Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly opened, and a beam of light burst out, instantly locking Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng: \"Wait, don't you know, are you in the middle of that monster's arms?!〃

What? ? ?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and looked at the sweeping monk in disbelief.

In fact, what he said did not look like a generation of compassionate monks, but like a leader of a Jianghu sect... The implication was that he wanted to take revenge? ?

The sweeping monk didn't seem to feel their gaze, so he put his hands together again, closed his eyes, and said something lightly.

\"Amitabha, although my Shaolin is an ancient Buddhist temple, it is also the largest martial arts school in the Central Plains."

Qiao Feng and Xuan Ci looked at each other in dismay, and then a determination flashed in their eyes at the same time.

The monks of the Shaolin Temple also showed suffocation on their faces.

At this moment, a weak voice suddenly came, and then, Murong Fu actually limped over: "々,

father! "

Seeing Murong Bo, he was obviously a little excited, but his face was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood.

"Why are you here?" Murong Bo asked indifferently when he saw him, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but there was no expression on his face.

Murong Fu felt a little aggrieved: \"The devil sucked all of the child's inner strength, maybe he felt that there was no use value, so he let the child go...

\"Snapped!!!"

The crisp slaps resounded throughout the audience, Murong Bo was full of anger, and he slapped Murong Fu in front of everyone's eyes: \"Trash!!"

\"Yes! The boy has disappointed his father!:

At that time, Murong Fu felt aggrieved, didn't go, and felt sad. He finally got out of the clutches, but he was greeted by this cruel (Wang Zhao) slap, his heart was about to break, but he immediately fell to his knees. on the ground.

What the hell! !

The sudden scene made everyone around couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

It turned out that the rumored Nan Murong was so cowardly in front of his own father. It was better to meet him if he was famous.

\"You...^\" Murong Bo looked at Murong Fu, who had no backbone at all, and almost died of anger. He couldn't help but slapped him again: \"I don't think I'm ashamed if I don't stand up for the old man. Isn't that enough?!"

With another \"pop\", Murong Fu was about to cry, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by another sudden voice.

\"Duan Yu, born in late Dali, came to visit the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple to discuss the establishment of the Alliance to Eliminate Demons!"

With the voice, Duan Yu in white clothes fluttering and holding a folding fan appeared in the field like a ghost...

Chapter 127 The hidden reward of the seven stars that hangs the sky! (35) 127

Outside the gate of the Shaolin Temple, night falls.

The kidnapper Ling Xiao, who is number one on the most wanted list in Song Dynasty and Dali, has been gone for a long time with wild laughter, but inside and outside the Shaolin Temple, there is no sign of breaking away from the boundless magic power. The scene is gloomy and gloomy!

Almost everyone has a complex expression of resentment, anger, killing intent, and fear.

The fire was gradually extinguished, and the people of the Shaolin Temple began to check the casualties under the arrangement of the sweeper.

Master Xuanji passed away!

Master Xuansheng passed away!

Seven of the eighteen bronze figures died!

The elite Shaolin disciples who formed Luohan Town suffered hundreds of casualties. Although most of them didn't die, they were either missing an arm or a leg...

In addition, the former abbot Xuanci was seriously injured, Xuan Nan was deprived of his internal strength and became a crippled person, and other monks of the Xuanzi generation were also injured, and they were considered lucky, otherwise they would not have been able to escape the end of being bombed to death.

After this battle, Shaolin Temple suffered heavy losses!

Unseen in a hundred years! !

\"Uncle Master!:

\"Uncle Master!!"

Outside the mountain gate, the disciples of the Shaolin Temple under the squat visited the dead body in the center, surrounded them, sat down with their knees crossed, and recited the rebirth mantra. the whole night sky.

These Shaolin Temple disciples used to think that they were the No. 1 faction in the world. Although they were humble and low-key on the outside, how could they not be proud inside? Did you ever imagine that something so tragic would happen?

Moreover, the loss is not just these masters.

More than a dozen holes were blown out of the courtyard wall, and most of the Daxiong Hall and the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion were burned, especially the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion. Almost all the Shaolin monks were bleeding in their hearts!

\"How miserable!"

Those martial arts people who originally came to watch the fun all had expressions of grief on their faces. Among them, except for some unlucky ones who were killed by the aftermath of the fierce battle between Ling Xiao and the sweeping monk, no one was injured.

Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were also seriously injured, especially Xiao Yuanshan. In order to save Qiao Feng, he was almost blown up at close range by several Fire Cloud Thunderbolts. Yue, don't even think about dealing with people anymore.

\"Master, this matter is all because of Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng is willing to use his name to pay off the lives of all the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple!!"

Qiao Feng pushed the golden mountain down like a jade pillar, knelt in front of the sweeping monk, his face full of grief and grief, and he said this sentence without hesitation.

\"Feng'er...Pfft!"

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked, and just as he was about to speak, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body was about to fall.

The old monk Xuanci also knelt down, his face was lifeless and withered: \"Master, the difficulty of the Shaolin Temple today is really the sin of the poor monk, and the poor monk should get rid of the position of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple and let him The master is gone!"

Seeing this, Murong Bo sneered.

But he didn't want Xuanci to suddenly turn his head to look at him: \"Old donor Murong, today's fruit is not without the reason why you instigated me to attack and kill Mr. Xiao, from now on, you will study Zen in Shaolin Temple and realize the Tao, don't Get out of the arena again!"

This sentence looks very polite, but the tone is unquestionable affirmation. It is obvious that the old monk Xuanci is already furious with Murong Bo.

Murong Bo's expression froze, and he glanced at the floor subconsciously.

He knew very well that with this unfathomable old monk here, even if he wanted to run, he couldn't!

\"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk frowned and said without opening his eyes, "Shaolin has established a temple for hundreds of years, except for the rescue of Tang King Li Shimin, he has never experienced such a catastrophe. How to take responsibility and ask for peace of mind...

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly opened, and a beam of light burst out, instantly locking Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng: \"Wait, don't you know, are you in the middle of that monster's arms?!〃

What? ? ?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and looked at the sweeping monk in disbelief.