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"Show off your power? That's right! We will show off our power! Let those enemies outside take a good look, our Shaolin Temple will never be defeated!" Master Yuan Tian laughed.

Early morning.

The sky is getting darker and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. This moment is the time when human beings are most likely to get tired.

A muffled sound.

The gate of Shaolin Temple opened suddenly, and hundreds of Shaolin Temple disciples rushed out, shouting and charging towards the enemy, even Master Yuantian also rushed out.

The disciples of the five sects hurriedly picked up weapons to resist, Ling Xue and Gongsun Rou tacitly entangled Master Yuantian.

A melee kicked off.

At this moment, the twelve monks took advantage of the chaos and rushed out of the encirclement, and quickly went down the mountain...

Seeing his disciples successfully breaking out, Master Yuantian breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hand: "Retreat!" Master Yuantian, Abbot Wuxiang and others guarded the other disciples back to the Shaolin Temple. After all the disciples returned to the Shaolin Temple, Yuantian The master attacked several times to force Ling Xue and Gongsun Rou to retreat, and then led Abbot Wuxiang and others back to Shaolin Temple.

The disciples of the five sects wanted to chase, but were stopped by Ling Xue: "Stop chasing, beware of deceit!"

Ling Xue's deterrent effect was still very strong. As soon as she spoke, the disciples of the five sects immediately stopped chasing, and then retreated one after another, returning to their respective camps to rest.

"A dozen or so monks ran out just now..." Gongsun Rou said in a deep voice, "I guess they are going to rescue soldiers, should we send someone to stop them?"

"The other party has already run down the mountain, and it's too late to catch up now." Ling Xue shook her head: "If my guess is correct, as soon as a dozen or so people from the other party rush down the mountain, they will immediately disperse. It’s hard to get them all back.”

"Then what should we do? Just watch them go to rescue soldiers?" Gongsun Rou was a little anxious.

"Rescue soldiers?" Ling Xue sneered: "Where are the rescue soldiers from Shaolin Temple?"

"Eh..." Gongsun Rou was immediately stopped by the question.

Ling Xue looked at the Shaolin Temple in the distance, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "We have already reached an agreement with the authorities, and they promised not to participate in this matter. In this way... Shaolin Temple can only ask for help from other sects... The Wudang faction and the Shaolin Temple are at odds. The Wudang faction wants us to destroy the Shaolin Temple, and then the Wudang faction will become the leader of the martial arts, so the Wudang faction will definitely not come to the rescue. Feitian and Niu Erlin, the leader of Lingshan School, are all selfish people. Now that Shaolin Temple is at a disadvantage, they will not take the risk to come to the rescue. I’m afraid I’m powerless to come to rescue Shaolin Temple...” At this point, Lingxue paused: “The only thing worth noting is the Tang Sect... Tang Sect and Shaolin Temple are old friends, if Tang Sect receives news, it’s very Maybe they will come to rescue...but..." Ling Xue's eyes flashed fiercely: "The strength of the Tang Sect family alone can't control the situation at all, even if the entire Tang Sect is mobilized, it won't be too much of a threat. Apart from these sects, the remaining small sects are even less of a concern."

As expected of an old fox who has lived for 90 years, Ling Xue is shrewd in dealing with things, and can analyze the movements of martial arts sects in a few words.

"Don't forget, there are also those martial arts families." Gongsun Rou reminded: "Their strength is not low."

"Hmph!" Ling Xue snorted coldly: "Only relying on them? How dare you provoke me? More than ten years ago, I held a sword and kicked all the famous martial arts families in the row. Now, they also have shadows in their hearts."

"What else is there?" Gongsun Rou's eyes widened: "Tell me carefully, why did you go to trouble those martial arts families?"

"It's all old stuff, so don't mention it." Ling Xue waved her hand.

"No, I have to say, I love to hear this, hurry up and say it!"

"What's there to say about this, isn't it that when I went down the mountain to play, I accidentally taught a few dandies from martial arts families, and then their elders came to me aggressively to settle accounts, and I beat them up severely. Not to mention, I chased after their family and beat up all the masters of their family..."

"It's amazing! It's amazing! Lingxue, you are my idol!"

"Okay, it's getting late, let's get some rest, we'll have a fierce battle tomorrow." After saying a few words, Ling Xue returned to the tent to rest.

……

Tangmen.

in the room.

Ma Xiaoyao was sleeping soundly, when suddenly he was awakened by a rapid knock on the door, "Who is it!" Ma Xiaoyao shouted very unhappy.

"Mr. Ma, wake up, our Patriarch has something urgent to do with you." A man shouted anxiously from outside.

"It's so depressing!" Ma Xiaoyao got off the bed, walked over and opened the door: "Why is it so urgent? You can't let me sleep more, it's not yet dawn..."

"Mr. Ma, hurry up and go to the meeting hall, our Patriarch is waiting for you." Tang Sect disciple urged.

"What's the rush?" Ma Xiaoyao frowned.

"It seems that something happened in Shaolin Temple." The disciple of Tang Sect replied.

"Has something happened to Shaolin Temple?" Ma Xiaoyao's expression changed suddenly: "Go, hurry to see your Patriarch!"

The disciple of the Tang Sect stretched out his hand to stop Ma Xiaoyao: "Mr. Ma, you'd better get dressed before going to see our Patriarch... You'll catch a cold if you go out like this..."

"Eh..." Ma Xiaoyao realized that he was wearing a pair of shorts all over his body after being reminded by a disciple of the Tang Sect. set.

At this moment, Lei Dazhuang came out from the next room, his eyes were bloodshot: "Brother Ma, what happened?"

"Patriarch Tang is looking for me, it seems that something happened in Shaolin Temple..." Ma Xiaoyao replied quickly while putting on his clothes.

"Ah? Something happened to Shaolin Temple?" Lei Dazhuang stared: "What happened to Shaolin Temple?"

"I still don't know... Da Zhuang, hurry back and get dressed, and follow me to see Patriarch Tang." Ma Xiaoyao urged.

"Ah... yes..." Lei Dazhuang turned and returned to the house, dressed as quickly as possible, and followed Ma Xiaoyao to see Tang Linhai.

Conference hall.

The atmosphere is a little heavy.

Tang Linhai sat on the chair, frowning tightly, and his face was very ugly.

Standing opposite him was a monk in ragged clothes. The monk looked very excited: "Patriarch Tang, please, hurry up and rescue Shaolin Temple...I beg you..."

"Let me think about it." Tang Linhai waved his hand.

"Patriarch Tang..." The monk was about to speak when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He turned his head and found Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang walking in: "Master Ma, Uncle Lei... It's great to see you here..." Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang are apprentices of Master Yuantian, and they are of the same generation as Abbot Wuxiang, and this monk is an apprentice of Master Wuxiang, so they are called Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang. Da Zhuang is a master uncle.

Seniority really cannot be calculated by age!

"You are... Huisheng..." Ma Xiaoyao exclaimed.

"Yes, I am Huisheng." The monk nodded.

"How did you become like this?" Ma Xiaoyao asked in surprise.

"Alas..." Huisheng sighed, "Don't mention it, Shaolin Temple was besieged by powerful enemies, and it took me all my life to get out..."

"What did you say!" Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows and reached out to grab Huisheng's wrist: "You said that Shaolin Temple was besieged by powerful enemies?"

"Yes." Huisheng nodded.

"Where did the strong enemy come from?" Ma Xiaoyao asked.

"It's Tianshan Sect, Qingcheng Sect, Five Poison Sect, Baihua Valley, and Ice Palace. The five sects jointly besieged Shaolin Temple." Huisheng said.

"Five sects!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly flashed a stern look: "How is Shaolin Temple now?"

Huisheng shook his head: "The situation is not optimistic. On the first day, dozens of disciples were killed or injured in Shaolin Temple. If there is no strong support to help, Shaolin Temple will not last long."

"Damn it!" Ma Xiaoyao waved his fist fiercely: "The five sects are so ambitious that they dare to attack Shaolin Temple! I will definitely not let them go!" Speaking of this, Ma Xiaoyao took out his mobile phone: "Huisheng, don't worry, I'll ask someone for help now..." While speaking, Ma Xiaoyao directly called Tang Mingchuan. It seemed that Ma Xiaoyao wanted to use official power to attack the five sects.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.

"I said... Is there something wrong with you?" Tang Mingchuan scolded angrily from the phone: "It's three o'clock in the morning, I'm sleeping, okay..."

"Old Tang, I'm sorry! I'm really in a hurry!" Ma Xiaoyao said embarrassingly.

"It won't do anything good for you kid to call me." Tang Mingchuan snorted, "Tell me, what trouble did you get into again?"

"Tianshan Sect, Qingcheng Sect, Five Poison Sect, Baihua Valley, and Ice Palace five sects united to besiege Shaolin Temple, have you heard about it?" Ma Xiaoyao said quickly.

"Is there such a thing?" Tang Mingchuan was very surprised.

"It's absolutely true! Old Tang, you must help me this time." Ma Xiaoyao said in a serious tone.

"You want me to help Shaolin Temple?" Tang Mingchuan asked.

Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "Yes, the five sects are too crazy, we must teach them a lesson!"

"Well, okay, I'll arrange it right away." Tang Mingchuan readily agreed: "What nonsense, the five sects, are paper tigers in front of the officials. As long as the officials make a move, the five sects will be wiped out in minutes."

"Old Tang, thank you." Ma Xiaoyao thanked.

"If you really want to thank me, you won't cause trouble in the future. I don't want to wipe your ass all the time. That's fine, that's it." After finishing speaking, Tang Mingchuan hung up the phone.