After a while, a young monk ran into the main hall in panic and shouted, "Master, it's not good, someone is here to attack the Sutra Library."

"What?" Everyone in the righteous was shocked. When Shen Yuanjing saw Ren Woxing smile on his face, he thought to himself: "The old demon has indeed made some plans to delay time. This is a good way to build a plank road and secretly travel to Chen Cang. If the "Yi Jin Jing" falls into his hands, it will be a headache for Shaolin and Dongfang Bubai."

Fang Zheng recited the Buddha's name and quickly ordered the old monks next to him to go to the Sutra Pavilion to support him. When Ren Woxing saw that the old monks were about to leave, how could he let him go? He asked his subordinates to intercept him and nodded to Wentian again.

Xiang Wentian immediately flashed outside the hall, took out a fireworks arrow and lit it, and exploded a bright light in the air. Soon, the shouts of killing outside the gate gradually rose, and they all came to the main hall.

"Amitabha!" Fang Zhengnian said, "Since the donor has a secret weapon, why do you still commit such a murderous crime?"

Ren Woxing laughed wildly and said, "It's just that my surname and name are not good. I have a surname of 'Ren', also called 'Woxing'. Of course, I let my own temperament and do whatever I like."

Fang Zheng wanted to say something else, Zuo Lengchan couldn't help it and said, "Abbot, this old demon has already taken action, and it will be in vain to continue the debate. It's better to organize people to resist immediately, so as not to make any unnecessary sacrifices."

Fang Zheng quickly said yes and called a few more people to the gate to support him. Ren Woxing stopped stopping this time, but just asked his subordinates to follow him. There were people on both sides and they immediately started fighting. The disciples of the Huashan Sect and the Songshan Sect were among the disciples of the Shaolin Sect to fight each other.

There is an enemy on this side of the Huashan School. She is wearing a long robe with a cocoon silk, half bald head, black beard, fat, and blushed. She looks like a wealthy businessman, and her weapon is a folding fan that is about a ruler long.

As soon as Gao Genming and he took over, they felt that the sword in his hand was not a hit, and the opponent's martial arts were very inconsistent with their body shape. The light and agile route he took was not elegant, but slippery.

Shen Yuanjing was surging the formation on the side, thinking to himself: "Junior Brother Gao is also a famous figure in the world. Now any one under Ren Woxing can match him. The strength of this Demon Sect is indeed unfathomable. No wonder he can defeat the right path with the power of one sect."

Among the second-generation disciples of the Huashan Sect, in addition to Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan, Gao Genming and Shen Yuanjing had the best relationship and were thick-skinned. Every time Shen Yuanjing taught Lin Pingzhi and Qu Feiyan, they would come over to learn secretly. Shen Yuanjing did not shy away, and even passed on Feixu sword technique and the light skills of walking alone in thousands of miles.

Shen Yuanjing does whatever he wants and is used to love the sword technique of the Huashan Sect against the enemy. Linghu Chong used the Dugu Nine Swords a lot in daily life, and Lin Pingzhi was a little immature. This flying shovel sword technique was often shown in Gao Genming's hands. Zhu Zhi had a great reputation in the world.

Those small sects with mediocre martial arts cannot tell who is higher or lower. They regard these three brothers as one level and call them "Huashan Three Swords": "Wine Swordsman", "Leng Swordsman" and "Wind Swordsman". However, this advantage is that the Huashan Sect has successors and is becoming more prosperous, and martial artists from all over the world need to sell more face.

Among the disciples sent by Huashan, only Gao Genming and Laudeno were able to fight against their opponents one-on-one. The remaining ten people were a little older and were only considered registered disciples when they entered the school late. Three or four people could only fight one person together, and some people were constantly injured. Shen Yuanjing and Yue Buqun were guarding both sides to protect their disciples from dying.

The disciples of Songshan Sect were not so lucky. Several died in succession. Zuo Lengchan saw it and snorted coldly, and could only take action himself.

After he killed a man from the Demon Sect, Xiang Wentian, with a short and fat old man and a middle-aged woman, surrounded him and entangled him.

Seeing that Shen Yuanjing and Zuo Lengchan had no time to look around, Ren Woxing was ready to move and suddenly took action and injured a monk of the Fang generation of Shaolin Temple.

Fang Zheng sighed and slapped Ren Woxing with one palm. This palm move was normal, but when the palm was halfway through, it suddenly shook slightly. One palm immediately turned into two palms, two palms turned into four palms, and four palms turned into eight palms.

Ren Woxing blurted out, "Thousand-handed Tathagata palm!" He did not dare to delay at the moment, and quickly attacked the right shoulder. The left palm came out from the bottom of the right palm, and it still swayed slightly, and the palm shadows that changed to two and four changed to four were flying.

The two of them had a similar martial arts skills, and they should be evenly matched, but Ren Woxing was injured in his body and did not dare to use the Star-Sucking Technique, so he would be worse. After a while, his body gradually slowed down. He thought to himself: "I just delayed time and facilitated Ying'er's actions. I don't have to fight hard with this old monk."

So Ren I stood up and began to wander left and right. Whenever I was weak, I would go to the Songshan disciples formation and the Shaolin disciples. Fang Zheng was unwilling to kill, so he took the opportunity to make up for it.

An old monk next to him looked carefully. Seeing Ren Woxing only wandering around his right hand and the middle, he was outside the Huashan Sect disciple formation on the left. Based on the information obtained, he thought about it for a while and came to Shen Yuanjing and said, "Mr. Shen, please rest, I am a little calmer. I have something to ask for!

When Shen Yuanjing heard this, he added strength to his hands and fired off two opponent's weapons. He then took a few steps back and saw the head of the Shaolin Prajna Hall, and asked, "What advice does the master have?"

The old monk was tall and thin, his eyebrows and beard turned white. Seeing that Fang Zheng was much older, he said kindly: "Shen Shaoxia, look over there. The old devil was extremely cunning, and Junior Brother Fang Zheng was kind and unwilling to take action. Songshan and Shaolin disciples had already lost several people. If they dragged on, everyone would not be able to withstand it. I know that Shen Shaoxia is very skilled in martial arts, and the old devil is afraid. It is better for you to stay in the dark and wait for an opportunity to give him a sword, so as to get rid of this disaster for the people of the world."

Shen Yuanjing thought, "Although Ren Woxing is a phoenix with hair falling hair, it is much stronger than a chicken. Not to mention that a large group of people gathered together in a short time, and the East is undefeated and not killed. The details are worthy of fun. He was killed in Shaolin, and the Songshan Sect may be killed, but my Huashan Sect cannot get through this muddy water."

He didn't know what the monk was thinking, so he immediately delayed: "Master, one thing is that I am low in my skills, and two things are still many junior brothers who need to take care of me, and I am really powerless."

Fang Ping was old and could not allow him to postpone it. He immediately said, "Young Master Shen is humble. Although I don't know what you did in Meizhuang, I see that the old devil dare not make trouble in the Huashan Sect formation. It is obviously not afraid of Mr. Yue."

Seeing that Shen Yuanjing was about to refute again, he said first: "As for the safety of the Huashan disciples, I will leave them to me. Although I am old, I am still breathing, so I will definitely not let the disciples of your sect be damaged." After saying that, he bent down and bowed deeply.

Shen Yuanjing quickly helped him up, but was forced to get out of trouble by the old monk. Now he doesn't agree, I'm afraid that news will be heard from the world afterwards, and Huashan sent him to rescue him but cannot do his best.

If he had only a sword, he might have left. But now he could only sigh in his heart, change his position to the Shaolin disciple, and then think about how to achieve both.
Chapter completed!