Huang Xiang looked at Cao Zhe seriously, hesitated several times and nodded, "Okay! I'll go to Quanzhen for help, it really doesn't work... I'll go to Beijing and find Guo Jing."

"Anyway... don't do anything randomly. If you are in danger, retreat and keep a useful body. We will always have a time to turn over."

Cao Zhe waved his hand and said, "Okay! Okay! Don't let mother-in-law, why do you look like a sissy?"

Huang Xiang widened his eyes and looked at Cao Zhe like Wang Bingbing.

He said with a generous look on his face, "I treat you as a friend, you treat me as a fake girl"?

"Let your eagle carry you to the top!"

"Don't let someone use cannons to shoot it down." Cao Zhe added.

After saying that, I felt a little sorry to smash my mouth.

With his eyesight, even from a distance, he could see clearly the specific shape of the white eagle that was always hovering above Huang Xiang's head.

Judging from his size, his body is bigger than that of ordinary white eagles, but at most he can only fly with a light and petite girl like Huang Xiang for a while. It is impossible for him to really carry many people to fly in the sky.

Otherwise, Cao Zhe would not be polite to Huang Xiang.

"You will be beaten with cannons, bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Cao Zhe smiled wickedly and said, "I definitely won't. You may do it in the future. In short, the world is far away. Let's see you and I will meet again next time. I hope you and I will be famous all over the world."

After saying that, without waiting for Huang Xiang to react, the person had already raised his energy and glided towards the distance like a big bird.

Huang Xiang looked at Cao Zhe's back as he was leaving and bulged his cheeks.

Then a whistle was blown.

The white eagle flew down with its wings and hovered above Huang Xiang's head.

"Diao'er! Diao'er! Follow him, if he is in danger, just drag him away. Thank you!" Huang Xiang said to Bai Diao.

The white eagle continued to circle and let out a crisp and long sound.

"Good Diaoer! I beg you! Don't worry about me. I will leave marks along the way. The disciples of the Beggars' Gang will see it. That woman will definitely catch up. Although she deals with me, if I am in danger, I will definitely help me." As she said that, she wrinkled her nose and showed an unhappy expression.

The white eagle circled twice again and finally let out a long sound, as if telling Huang Xiang to pay attention to safety. Then he took off and chased Cao Zhe in the direction he was far away.

After Cao Zhe left Huang Xiang, he did not return to Shaoshi Mountain first, but instead returned to Dengfeng City.

After "borrowing" some silver scrolls from several thieves, he went to the market to buy huge banners and gongs and drums, carrying them all on horseback, walking all the way out of the city and heading towards Shaoshi Mountain.

He was also a Shaolin disciple.

Now I have to go to "hardly" to explore Shaolin.

There is no point in point, it is just for the injustice in my heart.

In the afternoon, the sun is as hot as usual.

After a midsummer, the cicadas that were not strong enough were singing in the forest with weak energy.

The little monk in front of the Shaolin Temple mountain gate was standing in front of the door, standing there guarding the gate as if he was quite calm, but in fact he was wandering outside the sky.

Suddenly, the fierce sound of gongs and drums completely woke up this noisy afternoon.

Cao Zhe, who was hanging a big drum on his waist and holding a gong in his hand, showed off the banner behind him.

There was no secret evil that Daoming Bald Head would do on the banner.

Instead, it says, "Shaolin martial arts, a mess, and Shaolin monks are not even Mao." There are a total of sixteen big characters.

Not very harmful and extremely insulting.

And the words are concise, and no one who knows how to recognize words will misinterpret the meaning.

The monk standing in front of the mountain gate looked at Cao Zhe blankly, and then rubbed his eyes.

Read it right!

There are indeed people who are provoking in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate with such banners and gongs.

The first thing that aroused the monks was not angry, but confusion and curiosity.

Although Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist temple, it is even more a martial arts master. Although it has been suppressed by Quanzhen Sect in recent years, it has been the number one sect in the world for hundreds of years.

Such a famous ancient temple and such a martial arts holy land are also a boy who doesn’t know where to fight and can provoke them at will?

The monks of the Knowledge can even conclude that the monks from the Dharma Academy do not need to take action.

Just a low-ranking monk from the Luohan Hall can easily teach this kid to be a human being.

"Isn't that... Zhang Junbao, a lay disciple?" Hearing the sound of gongs and drums, some of the disciples who were fine rushed to the mountain gate to watch the show, and some of them recognized Cao Zhe.

"What? He is actually my Shaolin disciple?" A monk said in surprise.

"Is he crazy? He bullies his master and destroys his ancestors... He dares to come to the door to provoke him? Huo Forefather Tuo, who rebels from the door, only dares to go to the Western Regions to build a Shaolin in the Western Regions, but he dares not provoke directly in front of my Shaolin Mountain Gate like this." Another monk said.

Since the founding of the Dayue Daily, many old stories in the martial arts world in the martial arts world have not been kept very confidential.

Many sects that were quietly controlled by the contestants were very powerful in order to pull their backs and pour dirty water on each other.

This has led to many unknown old stories in the world being re-released and made public.

"Zhang Junbao! Are you crazy?"

"Or have you been taken hostage?"

"Don't be afraid, you are my Shaolin disciple. If there is a threat from a bad person, you will know and I will ask the master to make the decision for you!" A young monk from Shaolin Temple shouted loudly to Cao Zhe.

Some people rushed out quickly, but instead of coming to Cao Zhe, they held vine sticks and looked at the surrounding forests.

At the same time, I turned around and said to Cao Zhe: "Go into the mountain gate quickly, don't delay. If you get poisoned, go to Bodhi Courtyard. The masters there are all bodhisattvas and will definitely not sit idly by and ignore you."

There are so many monks, although there are still noises, they are not harmful.

Cao Zhe felt a little warm, and he felt that such an adventurous move was not a mistake.

He dare not speak out loudly, nor will he be self-righteous if he can save the world.

But the little monks in the mountains still have to take care of them.

"Who is the evil man who dares to hold my Shaolin disciple hostage and speak wildly?"

"Do you dare to confront us and fight with us?" The monks holding vine sticks protected Cao Zhe in the middle and shouted to the forest.

Cao Zhe suddenly beat the gong.

He laughed and said, "Don't work hard for everyone. I have not been held hostage by others. I have completely realized it."

After saying that, he suddenly beat the drum.

The internal force is running, and the drums are like thunder.

The young monks around him could not bear this place, and they covered their ears and fell to the ground.

Although Cao Zhe did not know the sound skills, he knew that he could shake the drum surface with internal force and at the same time formed a resonant effect. In this way, even if the drum surface was mad, the sound was still lethal.

Several monks with a little more skilled skills staggered and ran towards the temple, obviously going to inform them.

Cao Zhe drove his horse and crossed the mountain gate, beating drums and drums all the way, and even shouted at the words on the banner behind him.

"Shaolin martial arts are a mess, and Shaolin monks are not even Mao!"

Such arrogance naturally caused the disciples of the 36th Academy of Shaolin and the 72nd Room to come and gather together to surround them.

(The new book needs to be followed by data, please try not to raise it!)

(Thanks to Ximen for the 500th snow, Akaneiro for one hundred points, lonely Bubuwang for nine hundred points, and Tiancao Cangzhu for the reward of five hundred points, thank you for your support!)
Chapter completed!