Ming.

　　"Yes, when did such a terrible character appear in the rivers and lakes, and he was hiding in the Shaolin Temple, it is really strange!"

　　Li Qiushui's face was solemn.

　　Several of them are already top figures in the rivers and lakes, and they are even more familiar with the masters of various factions in the rivers and lakes.

　　However, the old monk who appeared in front of him had no impression at all, and he had never seen it in the rivers and lakes.

　　"You two step aside and leave it to this seat."

　　Su Ming said lightly.

　　"Master, you can't..."

　　"Master, let us..."

　　Su Ming raised his hand directly and interrupted the two of them.

　　"This person's skill is unfathomable, you are not opponents, this seat will handle it..."

　　After that, Su Ming didn't allow the two of them to talk anymore, his whole body shook with energy, and the two old men were shaken back seven or eight steps away.

　　Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui looked at each other, and their hearts were shocked.

　　The master's skills have become much stronger, and compared to the two, they have already surpassed them in an all-round way.

　　Su Ming stepped forward, Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan stepped forward to stop him.

　　"Brother Su, this old monk can kill Murong Bo without using his hands. Be careful."

　　"It's better, I'll wait for five people to fight with him."

　　Qiao Feng said, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

　　"Feng'er is right, Brother Su, don't be impulsive."

　　Xiao Yuanshan also opened his mouth to persuade.

　　Hearing this, Su Ming shook his head lightly, and said, "None of you can interfere in this battle!"

　　Su Ming knew very well that the floor sweeper was here for him.

　　The reputation of Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years, because of Su Ming alone, can be described as heavy casualties, and without hundreds of years, I am afraid it is difficult to restore to its heyday.

　　The sweeping monk took action to deal with Su Ming.

　　Otherwise, one day with Su Ming, Shaolin will always be crushed by Su Ming, and he will never be able to raise his head again.

　　Bypassing Qiao Feng and the others, Su Ming stood two feet away from the sweeping monk and looked at him.

　　"Amitabha, Su donor is famous all over the world, and Lao Na has heard of it."

　　"If the donor can put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore, my Shaolin is willing to shave the donor's life and accept the donor into my Buddhist school." 3.1

　　The sweeping monk has a gentle attitude, a deep compassion in his tone, and a solemn look on his face, as if the Buddha was alive and saving all beings.

　　Su Ming looked at him with a smile on his face.

　　Such words have always only been said by Buddhists.

　　What accepted him into Buddhism?

　　However, it was because of Su Ming's unfathomable strength that he was able to prop up the reputation of Shaolin alone.

　　If he really succeeded, who would dare to disrespect Shaolin?

　　Even if Xuanci and others died, as long as one Su Ming, Shaolin could stand in the position of the No. [-] faction in the Central Plains, no one could shake it.

　　"Old monk, you don't need to gossip, there are some things you know and I know."

　　"Go ahead, let's see if your Buddhist magic is higher, or it's me, Su Ming, who crushes Shaolin!".

Chapter 1: The End of the Dragon Scroll (4/[-])

　　"Amitabha, Lord Su, when is the time for retribution?"

　　"A temporary struggle is just an increase in slaughter, it is better to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

　　The sweeping monk still looked like an accomplished monk, and he didn't take Su Ming's words to heart.

　　Su Ming smiled lightly and said directly, "Since you like to pretend, then let me tear up your hypocritical mask!"

　　pedal!

　　Su Ming took one step forward, and the Xue Ji sword around his waist was unsheathed.

　　A blue sword glow came out, fierce and unparalleled, tore through the air, and the sword glow erupted, illuminating the entire space.

　　This sword energy shot out from the sky, and the invisible sword glow made the skin of the surrounding people seem to be split.

　　"Injustice, since donor Su insists on doing this, Lao Na can only subdue the devil on behalf of the Buddha!"

　　Bang!

　　He folded his hands together, and his whole body was contained by an invisible wall of air, and a faint white light radiated from his body.

　　The invisible wall of air bloomed three feet away, and the strong wind raged out, blowing his long beard.

　　Bang!

　　After Su Ming's sword energy was stimulated, it directly hit the three-foot air wall. A deep depression appeared on the invisible and intangible air wall.

　　Su Ming felt that the wall of air had changed from rigid to soft, as if it had become a lake of water, dissolving this invisible sword energy from Su Ming.

　　hum!

　　Suddenly, the clasped hands of the sweeping monk suddenly opened, and a tyrannical energy suddenly burst out.

　　boom!

　　Su Ming gently picked Xue Ji in his hand, and the whole person retreated more than ten meters back.

　　"The three-foot air wall is really amazing!"

　　The strongest martial art of the sweeper monk is the three-foot air wall, which is almost unbreakable.

　　The sword that Su Ming swung just now was filled with strong power, but it also failed to penetrate.