Infinite Heroes Seat

"Dare to fight?!"

At the foot of Songshan Mountain, Mo Wengao was drinking, his voice echoing in the mountains for a long time.

The people in the martial arts are silent. The people at the foot of the mountain just saw how Mo Wen killed the famous North Qiao Peak, and the people on the mountain have also seen how Mo Wen cuts melons and vegetables. The bottom five or six masters, you must know that at this time, there are still people who can leave their lives in the hands of Wang Yuyan's three daughters. They are all people with high martial arts, but they have no resistance to Mo Wen's and they are knocked down. It's not that the sweeping monk made the move, I'm afraid everyone here will get a bad hand.

Everyone turned their attention to the abbot Xuanci. Shaolin is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts. This martial arts conference was held by Shaolin. Shaolin should come forward in every sense and reason.

Xuan Ci just smiled bitterly, stepped forward, without answering, but instead asked Mo Wen loudly: "Mo donor, Lao Na has another question. I hope the donor can answer it."

He took a deep breath.

"Why does the donor want to kill in the martial arts?"

Everyone was taken aback, and then they all pricked their ears. After all, the catastrophe came too inexplicably.

This Xiaoyao faction attacked the entire martial arts almost without warning. It didn't ask for gratitude, origin, or position, almost killed when it saw a master, and wiped out the martial art, which made people confused.

If it is to dominate the martial arts, they have never expressed a similar meaning, and they do not accept the surrender of the sect. If it is because of the old grievances before, they are not like it. With their current strength, there is no such thing in the arena. Any school can contend against them, even Shaolin is no exception, and many newly-built schools have been brutally attacked, they will not have any feasts with the Xiaoyao school.

"Why?"

Mo Wen was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed.

"Of course it is to pursue the highest realm of martial arts!"

Mo Wen glanced around at all the martial arts practitioners present, and said lightly: "My Xiaoyao sent gods to use others' internal strengths for their own use, and my son also likes a hundred schools of martial arts. If you don't want to kill, where are the internal strengths and secrets? Using these wastes to fulfill the reputation of my Xiaoyao faction, I still praise them!"

Glancing at the crowd with disdain, Mo Wen added: "It's like people raising livestock, when they are fattened, they will naturally be slaughtered!"

"you!--"

Listen to Mo Wen's remarks. These martial arts people are just chills. They inexplicably think of those martial arts people who have been absorbed by their internal forces and die, and then think of the endless masters of the Xiaoyao faction, and finally they are furious. People who practice martial arts are not small, listen. Mo Wen compares himself to domestic animals. They raised their weapons one by one and looked at Mo Wen and Xiaoyao faction coldly.

With regard to martial arts and the internal strength gained from hard training, there is no room for change. Either you die or I live!

"Let's fight with them!"

"Even if I die, it won't be cheap, these bastards!"

"Master Xuanci order it!"

......

The sentiment was exciting for a time.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Xuan Ci chanted the Buddha's horn high, and then made the last effort, regardless of the outcome of the battle. The final winner will not be better, and it is inevitable that life will be overwhelmed.

"Donor, martial arts is already superb, why bother to kill evil again? As long as the donor is willing to stop, Lao Na can guarantee that no one will pursue today’s affairs. Judging by the strength of both you and me, the donor may not necessarily win. Hold on! Why not just wave your hand"

And listening to Xuan Ci's words. Mo Wen showed a weird smile, inexplicably chilling in Xuan Ci's heart, as if stepping into a trap.

Sure enough, Mo Wen said indifferently: "You can stop if you want me to stop. Anyway, the internal energy absorbed by this young master and his subordinates is enough to digest, and the martial arts cheats collected are enough. I can guarantee that after the Xiaoyao faction. There won’t be any similar moves, it’s just—"

The vague thoughts in Xuanci's heart became heavier and heavier. Then Mo Wen's expression suddenly changed, and he said gloomily, "I--want--all the books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"

"presumptuous!"

"Bold fanatic! How dare I covet my Shaolin martial arts!"

Before Xuan Ci could reply, the Xuan Sheng and Xuan Nan behind him shouted loudly.

The Buddhist scripture pavilion is the foundation of Shaolin Temple. It is not known that this move is tantamount to breaking the inheritance of Shaolin Temple.

But there was no other sound besides the cursing of the two. No one agreed. The martial arts people who just clamored for the war were silent at this time. The scene fell silent for a while. Xuan Sheng and Xuan Nan were taken aback, looking back at those martial arts colleagues who didn't say a word, angry. I was shivering all over.

"you--"

Xuan Sheng's eyes widened and stared at those martial arts fellows, but the other party bowed their heads one by one, not daring to look at him.

Mo Wen just aroused the anger of this group of people, they can fight to death, but at this moment, they don’t have to work hard, and their heart vents. As for how Mo Wen’s final conditions have to do with them, they don’t want to Working hard for the Shaolin Temple, and Shaolin has always been for the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts. Although everyone does not say anything, they are inevitably jealous in their hearts. At this time, they may be secretly happy to see Shaolin being robbed.

"Are you not afraid of these evildoers of the Xiaoyao faction who would betray their faith and make another move? Without our Shaolin, how can you resist? My Shaolin treats you badly--"

Xuan Sheng was even more angry, and the hatred towards these so-called fellows was even higher than that of the Xiaoyao faction.

Hearing this, the expressions of those martial arts people changed, not because they were afraid that Xiaoyao would send Erfaner, but Xuan Sheng's remarks meant that everyone was relying on Shaolin to survive.

Immediately there was a person who said in a weird manner: "People just want your collection of books, not your life. As long as the people are still there, they will regret it. You Shaolin are still afraid that he will not succeed in the Xiaoyao school. Then everyone will naturally help the Shaolin monks. One hand."

"That's right, Shaolin shouldn't just value his own inheritance, and don't put the lives of fellow men in your eyes. You are Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and you won't be so disregarded of morality and justice!" Then another person said.

Everyone persuaded Shaolin to surrender the collection of books, even those who still had a bit of morality in their hearts were silent. The shameless appearance made Xuan Sheng angry, and he wanted to start with a roar.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly stopped by a hand, and saw Xuanci's bitter smile. At this time, his own side was already drawn into infighting in a few words. If he did it, he would definitely lose. Good reputation~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If you really hit your fellow players, then you will be attacked by a group. Even if the monk is there, it would be more fortunate.

After thinking for a long time, Xuanci still sighed, and said to Mo Wen in a quiet voice: "As long as the donor can guarantee that my Shaolin martial arts will not be passed on, I can store the classics in the pavilion——"

"Wait!"

Suddenly the old sweeping monk stepped forward and stopped Xuanci's words.

"Master? What are you?—"

The old sweeping monk shook his head, and instead turned his head and said to Mo Wen.

"Mo Shizhu, can you dare to make a bet with Lao Na?"

Mo Wen picked up the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have known that this would happen, and he said unhurriedly: "What are you betting on?"

The sweeping monk folded his palms together, and whispered softly: "Lao Na is willing to take the donor three palms. If he survives by chance, please let the donor let the Shaolin Buddhist Scripture Pavilion go back to the mountain, how about?"

"Can the donor dare to agree?" (To be continued...)