The sweeping monk leaves the Sutra Pavilion

"Its shape is as graceful as a startling dragon, and graceful as a wandering dragon."

Duan Yu, who is behind Duan Zhengchun, has straight eyes like his father since Li Qiushui appeared.

One of them couldn't hold it back and sighed.

Originally there was only the sound of fighting between Xiao Yuanshan and his son and Ling Yanxuannan. Duan Yu's words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Li Qiushui turned his eyes and looked over.

"If the shoulders are cut into shape, the waist will be as plain as it should be. If the neck is lengthened, the neck will be beautiful, and the beauty will be revealed."

Duan Zhengchun was about to speak, but he heard Duan Yu say something rude again.

At this moment, cold sweat broke out on Duan Zhengchun's back. He quickly stood up and clasped his fists and said:

"The dog is shapeless, please forgive me, Fairy!"

Behind him, Chu Wanli grabbed his neck with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, and hurriedly dragged Duan Yu in.

Just what Li Qiu Shui said from afar, coupled with the flying Qing Kung Fu, had already revealed a lot of things.

Is this something Duan Yu can say at will?

Maybe none of them will be able to return to Dali!

"What a sweet little mouth."

Li Qiu Shui glanced at Duan Yu, covered his mouth and smiled sweetly, then seemed to think of something, turned to Xuan Ji and said:

"Little monk, why don't you take action? Could it be that you have a mortal heart?"

"Amitabha! Donor, be careful!"

Xuanji could tell at a glance that he was no match for this man, but at this moment he was already riding a tiger and had no choice but to rush towards Li Qiushui, pointing out something along the way.

"Hey~"

A burst of energy shot out from the fingertips.

Seventy-two unique skills, no phase calamity finger!

However, he saw Li Qiu Shui tap his toes, and he had already avoided the energy. Then he swung his palm, and a powerful palm force hit Xuan Ji's face directly.

Xuanji immediately closed his fingers and punched the palm that came towards him.

However, he saw the palm force suddenly change direction in front of Xuanji, turning a corner and heading straight for Dantian.

White rainbow palm power!

Xuan Ji's color changed in shock. He had never seen the force that had been released from his hand be able to change direction. It was too late to change the direction, so he had to hurriedly gather his true energy and lower his left hand to protect the vital points of his dantian.

"Click~"

The sound of bones breaking sounded!

With just one move, Xuanji's left arm lost its fighting power.

"Kick-kick"

Li Qiushui stepped on Bagua, figures were running around Xuanji, and sounds were heard from all directions.

Xuanji had no choice but to use his right hand, blocking with his left and right, and was in a state of panic for a while.

"Amitabha!"

Following the call of the Buddha, an old monk holding a demon-conquering pestle walked out from behind Xuanci.

Huang Lin's eyes instantly turned cold.

When Wu Yazi and others were originally invited over, it was just as a precaution.

I didn't expect it would actually come to this point.

This matter is already difficult to resolve!

He won't be able to stay in this world for long. Wu Yazi and the others are already very old. If they don't beat Shaolin to pieces, after he leaves, before Shen Jie grows up, the Xiaoyao sect may not be able to live long.

It will be better!

Thinking of this, Huang Lin stretched out his left hand.

Shen Jie immediately picked up the red phoenix with both hands and handed it to Huang Lin.

Seeing this, Xuanbei, who was holding the demon-subduing pestle, stopped stepping forward with his right leg.

He vaguely felt that if he took this step, something big would happen.

In the field at this time, Xiao Yuanshan and Lingyan were fighting inextricably in the distance.

In the middle, Qiao Feng and Xuan Nan were also at a stalemate. The main reason was that Qiao Feng didn't want to kill him.

Nearby, Xuanji's body had been injured in many places, and it was obvious that he could not hold on for much longer.

After Huang Lin glanced around, he stared at Xuanci and spoke slowly:

"Xuanci, if you commit suicide right now, Huang will immediately take people down the mountain, and today's matter will be over, how about that?"

Just now he wanted to rise up violently and destroy all the people of the Xuan generation, but he gave up this idea immediately.

Although the Xiaoyao Sect could not be said to be a decent sect, he did not want to make everyone shout about it.

This time, the old affairs between Xiao Yuanshan and his son, and the old affairs between Ye Erniang and Xuanci, were not enough to make him take such a serious action.

At this time, both sides have three top players. Xuanji will be defeated sooner or later. If Xuanci is forced to commit suicide, the goal of damaging Shaolin's prestige will be achieved.

Hearing Huang Lin's words, Xuanci felt bitter in his heart.

He didn't want to commit suicide earlier, but the matter has come to this. Now if he commits suicide because of Huang Lin's words, Shaolin's loss will be even greater.

If all the best in the temple come together and win the battle with the other party, then nothing can be said. After all, in this world, force will ultimately speak for itself.

Even if they lose in the end and Shaolin's "personality" collapses, they can still be intimidated for a period of time by showing extreme force, and then use the temple's methods to restore its reputation after spending some time.

At most, he and Ling Yan bear the responsibility for this matter.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Ling Yan.

It was this uncle who interfered randomly. Although he was saved from death, the situation now is too passive!

'Amitabha!'

After silently reciting the Buddha's name, Xuanci suppressed the anger in his heart, and then said to Huang Lin:

"The matter has come to an end, Master Huang, there is no need to say anything more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanbei held the pestle in his left hand, raised his right hand to his chest, and saluted Huang Lin.

"Shaolin Xuanbei, please ask Master Huang for advice."

"Master, let the nephew come!"

Su Xinghe spoke from behind.

Huang Lin raised his hand to stop him. He had made a decision at this time.

"Xiao Jie'er, keep an eye on it!"

After saying this, he was carried onto the stage and stood four feet away from Xuan Bei, facing each other.

Xuanbei now held the pestle in his right hand, and his left hand stood in front of his chest.

Huang Lin's right hand was resting on the hilt of the sword, his eyes were slightly closed, and his long hair was windless.

The two faced each other for a long time, but neither of them made any move.

"Bang~"

The sound came from not far away.

Huang Lin heard the sound and moved, but he didn't see any movement. He had already passed three feet away.

At the same time, Xuan Bei also waved the demon-conquering pestle forward, and a shadow screen suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Zheng~"

The red phoenix unsheathed, and a ray of light flashed away.

The shadow suddenly disappeared.

"Clang~"

The Demonic Pestle fell to the ground.

A thin line of blood appeared on Xuan Bei's neck.

The tip of the Red Phoenix sword was also stained with blood.

"Hey~~Xuanbei is dead!"

Not far away, people on the sacred mountain laughed softly.

"Ah? Not dead?!"
To be continued...