From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 98: The Diamond Circle of Subduing Demons, the Amazement of Sakyamuni! (-word chapter)

At Xu Xing's command, Duan Yu rushed forward the fastest. With a wave of his hand, six sword auras appeared. The sword auras collided with each other, and burst out into a dense sword net as fine as silk, surrounding the five senior monks of the Xuan generation present.

Xuan Shi and the others felt this invincible and unbreakable sword energy, sword spirit and sword sheen, and got goose bumps all over their bodies. They all used their best skills to try to keep the sword net out.

However, they never expected that before the five of them could make a move, two sword lights flashed in the air and cut the sword net into pieces.

The knife's power was condensed, slender, sharp, clean and neat, as if a master artist was holding a small awl and slashing across with one stroke.

The shadow of a knife is rose-red, clear, beautiful, sad, and magnificent, just like the setting sun that shines on the sky and the earth.

The people who drew their swords were none other than Xiao Jianseng and Su Mengzhen.

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Of course, Xiao Jianseng had heard of the name of Su Mengzhen, the owner of the "Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower". He also knew that the "Red Sleeve Knife" in his hand was a precious sword that could rival Shen Huchan's "Ananda Knife" and Lei Sun's "Unwarranted Knife".

But after seeing it today, Xiao Jianseng truly realized how amazing "Mengzhen Hongxiu's First Sword" was.

A stunning knife, and an even more stunning man!
So is Xiao Jianseng, and so is Su Mengzhen.

When Xiao Jianseng was under Ling Luoshi's command, he was known as the "Little Cold God" and made all the swordsmen in the world tremble in fear. He was regarded as the most fierce and murderous general under the command of the "Great General Jingbo".

In the White Building in charge of intelligence at Jinfengxiyu Tower, the file of this young swordsman has always been top secret and has many omissions, which shows that his origin is extremely extraordinary.

As both of them are swordsmen and young men, Su Mengzhen also wanted to meet him.

During the meeting a few days ago, Su Mengzhen also learned that this Brother Xiao was Zhuge Zhengwo's adopted son, and that he had inherited the "sheathless sword technique" from Mr. Zhuge when he was young, which increased his interest in him.

When Zhuge Zhengwo was young, he was particularly good at killing with killing, advancing as retreat, attacking instead of defending, and fighting courage with courage.

He has two special skills of advancing and killing at every step, one is knife skill and the other is sword skill.

After Zhuge Zhengwo had mastered martial arts and realized the "amazing shot", he passed on this sword technique to his adopted son Xiao Jianseng, and the sword technique to his apprentice "Cold-blooded Detective" Leng Lingqi.

Su Mengzhen had long heard of Mr. Zhuge's reputation for his desperate swordsmanship, but it was not until today that he witnessed the horror of this murderous swordsmanship on Xiao Jianseng.

If Su Mengzhen is one with the sword, then Xiao Jianseng is completely controlling the sword with his own hands.

No matter what kind of knife falls into his hands, it will not prevent him from using the sheathless sword technique that is extremely lethal, extremely murderous, extremely fierce, and extremely murderous.

After both of them were shocked, they became more determined to fight.

They didn't show any courtesy to Duan Yu, and aimed at Xuan Yin and Xuan Sheng respectively. Duan Yu shouted from behind, and attacked again without giving in:

"Hey hey hey, how can you guys act like brothers?!"

Hearing these childish words, Su Mengzhen just smiled. Xiao Jianseng drew his sword and laughed loudly:

"Little brother Duan, I'll teach you how dangerous the world is!"

Unfortunately, although they acted quickly, Laughing Auntie, Zhui Ming and others were not willing to be outdone and they all used their means to fight for the goods.

As a result, a wonderful scene appeared before the eyes of the Shaolin "Five Mysteries".

These people were clearly coming for them, but they were fighting among themselves, and it was quite a lively fight.

For a while, the place where the five monks of the Xuan generation stood became the calmest place in the center of the storm.

Wu Xuan was both nervous and felt it was extremely absurd, and even felt unprecedented anger.

Not to mention in the Shaolin Temple, these five people are top-notch masters in the world, and they are guests of honor in the local martial arts circles wherever they go.

But now?

In the eyes of this uninvited guest, the five of them could not even be called human beings, let alone masters. They could only be regarded as a "prize" or the "ball" in a Cuju game!
In addition to the "Five Profound Masters" of Shaolin, Shen Huchan, the War Monk, Jiumozhi and others have set their sights on the Eighteen Stick Monks.

The Shaolin "Eighteen Arhats Formation" has always been as famous as the Wudang "Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams Sword Formation" and is feared throughout the world.

In the past, when the great hero Xiao Qiu Shui brought the "world's number one madman" Yan Kuangtu to Shaolin to challenge the gods, he chose the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" presided over by the high monk of the Tian generation, Master Tianxiang.

At that time, the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" actually withstood three palm strikes from Yan Kuangtu.

Although this was because Yan Kuangtu did not want to kill anyone and only wanted to break the formation, such a record is enough to shine in the history of martial arts through the ages.

After all, Yan Kuangtu was the strongest man in the world back then. His skills were so strong that he could be said to be unparalleled in ancient and modern times and far surpassed his predecessors. Even if he only had one-third of his strength left when he returned, he was still unparalleled in the world.

Afterwards, the world's number one madman even admitted personally that if the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" was combined with the Wudang "Liang Yi Sword Formation" and "Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams Formation", they might be able to trap him.

Therefore, Shen Huchan, who is named "Zen", is very interested in challenging such difficult problems.

Even the warrior monks who had once studied martial arts in Shaolin and had deep feelings for this place felt excited to see prey and cooperated with Shen Huchan in the attack.

When he was in Shaolin Temple, although he passed through the thirty-six rooms, the Wooden Man Alley, and the Bronze Man Alley before being able to go down the mountain, he was ultimately unable to defeat the "Eighteen Arhats Formation".

The war monk has always regarded this incident as a regret in his life. Now that he has a good comrade like Shen Huchan, he naturally wants to try again.

As soon as the two men entered the formation, eighteen water-ground iron sticks flew out from the sky, and the shadows of the sticks rolled continuously, interweaving into a dense stick net, covering the area within five feet around the two men.

The "all" here is not an exaggeration, but the whistling stick shadow really covered the entire five-meter area. At least with the eyesight of the war monk and Shen Huchan, they could not see the slightest gap.

Although both of them were armed and knew that if they really wanted to escape, they just had to kill people, but they still relied on their bare hands to fight against the eighteen long sticks, trying to find the flaws in the formation.

After fighting for twenty rounds, Yan Zhao and Tie Shou also stood up, and with their strong internal strength, they made a hole in the formation of the Eighteen Stick Monks and stepped into the formation.

The Eighteen Monks with Sticks were suddenly hit by such a powerful internal force, and their formation had already revealed flaws, and their coordination was no longer smooth. At this moment, the four of them only needed to make a slight move to break the formation.

However, neither Shen Huchan and the war monk who entered the formation first, nor Yan Zhao and Tie Shou who entered the formation later, took the opportunity to attack. Instead, they stood in the formation, waiting for them to catch their breath.

These eighteen people were able to practice the secret "Eighteen Arhats Formation" together under the Bodhidharma Temple. They were undoubtedly outstanding figures among the current generation of young Shaolin disciples.

Although they are not well-known due to their concentration on martial arts, deep down, they do not think they are inferior to the so-called geniuses in the martial arts world and have their own pride.

Therefore, in their view, the behavior of Tie Shou and others was nothing but the purest insult and provocation.

The eighteen men groaned, swung their sticks faster, their faces flushed red, and it was obvious that they had pushed their internal strength to the peak level.

In addition, although the three great masters of Tantric Buddhism did not actually enter the formation in person, they sat cross-legged with their eyes closed outside the formation, and used their secret mental power to scan the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" inch by inch, exploring the secret of the operation of this formation.

The name of the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" was well-known to Tantric masters such as Jiumozhi. Many of their seniors went to Shaolin to challenge the formation, but none of them could successfully break it.

Since these three people are determined to shake Shaolin's Buddhist status, they naturally have to weigh the legendary Shaolin's "Indestructible Formation"!
Now, the only people who did not take action were Zhang Sanba, Wu Xingyun, Qiao Feng, and Xu Xing himself, except Yue Fei, who had little martial arts skills, and Xu Zhu, who was already dazzled and at a loss.

All four of them are truly top figures in the world. Even the weakest one, Zhang Sanba, is a well-deserved "Zhuge-level" figure, who is able to occupy a place like "Nine Nether God", "Iron Sword General" and "King of Extinction" and become the ruler of a truly first-class force.

In fact, Zhang Sanba's "Tianji" was also such an organization. Before Qiao Feng truly revealed his identity as a "super Khitan", in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, he was the real pillar of the Beggars' Sect.

However, Wu Xingyun and Qiao Feng are the top powerful men who can truly shake the world and even compete for the status of "real Zhuge Liang". They are a level stronger than Zhang San's father.

However, in Xu Xing's opinion, although Wu Xingyun has a profound martial arts foundation, he is still lacking in actual combat and experience. Only after digesting all his gifts will he be worthy of fighting with Zhuge Zhengwo.

Qiao Feng, on the other hand, is rich in practical combat experience, and can often exert 120% or 130% of his full strength to achieve effective results. If it comes to a life-and-death fight, he will be better than Wu Xingyun, and is truly qualified to make Zhuge Zhengwo fight with all his strength.

Of course, the chances of winning are not great.

After all, he still lacks some foundation in martial arts.

However, after experiencing these bloody battles, Qiao Feng is now trying to combine his innate "Wolf Mark" with his acquired "Dragon Subduing Palm" to create a martial arts path that is unique to him.

If it really works, it will be a battle between dragons and tigers.

For this reason, Xu Xing unreservedly taught Qiao Feng all his body-building techniques and insights gained in the past few days, using the method of "heart-to-heart communication".

Xu Xing was also looking forward to seeing how high Qiao Feng's martial arts would be and what kind of combat effectiveness he would be able to exert after he had truly mastered these three skills to perfection and integrated them into one.

However, although Wu Xingyun and Qiao Feng are heroes of the time, in Xu Xing's eyes, they can only be regarded as young people who are worth looking forward to.

Now, as far as he can see, there are only four top powerhouses, Yan Kuangtu, Xiao Qiu Shui, Xiao Yaozi, and Wei Qing Qingqing, as well as those wild dragons and snakes lurking in the depths of the martial arts world who are comparable to these four.

The Seven Saints of the Mi Tian League count as one, and the one hidden in the Shaolin Temple also counts as one.

In addition, in Xu Xing's mind, there are two people following closely behind him who may also be able to compete with him.

King Zuo Wu, who annotated the "Four Doors Screen Method" decades ago, demonstrated extraordinary talent, and trained disciples such as the "Four Evil Gangsters", is undoubtedly one of them.

Zhuge Zhengwo, who has been living in seclusion in the Shenhou Mansion and has not really taken any action for many years, is the last one.

In fact, in Xu Xing's opinion, with the talent and aptitude of this Divine Marquis, if he had not been worried about state affairs and protecting the righteous path, he would have reached this level long ago.

However, Xu Xing changed his mind and thought, if he didn't do this, would Zhuge Zhengwo still be Zhuge Zhengwo? Maybe it was these events and trials that made him the Zhuge Shenhou of today.

While Xu Xing was thinking about these things, he and the other three were watching from the outside. As the four of them watched the fight, they kept speaking and commenting.

The others all knew that the four senior masters were taking the opportunity to teach them martial arts, and they were quite restrained in their actions. They did not aim to win, but instead wanted to take this opportunity to display all they had learned.

Zhang Sanba's comments were the mildest and he spoke less.

Wu Xingyun's words were harsh and merciless, especially towards Duan Yu, who was the inheritor of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Qiao Feng is the calmest, but every word he says carries a great weight, is incisive and hits the nail on the head.

Xu Xing, on the other hand, was all smiles and was the most casual. He talked about Xiao Jianseng's swordsmanship one moment, Duan Yu's swordsmanship the next, and before he had finished a few sentences he started commenting on the boxing of Tie Shou and Laughing Auntie. His imagination was truly unconstrained.

After evaluating the martial arts, he began to evaluate the demeanor and grace of everyone when they attacked, as if he was not watching a martial arts competition, but a talent show.

Tieshou and the others remembered that when this man took action, he would either tear people apart with his bare hands or crush them to pieces, and they felt speechless.

Only Duan Yu was truly interested in learning image design from Xu Xing and listened very carefully.

Yue Fei and Xu Zhu gathered together and watched this exciting battle, feeling amazed.

Yue Fei was relatively okay. Although he was new to the martial arts world, he was after all a man who had followed Qiao Feng through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He had some experience and was not too out of control.

Xu Zhu had never seen such a scene before. Although he had an extraordinary master, it was unknown to the public. Except for a few people who knew the truth, the monks in Shaolin Temple regarded him as an ordinary errand disciple and would never show their martial arts in front of him.

Therefore, when the fight started, Xu Zhu was immediately fascinated. Although he knew that those being beaten were his fellow disciples and uncles, he couldn't bear to watch it and was unwilling to look away.

However, even though everyone wanted to show mercy, the Shaolin monks were still unable to withstand it.

The first to collapse were not the five senior monks of the Xuan generation who were old and had declining energy and blood, but the eighteen middle-aged martial monks who were in their prime.

The reason was that Tie Shou and the others did not attempt to break the "Eighteen Arhats Formation" and only used their internal strength to resist.

They even discussed the situation in public while fighting, and from time to time asked the four top masters outside the field for suggestions for improvement.

When the Eighteen Stick Monks heard these words, they almost vomited blood. They immediately felt the same as the "Five Profound Ones" of Shaolin. They felt that in the eyes of this group of people, they were not even opponents, but just troupes.

The difference is that the "Five Mysterious" are, after all, experienced seniors who have practiced and gained knowledge. They know their own abilities and are aware that at their level, they are only fit to be playthings, so they are more likely to accept reality.

But these eighteen people were all martial monks in their prime, and because they came from the Dharma Academy, they were always arrogant. How could they tolerate this humiliation? Naturally, they worked even harder.

But their internal strength is weak. If they try to push the killing power of the formation to the limit, they naturally cannot sustain it for too long. It is just a waste of their strength.

After another fifty or sixty collisions, there was a buzzing sound, and the eighteen iron rods were broken into pieces, some exploded directly in the air, and some had their heads spread out like flowers...

With a long echo, the eighteen iron rods were completely destroyed!

The eighteen monks had red blood splattered at the corners of their mouths, their palms were bloody and their bones were exposed. They staggered backwards, unsteadily standing, and fell to the ground, revealing Tie Shou and others in the formation, each one more burly than the other.

However, once the formation was broken, the first person to give in was not the people from Shaolin Temple, but Cai Kuang, who had been concentrating intently and observing the situation.

The Tantric master, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground, clenched his right fist and suddenly lowered it to the ground. With the help of the recoil force, his body suddenly stood up five or six feet high.

He stretched his legs in mid-air, stood firmly, and shouted angrily:
"What a useless monk, you can't bear it anymore?!"

Although Liang Dian was not as angry as Cai Kuang, he was also quite regretful.

He could feel that this formation clearly had great potential to be tapped, but the internal strength of these monks and the material of the iron rods were limited, and ultimately they could not bring out their full potential.

While sighing, Liang Dian also supported his knees with his hands and slowly stood up. He also looked at Cai Kuang and shook his head:

“Forget it, considering their skills, it’s pretty good that they can hold on for this long.

Just eighteen unknown youngsters have given us some trouble. The Zen ancestral temple is indeed profound. Our ambitions are heavy and the road ahead is long."

Hearing this sigh, Jiumozhi thought of his own Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Although he tried his best to eliminate the long-standing problems of the Tantric Buddhism and give it a new lease of life, it was still in its infancy.

As soon as Jiumozhi saw the Eighteen Monks with Sticks and the "Five Profounds", he knew that in terms of foundation and talent, the five major branches of Tantric Buddhism still had a long way to go before they could compete with Shaolin. He could not help but nod and agree with Liang Dian.

Cai Kuang thought of his own Dirty Clothes Gang and the Beggars' Gang, and immediately felt the same way as Liang Dian, Jiumozhi and others. He nodded heavily to show his approval.

Actually, what Liang Dian said was quite fair. Being able to hold out against them for a while is something worth celebrating for any strong man in the world, let alone a group of unknown monks?
However, these monks had just been shocked by the internal force of Tie Shou and others, which caused their blood and qi to fluctuate and their minds to be greatly impacted.

Now, after hearing Liang Dian's "rational" evaluation, and seeing that these people all looked as if they agreed with it, even those monks who were standing firmly felt a black screen before their eyes and fell to the ground.

What's worse, one of them even spat out blood towards the sky, obviously because he was so angry that his internal strength went astray.

Jiumozhi took in all their performances and finally found an angle to attack Shaolin Temple.

The Mahavairocana waved his sleeves, looked up to the sky with his hands behind his back like a master, and spoke earnestly and concisely:

"It's a pity that his cultivation is not good enough to be of great use."

As soon as they finished, the people of the Xuan generation who had been able to hold on felt their minds shaken and it was no longer possible for them to maintain their defensive position in front of this group of fierce and ferocious masters, and they fell down one after another.

Zhui Ming and the others had already gotten used to the fighting, but when they saw that these old monks were so useless, they stopped in time but still lost interest.

Duan Yu even stepped forward and kicked Xuan Shi, who looked as tired as a dead dog, and said in dissatisfaction:

"Hey, I haven't even tried my best yet, and you guys are already falling down. I think the so-called Shaolin is just this level."

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy. At least, this is the case for Duan Yu.

In the battle at Tianlong Temple, Jiumozhi's wisdom against the heroes really left an indelible impression on him.

Even after participating in so many wars, Duan Yu still couldn't forget it, so he wanted to imitate Jiumozhi's demeanor and even surpass this Great Wheel King.

——You, the Tubo national master, only chose the Tianlong Temple in Dali, but I, the prince of Dali, chose the Shaolin Temple. Isn’t that more impressive than you?

However, Duan Yu did not expect that this so-called great monk would be so useless.

He looked around, but saw all the Shaolin monks lying on the ground in all directions, with not even one standing. He felt extremely disappointed, shaking his head and sighing:

"Lonely, lonely."

Xuan Shi was so angry that his beard trembled and his chest heaved violently.

Until now, he believed that Xu Xing standing in the distance was the real "Master Duan of Dali", while Duan Yu was just an unknown person.

Therefore, Xuanshi, who had a high seniority, status and martial arts in Shaolin Temple, naturally found it difficult to accept being insulted by such a junior.

He wanted to say something, but ended up spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black, and he passed out.

Duan Yu was able to act with ease and leisurely in fierce battles, but when he saw Xuan Shi behaving like this, he became really anxious.

Although he had a different experience and had developed a certain degree of self-confidence under Xu Xing, he was, after all, a kind-hearted person who did not want to commit murder.

Therefore, worried, Duan Yu picked up Xuan Shi and poured his deep Bei Ming internal energy into him. While pouring, he shook Xuan Shi's body and said anxiously:

"Old monk, old monk, please don't really die. I used 70% of my strength, how can I not kill you?"

Xuan Shi was only extremely angry and vomited blood, but his vitality was not damaged. After being injected with Duan Yu's internal energy, he woke up on the spot.

He was still sighing in his heart, he didn't expect this kid to be so fierce and unpredictable when he attacked, but his heart was not bad...

Just as he was sighing with emotion, Xuan Shi heard Duan Yu's next words and was so angry that he fainted.

Seeing that the fight was almost over, Xu Xing waved his hand again:

"Alright, alright, don't really beat me to death. Stop it if you haven't beaten me enough. There's more to come. Save some strength for me."

Seeing that Jiumozhi was still a little unsatisfied, Xu Xing gave another instruction:

"Master, punish the leader. I have something to ask him."

Upon hearing this, Jiumozhi nodded slightly, stomped his foot on the ground, shaking up Xuanshi's burly body, and pointed another finger at his forehead.

Xuan Shi was infused with this powerful inner force and slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the extremely handsome "Mr. Duan" squatting in front of him, looking at him and saying in a calm tone:

"Did Xuan Ci send you here? Are Boss Qiao's parents also in your hands?"

When he heard the word "parents", Qiao Feng's expression changed.

In fact, after his incident, the Shenhou Mansion sent people to Shaoshi Mountain to take away Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, but they found nothing. It was only when Xu Xing and others arrived that they learned the news from the Six Gates through the relationship of Zhui Ming and others.

As soon as Xuan Shi woke up, he heard such a straightforward question. He swallowed and subconsciously wanted to hide it.

Xu Xing noticed that his expression was different, but he didn't say anything and just waved his hand.

Shen Huchan, Tie Shou, Yan Zhao, Zhan Monk, and Qiao Feng, the five masters with the largest physiques and the most fierce and domineering auras, understood Xu Xing's intention and stepped forward immediately.

The five burly men surrounded Xuanshi and looked down at the old monk from above.

Their bodies were like a solid wall of iron and steel, causing Xuanshi to feel difficulty breathing. He was completely shrouded in the shadows of the five burly men.

Not far away, Xiao Jianseng and others also stood up, looking at Xuanshi with unfriendly eyes.

Each of these people is a master with profound internal strength and a sharp gaze. Even if they don't really take action, just a glance is enough to scare ordinary people to death.

Now more than a dozen people joined together and looked at Xuanshi. This kind of extremely heavy pressure was difficult to bear even for Xuanshi, who was a man of profound martial arts skills.

Xuan Shi's face was stiff. After organizing his words for a while, he was about to speak hesitantly, but Xu Xing nodded again and said approvingly:

"Yes, he is indeed a Shaolin monk, he has backbone."

He turned his head and looked at Yang Jian, and asked curiously:

"Master Yang, I heard that you in Chaotian Sect have quite a few ways to deal with this kind of tough guy. I wonder if you can show us how to deal with this kind of tough guy?"

After saying that, Xu Xing squatted down again, looked at Xuan Shi, smiled brightly, and said enthusiastically:

"The old monk may not know, so let me introduce him to you. The man behind me is Yang, the owner of Chaotian Villa. He is the one known as 'Yinsi' in Jianghu.

The person next to her is Xie Chaohua, the deputy leader of the Dalian Alliance. You should have heard of her nickname, 'The Laughing Auntie.'"

Hearing these two names, Xuan Shi's face turned pale and goose bumps appeared all over his body. He no longer had the mighty spirit he had when he just came down the mountain. He was shaking violently, stammering, and unable to utter a word.

Anyone who has some experience in the martial arts world knows the ways in which the “Terrible General” tortures people.
It is said that the general once cut off the hands and feet of his most trusted subordinate, and then let thousands of maggots flow in and out of his wounds, torturing him for several months without letting him die.

It is universally acknowledged that "Yang Jian" from the Underworld and "Laughing Aunt" Xie Chaohua are the people who, apart from their legal advisor Su Luxing, are the most trusted by Ling Luoshi and have received the most "true teachings" from this great general.

Even if they only learned 30% of their skills, Xuan Shi thought to himself that it would be impossible to resist. His chest heaved as he said angrily:

"You, your Dali Duan Clan, even want this kind of scum, aren't you afraid of being despised by the righteous?!"

Until now, Xuanshi still regards Xu Xing as "Master Duan".

He turned his head again and looked at Qiao Feng, saying indignantly:

"Qiao Feng, you are the leader of the Beggars' Sect, but your methods are so despicable. Pah!"

Hearing this, Xu Xing had a strange look on his face, and the other masters who had been undercover in Chaotian Villa couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This hearty laughter confirmed the identity of this group of evil demons to Xuanshi's ears. Xu Xing was too lazy to talk nonsense with them and waved his hand again.

Hua Zhendai walked over with a smile, and the ground shook slightly with every step she took.

Looking at her fat and strong body, Xuan Shi's face was filled with more fear. He didn't dare to say anything about the right way or the wrong way anymore. He shouted loudly:

"I said I said I said!!!"

Xuan Shi originally thought that given the identities of Qiao Feng, Tie Shou and others, they would not do anything too outrageous even if they went to Shaolin to get the truth.

But he didn't expect that there was a Xu Xing among this group of people.

Xuan Shi could never have imagined that the remnants of Chaotian Villa could walk on the street so brazenly and openly.

Xuanshi was really afraid of Hua Zhendai and Yang Jian, so he told them the whole story like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were indeed taken away by Shaolin and controlled, but their lives were not in danger.

His action this time was also ordered by Abbot Xuan Ci himself, but the so-called "escort" was really just an escort, and it was not an intention to secretly murder Qiao Feng.

Before Xu Xing could open his mouth, Hua Zhendai had already raised his palm as big as a palm leaf fan and hit Xuan Shi's old face hard, causing his head to tilt violently and several big teeth to spit out.

The laughing aunt first spat, then grabbed Xuanshi's collar with her fat hands, lifted him up, opened her bloody mouth, and grinned:
"Old man, you are used to being a vegetarian, do you think I am also a vegetarian?
If you don't explain clearly, none of you twenty people can leave. All of you must stay here and try out the methods of me and Patriarch Yang!"

Hua Zhendai didn't believe Xuanshi's words at all. Since they were already enemies, why make things so complicated?
What, you like to be a whore and pretend to be a saint at the same time?
At this point, Hua Zhendai's expression suddenly became friendly, and he chuckled:

"You are lucky, old man. You have fallen into our hands. We can at least guarantee you will live another twenty or thirty years..."

Yang Jian also cooperated by taking a step forward, taking out his newly refined black bowl, and spinning it on his fingertips.

Xuan Shi cried out again. He was beaten so badly that his face was bruised and swollen. He spoke incoherently:

"It's all true, it's all true. Monks don't tell lies, they don't tell lies!"

When he spoke the last part, he even had a tearful tone.

Everyone turned around and looked at Xu Xing.

Xu Xing thought for a moment and then smiled:

"Such an awkward order really makes it difficult for Master Xuanci.

Let's go up and see what this old abbot is up to.

This group of people were fighting fiercely at the foot of Mount Song, and it could be seen clearly from Mount Shaoshi.

During this period of time, the abbots of the thirty-six rooms, the monks guarding Wooden Man Lane and Bronze Man Lane, and the elders of the Dharma Court, the Discipline Court, and the Arhat Hall have all gathered.

These sixty or seventy Shaolin monks stood in the most magnificent and largest martial arts arena at the main gate of the Shaolin Temple, overlooking the movements in the distance, and were all a little frightened.

Some monks had just arrived and didn't know what was going on. They were whispering and talking among themselves. The word "Wudang" was the one they mentioned the most. They all thought that it was the Taoists from Wudang Mountain who had come up the mountain.

The head monk of the Discipline Academy, Xuan Ji, walked to the front of the queue and asked Xuan Nan, the head monk of the Dharma Academy:

"Brother, what happened?"

Xuan Nan's face was as gloomy as water, and his voice was even more solemn:
"It's Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng is leading his men to attack us."

Xuan Ji was shocked when he heard this:
"The Beggars' Sect is already busy with its own affairs, how can he have the time to trouble us?"

As the head of the Discipline Institute, Xuan Ji holds a high status in Shaolin. Naturally, he understands the inside story of Qiao Feng's affair, and also knows the concerns of the abbot and Xuan Nan.

He didn't expect that at this critical moment, Qiao Feng could actually find Shaolin.

If he just wanted to take revenge, shouldn't he go to Cai Jing?

Xuan Nan also shook his head and said:
"Just now Xuan Shi sent someone to look for me, and he brought together the Eighteen Stick Monks, and also found Xuan Yin, Xuan Sheng and the other five.

But they attacked together and let Qiao Feng rush up the mountain. He must not be the only one coming. We should make preparations early."

Xuan Ji certainly knew the martial arts of the Eighteen Stick Monks of Damo Academy, as well as Xuan Shi and others. It was absolutely impossible for Qiao Feng to defeat them, so he immediately agreed with Xuan Nan's judgment.

However, after looking at the masters present, Xuan Ji felt that there was nothing to worry about.

After all, if there were sixty or seventy of them attacking together, even a top figure like Zhuge Zhengwo would have difficulty resisting them, let alone a mere small fry like Qiao Feng?

What's more, Shaolin's true strength has yet to be revealed.

He just whispered:
"Won't the abbot come out?"

Xuan Nan shook his head and said firmly:

"For the sake of our temple's reputation, he cannot come. We must stop Qiao Feng no matter what."

Xuan Ji also knew Xuan Nan’s concerns, so he stopped talking and just stood beside Xuan Nan, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Although the other monks didn't know what was going on, they saw that the two abbots were on high alert, so they also quieted down and looked towards the stone steps leading to the mountain gate.

Not long after, they saw swift shadows in the darkness, climbing up the mountain like eagles. At first sight, the monks were secretly frightened.

Even if they only looked at the lightness skills of these people, they would know that the martial arts skills of the newcomers were at least top-notch in the martial arts world.

The four people in the lead gave Xuan Ji and Xuan Nan an indescribable feeling of oppression.

Their faces changed, and they realized that the person coming was definitely not just Qiao Feng or the Beggars' Sect.

After a few ups and downs, Xu Xing had brought Qiao Feng and others to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Across a martial arts arena, the crowd, the sixty-plus Shaolin monks, and Xuan Ji and Xuan Nan stared at each other and confronted each other from a distance.

Although the Shaolin people had already realized that the martial arts of these people were unfathomable when they just watched from afar, the shock they felt now, after facing them face to face, was even more incomparable.

Those who are experienced and knowledgeable have already shouted:

"It's Chief Leader Qiao, Zhang Tianji, the Crazy Saint, the Mad Monk!"

"Second Master Tie, Third Master Cui!"

"Master Su of Jinfengxiyu Tower! Shen Huchan, the leader of the seven bandits!"

"What else is there? What's the war monk's fortune?"

"This red-robed lama seems to be the Tibetan state teacher, Mahavairocana Jiumozhi!"

For a moment, exclamations were heard one after another, and even Yang Jian and others were recognized. The Shaolin people immediately felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Although they couldn't figure out why Tie Shou and the others would be with the remnants of Chaotian Villa, they were vaguely aware of one thing:

——This time, I am afraid it will be the most severe and terrifying challenge Shaolin has ever faced.

Zizaimen, Beggars' Sect, Chaotian Villa, Dalian League, Tantric Buddhism...

No matter which name is included here, they are all existences that Shaolin needs to face up to. Once they join hands, even if these monks are confident in Shaolin, they will inevitably feel heavy pressure.

At the same time, the monks couldn't help but think about one thing: what on earth had Shaolin done recently that required so many masters to join forces to force the palace?

Being able to make Zizaimen and Chaotian Villa join forces is probably not an honor even for people like Cai Jing and Cai Yuanchang who have committed many evil deeds and are hated by everyone.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but shift their gaze to the young man in the lead who had an exceptionally handsome appearance, a clear and elegant appearance, and an extraordinary demeanor, as if he made everything in the world pale in comparison.

Who is this person who is able to unite such a complex force into one?
Xu Xing met everyone's gaze, took a step forward, flicked his long sleeves, and said loudly:
"The head of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xu Xing and Xu Ta Fa, along with the chief leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng, and all the brothers, have come to the Shaolin Mountain Gate to seek advice from Abbot Xuan Ci. We hope that the Abbot will spare some time to meet with us!"

Although Xu Xing's voice had the clarity and vigor unique to young people, his breath was extremely long and powerful. The sound waves stirred the peaks, echoed in the empty valley, and could be heard throughout the mountain, shocking the hearts of all the Shaolin people inexplicably.

They all could feel that the sound just now did not contain any internal force, it was just purely loud and high volume.

But when it is extremely "big" and "high", it becomes incomparable and unmatched - strong!

In the main hall at the highest point, Xuan Ci suddenly stood up.

In a secret cave at the back mountain, two tall monks were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed in meditation. Their brows were shaking, showing signs of painful struggle.

Their bodies moved only slightly, causing the cushions beneath them to crack, and the secret cave also shook, shaking off a handful of dust, and several cracks appeared on the surrounding mountain walls.

Just an unintentional action could cause such a commotion, which shows how powerful these two monks are. They are at least top masters in the world.

The noise was easily suppressed by an old, tired, thin monk with a white beard. He stood up and shouted crazily:

"I've been practicing Zen for thirty years and I haven't figured out anything yet. What are you still making a fuss about?"

The old monk had a haggard face, but there was a hint of black and red light deep in his eyes. After he finished cursing, he still felt unsatisfied and flicked his long sleeves.

He wrapped his sleeves into a "cloth stick" and knocked on the foreheads of the two men in turn. Although he left as soon as he touched them, it made a deep sound like a copper cone hitting a bell.

As the old monk knocked, he chuckled strangely and said:
"After receiving this warning from this humble monk, I'm sure you two will become enlightened!"

The two gray-robed monks groaned and were knocked to the ground, losing consciousness.

The old monk kicked them with his feet, waved his sleeves and said angrily:

"I don't have enough talent, so it's hard for me to get enlightenment. All my hard work is in vain."

The old monk stamped his feet, looked out of the mountain again, closed his eyes, and twitched his nostrils, looking extremely intoxicated:

“Hehe, what a nice smell, such a familiar smell, it must be a rooted one, hehehe!!

Okay, okay, you come to me too!"

He laughed, scratched his ears and jumped up and down, like a humanized giant monkey. With just a step, he disappeared on the spot.

Outside the mountain gate, Xuan Nan endured the pressure and took a step forward.

He was about to say something when his eyes flashed and he saw three skinny old monks of different looks in front of him.

Xuan Nan was startled, and quickly lowered his head and clasped his hands together:
"Meet the three uncles."

Obviously, these three old monks are the Tian generation monks who are of the same generation as the previous generation Shaolin abbot, Master Tianzheng.

One of them was of rather large build and stepped forward.

Although he was old, his frame was large and broad, his cheekbones were high, and he looked majestic. He looked at Xu Xing and said in a deep voice:
"If we follow the rules of the martial arts world, since you want to see the abbot, you should ask a monk to pass the message on your behalf. How can you barge in without permission?"

Xu Xing did not answer this question, but just looked at him, smiled suddenly, and said leisurely:
"I heard that when Yan Kuangtu first entered the mountain, there was a master of astronomy in the Tianzi generation who led the crowd to form the Eighteen Arhats formation and stopped this number one madman in the world. I guess it was you, sir?"

The old monk was slightly surprised. He obviously didn't expect that someone in the martial arts world would still remember him. He put his hands together and said:
"I am a celestial being, and the term 'master' is not worth mentioning.

However, even if you are the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, we have to learn a lesson from you for invading our sect in such a high-profile manner!"

Seeing that they didn't even ask the reason and were ready to fight with each other after accusing the other of "trespassing", Yan Zhao and others became very angry and were ready to take action immediately.

Xu Xing waved his hand to stop everyone's behavior. He took a step forward and said with a smile:
"You three should have practiced some kind of combined attack formation. I've heard for a long time that Shaolin has a strange formation called 'Embracing the World', which even Yan Kuangtu was defeated by. Would you let me see it?"

Tian Xiang shook his head and said with emotion:

"What a magical power it is to embrace the world, but the intelligence of the three of us is not enough to understand it."

He looked at the group of people behind Xu Xing, and suddenly changed the subject and asked:

"The donor is a martial arts master, and the rest of our friends are also highly skilled in martial arts. If we fight, we will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

To avoid casualties, would you dare to make a bet with me?"

Hearing the word "gamble", Jiumozhi and Yan Zhao looked at each other with strange expressions.

Xu Xing laughed:
"Old monk, that's interesting, what do you want to bet on?"

The celestial being clasps its hands together, with a solemn and majestic appearance:
“Although the three of us haven’t yet mastered the art of embracing the world, we have gained a lot over the years and have figured out a wonderful method of subduing demons with the power of Buddha.

If you can defeat the three of us alone, I will ask the abbot to come out and solve your doubts even if I have to die."

Although Tian Xiang has devoted himself to martial arts and has not paid attention to worldly affairs over the years, he is not a blind or foolish person. He can see that today's trouble came without any reason.

Therefore, Tian Xiang proposed this bet, hoping to win without fighting, preserve the reputation of Shaolin without causing casualties, and avoid committing murder and creating an irreconcilable feud.

When Zhui Ming heard this, he rolled his eyes and sneered:
"After all this talk, you still want the majority to bully the minority."

Shen Huchan and others also sneered, and the crowd was excited. Su Mengzhen and Xiao Jianseng had already put their hands on the hilt of the knife, ready to go.

The celestial phenomenon remained expressionless, just smiling.

Xu Xing was not annoyed at all, but laughed. He shook his head and denied it:
"Brother Cui, you are wrong. What they are doing is not called bullying the minority with the majority or taking advantage of their power. It is called courage."

Xu Xing raised his head, looked at the sky, and waved his hand:

"Come on, what's the name of this move of yours?"

Tian Xiang and the other two brothers looked at each other, and the three stepped forward. Tian Xiang explained in a deep voice:
"This method has the power of Vajra to subdue demons, so it is called Vajra Subduing Demon Circle. After the three of us worked together to create it, only my senior brother Tian Jue has seen it once.

He believed that this method was too powerful and would harm the harmony of nature, so we should not use it easily. He also gave this method a name. "

When the word "Tian Jue" was mentioned, Tian Xiang showed a look of reverence.

This name seemed to have some kind of magical power. When the other monks heard it, they also unconsciously revealed expressions of admiration and respect, as if it were a celestial phenomenon.

Seeing this, Xu Xing couldn't help but become more interested in the so-called "Tianjue Monk".

Tian Xiang finished his last words word by word:
"He said that this move could be called 'Shakyamuni's Amazement'."

(End of this chapter)