Master Kongjing smiled coldly, looked at Wang Junyuan and said, "It's not bad. It seems that Monk Shi Lin has already handed over the "Sichuan Silkworm Art" to you. You practice day and night, eat the vegetarian food in our Shaolin Temple, live in our Shaolin Temple house, and do all the things you do."

Wang Junyuan gritted his teeth and said, "You bald donkey, come, my master, Monk Shi Lin, will blame you all, you are the culprit for killing my master!"

Elders of more than three generations in Shaolin Temple rushed out, pointed at Wang Junyuan who was standing there, and gritted their teeth and said, "Little monk, you are really talking nonsense! Our Shaolin Temple abbot Master Kong Jing is kind-hearted, but how could he kill Monk Shi Lin!"

The heroes in the cave heard the elders of Shaolin Temple say this, and they all looked at Wang Junyuan intently.

I saw Wang Junyuan's chest fluctuating up and down, gritting his teeth, and his voice seemed to squeeze out from his teeth: "A villain, I, Wang Junyuan, will definitely avenge my master and his elders today."

"No matter what you say, you must leave your life here for me!"

As soon as these words came out, the elders of Shaolin Temple all laughed happily, and everyone seemed to have heard the funnyest jokes in the world.

Only Master Kongjing was silent, just folded his hands together and stood quietly in place.

Perhaps only Master Kongjing can see how much true energy Wang Junyuan possesses in "The Legend of Silkworms", and only Master Kongjing has such eyesight.

After the laughter of the heroes gradually fell, Master Kongjing smiled and asked in a deep voice: "My little master said that Monk Shi Lin was killed by me. I want to ask, how was Monk Shi Lin killed by me?"

Although Wang Junyuan's martial arts cultivation is now the best in the world, his age is a big deal.

Master Kongjing is already a person who has been buried in half the soil. He is very scheming and has a very cunning mouth. He can call dead people alive.

Similarly, the living can be called dead.

Sure enough, Wang Junyuan whined for a while and finally couldn't speak.

Seeing this, Master Xuanbei rushed forward with a palm from the air to attack the white paper in the hands of an elder behind Master Kongjing.

With a "swoosh", the white paper in the elder's hand was immediately burned to ashes by the flames.

Everyone present saw this and was stunned. They each held swords and pointed at Master Xuanbei.

"You...you..."

Everyone couldn't speak.

Master Kongjing's heart sank and his face suddenly dimmed.

Master Xuanbei walked out of the crowd, stood beside Wang Junyuan, and looked at Master Kongjing and said in a deep voice: "My child is still too young. Master Kongjing is highly respected. If you have anything to do, you can't make things difficult for the children, right?"

As soon as these words were said, the elders of Shaolin Temple were all ashamed.

But Master Kongjing smiled coldly and said, "I am not old, but I have peerless magical skills. I have practiced the true energy of the "Sichuan Silkworm Art" with a straightforward style. I wonder, who else can compare with the world?"

"No one in the world can compare to him. I think even if you fight him in a big battle, you may not have a chance of winning."

As soon as these words came out, the heroes in the cave were surprised in an instant.
Chapter completed!