At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

The earth is covered with thick dust and smoke, which condenses like clouds but does not dissipate.

In the dust and smoke.

A figure jumped out in a very embarrassing way, which was the first Dharmayan in the Discipline Academy.

But...                                                                                                                              �

He was completely disheveled, his body was ragged and in a mess.

Like a lost dog.

Huk!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Why do you understand the many secret techniques of my Shaolin Temple?"

"who I am?

You are not qualified to know yet!”

Xiao Yi stood alone with his hands behind his back and responded lightly, saying that he stopped talking.

At the foot of the mountain, the cold wind whistled.

Only Xiao Yiru stands out in the flock of chickens, standing proudly in front of a group of powerful men in Shaolin Temple.

In front of him, a group of Shaolin Temple masters, including Fayan, were easily swept away, and even a powerful existence like Fayan could not pass three moves under him.

This discouraged the powerful men from Shaolin Temple.

I didn't dare to come forward any more.

"Um?"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and suddenly looked up at the height of Shaoshi Mountain. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, "It's finally here!"

Swish swish swish! Swish swish! Swish sounds of breaking through the air swept through, and nine figures fell in front of Xiao Yi one after another.

For a moment.

The powerful men of Shaolin Temple, including Fayan, breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, they were also shocked by the strong men who came this time: "Abbot of the abbot?

All eight of the first seats except the first seat of the Fayan Temple have come?"                                                                                                                      

"Haha, this arrogant boy is dead!"

The eyes of the powerful men from Shaolin Temple were full of ecstasy.

The power of Shaolin Temple is deeply rooted. Only they have always been suppressed by power. How could anyone ever be beaten to the door?

All the strong men were defeated?

This is simply a great humiliation! When Fa Yan was defeated by Xiao Yi, they felt even more desperate. Now they are in a Jedi and finally saw the hope of defeating Xiao Yi.

Fakong and others glanced around, looking at the powerful Shaolin Temple lying everywhere, the faces of the few people were not good-looking.

Especially the residual aura of the Arhat's Heaven-Shaped Seal filled the air. Even though this attack had dissipated for a long time, the violent aura it left behind seemed to be vivid in my mind.

They did not dare to take it lightly and looked at Xiao Yi with a serious expression.

Fakong took a deep breath, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, but he saw only the fog that could not be seen through on Xiao Yi, and his whole body was like a deep vortex.

Not only can you not see anything clearly at first glance, you can even feel the illusion of being swallowed by endless darkness.

Huh! Fakong took a breath.

Just this glance made his forehead sweat oozing.

Fa Kong was shocked in his heart: Who is this son?

So young but deep is so hard that I cannot see through it. Before I figure out his identity, I must not act rashly! The heads around me also saw through Fakong's thoughts, and were also shocked in my heart, looking at each other: "I can't even see through him by the host?"

"It's better to leave it to the abbot of the presidency!"

"Let's just wait and see what happens..."                                                                                                                         

Everyone kept silent.

Fakong pondered for a moment and looked at Xiao Yi: "Amitabha, I am the presidency of Fakong in Shaolin Temple. I have seen the young hero.

I wonder what the young hero is called?

Why did I come to Shaoshi Mountain?

But what is the place where I offend the young hero in Shaoshishan?"

The Dharmakong quietly used the Buddhist lion roar while opening his mouth.

The sound is like thunder, deafening.

Xiao Yi's face remained unchanged and responded with the roar of the Buddhist lion: "My name is Xiao Yi, and he is the descendant of the Supreme Buddha's Supreme Sakyamuni! Now he has received the order of the Supreme, and he will return to Shaolin Temple to recognize his ancestors and return to his hometown!"

Buzz! Xiao Yi's words were like thunder on the ground.

Shengsheng exploded in the minds of Fakong and others, making a group of great monks look at each other and couldn't speak for a while.

"The successor of the Supreme Lord of Shakyamuni?"

"It is rumored that there were five ancestors in Shaolin Temple who had the Buddha's fruit position, and they were called the Five Patriarchs of Shaolin.

The number one among them is the Supreme Sakyamuni, but the Supreme Sakyamuni disappeared thousands of years ago, and now a successor suddenly appears..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

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This naturally failed to escape Xiao Yi's gaze.

Everything is under control.

This is precisely because Xiao Yi strongly blocked the door and Shaoshi Mountain. He wanted to cause enough sensation to attract Fakong and others.

At the foot of the mountain, he almost used the 72 unique skills and 36 secret techniques of Shaolin Temple one by one.

With his personal strength, it would not be that easy to destroy the Taoist throne of the Tianlong Temple.

The easiest way is to kill someone with a knife! In addition to the inheritance of the Supreme Sakyamuni obtained in the Ancient Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Yi also knew that the Supreme Sakyamuni was one of the five ancestors of the Shaolin Temple. He joined the Shaolin Temple as a disciple of the Supreme Sakyamuni.

That is the first generation of disciples under the Fifth Patriarch.

The status is much higher than that of Fakong and others.

Strictly speaking... Even if Fakong sees him, he will respectfully call him the ancestor! Even if Xiao Yi sees the supreme Buddha of the four Shaolin Temples that have lived in Lingshan, the Buddhist holy land, for a long time, he will only call him the uncle and join Shaolin Temple with such an identity and status.

Wouldn't it be easy to destroy Tianlong Temple with the help of Shaolin Temple?

If it works properly.

It is not impossible to even let the four Buddhas and supremes deal with the Heavenly Dragon together.

Fakong showed a deep thought on his face.

He did not want to admit Xiao Yi's identity. Now the four Buddhas of Shaolin Temple are far away in Lingshan. He has never interfered in the management of Shaolin Temple. He is all up to him.

If he admits Xiao Yi's identity, then this little master will ride on his head! He doesn't want to be ridden by a young man who is still stinky.

Just think of this.

While Fakong seemed to be meditating, he was also sending a message to the nine major leaders: "What do you think?"

How can everyone not understand Fa Kong’s mind?

Fatian responded lightly: "Sakya Supreme disappeared for many years, and the four masters searched for thousands of years without any news. I don't think he is still alive!"

"But the unique skills and secret techniques he possesses are indeed from my Shaolin Temple..." Fa Yan had personally experienced Xiao Yi's strength, and his expression became a little hesitant.

Fa Yin said with expressionless face: "Understanding these unique skills and secret techniques does not mean that he is the supreme descendant.

It may also be a thief who secretly learned my Shaolin Temple skills..."                                                      

"Are you a thief? We have the final say?"

"I don't want to be ridden by a young boy!"

Listening to everyone's response, Fakong's mouth raised slightly, showing a faint smile of satisfaction.

When he looked at Xiao Yi again, there was a hint of coldness and he spoke coldly: "A timid thief, how dare he pretend to be the supreme descendant of my Buddhism. Who is instructed by me?

If you honestly explain, I will only waste your cultivation and you can do nothing.

If you are stubborn, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

"Talk the confession, leave you a way out!"

"If you resist stubbornly, there will be only a dead end!"

The nine first seats dispersed in a very tacit way and surrounded Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's eyes swept across the people, feeling the cold murderous intent. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, his scarlet tongue licked his lips, and gently pinched his fists: "Sure enough... it's the most effective way to deal with these hypocritical bald donkeys!"

ps: Xiaotian continues!
Chapter completed!