The Unscrupulous Veterinarian Chapter 319: Master, stop it
Grandmaster, stop
"Who dares to act wild in my inner hall of Shaolin? You really don't know whether to live or die. My Buddha is merciful and monks will not fight with the donor. Forty-nine soldiers have learned martial arts from my inner hall of Shaolin. They can barely count their own disciples. The donor should leave.
!" An old voice came from inside.
Murong Feng laughed angrily and shouted: "I am of the same clan as you and have connections with you in Shaolin. I will give you old monks face. Don't be shameless. You won't come out, right? Then I will force you.
Come out, you bunch of old immortals."
Murong Feng's voice was arrogant and domineering, and the muscles in his whole body trembled. The force of three million kilograms directly tore through the void. The arrogant power danced in the void. Purple divine power penetrated the palm of his hand, forming a huge dragon claw about a thousand feet long.
A terrifying space crack appeared.
The purple dragon claws swept over the sky and covered the earth, crossing the void, really like the roar of a divine dragon, extremely majestic...
"This...this is my ancient Shaolin martial arts dragon claw hand. It has been lost for thousands of years. Who is the donor? From where I learned my ancient Shaolin martial arts combat skills."
Sixty-seven figures came out across the street, but in front of them was a thin old monk wearing a golden cassock, kind eyes and a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck. His martial arts cultivation had actually reached the terrifying fifth level, but he was also
It is difficult to resist Murong Feng's power.
"Old monk, are you finally willing to come out? But you are destined to die today." Murong Feng was really angry. These monks were really pretending and didn't teach them a lesson. They really don't know how powerful they are.
"Ami Doufu, I am merciful. We are no match for the donor, but if we can see my Shaolin sect's ancient martial arts fighting skills again, it won't matter even if we die."
"Ah rice tofu, my Buddha is compassionate."
Six or seven monks put their palms together, closed their eyes, and sat down cross-legged, as if they were dying peacefully.
Murong Feng snorted heavily and waved his hands to disperse the huge dragon claws in the void. The blue light in his eyes flashed, seeming to penetrate the void. He checked the Shaolin inner hall for thousands of miles, but still could not find the forty-nine soldiers.
There are only so many inner halls in Shaolin, and forty-nine living people can be hidden there.
"Old monk, where did you hide the forty-nine soldiers? Hand them over to me immediately." Murong Feng asked the old monk in a deep voice.
"Ami Doufu, the forty-nine soldiers are my Shaolin disciples. The donor wants to take them away by force. Unless we are all killed, we old monks will definitely not surrender them." The leader of the old monks said.
The monk closed his eyes and looked as if he was dying peacefully.
"Hmph! How could Zen Master Huike, one of the Sixth Patriarchs, have a bunch of useless disciples like you? I am really not worth it for him. Old monk, do you want to die? I did not fulfill your wish. I remember the teachings passed down by Zen Master Huike.
I am barely a half-disciple, so if I don’t make friends with others, I will find it myself.”
Murong Feng can be regarded as a bombshell thrown by me. Although I don’t know who the dead bald man mentioned by the old gangster is, I can infer that this person is probably one of the legendary Sixth Patriarchs, Zen Master Huike, because the Sixth Patriarch
One of the Zen masters, Huike, is a master of Zen and martial arts, and the only one who can break the void.
Murong Feng closed his eyes, and his spiritual mind penetrated the void, sweeping across the void within a thousand miles. This was because Murong Feng felt that an expert like Zen Master Huike must have cultivated the space that he carries with him, and when the void is broken, he will inevitably leave the space with him.
Otherwise, the inner hall of Shaolin will never be known to the public.
Sure enough, on the top of the mountain of Shaoshi Mountain, a space fluctuation was discovered, and it was the retreat place of Bodhidharma, the ancestor of Shaolin Zen, and the forbidden area of Shaolin. Murong Feng's lips traced a smile:
"What a cunning old monk. I know that Master Huike will definitely leave space for you. Otherwise, how could you survive for such a long time."
After saying this, the old monk's expression changed drastically, and Murong Feng instantly stood up and headed straight towards the place where the space fluctuated. There was a space restriction at the door, but for Murong Feng who had built a small world, he naturally waved his hand to solve it.
Escape into it with a moment of clarity.
The small space only has an area of a hundred miles in radius, but inside it is filled with the sounds of birds and flowers, the environment is elegant, and the energy is relatively abundant. There are many houses built around it, and there are hundreds of disciples practicing, the lowest ones are at the innate realm, and the ones with high cultivation levels have reached the second level.
The level of cultivation is around.
However, the forty-nine soldiers had their acupuncture points tapped. When they saw Murong Feng's arrival, they were all extremely excited. Murong Feng smiled calmly and said: "I'm sorry for you, I'll unlock the acupoints for you." He waved his hand, and an invisible wave of energy came out.
With strength, Murong Feng unlocked the acupuncture points on their bodies.
"Whoever trespasses on my Shaolin forbidden area, tell me your name, there will be no nameless ghosts who will die under my staff." In front of you is a middle-aged monk holding an iron rod, with a fat body, a fair face, and wearing a green suit.
Kasaya, with an angry look on his face.
"A mere fourth-level person is actually acting arrogantly in front of me. Today I am waiting for Zen Master Huike to teach you, these unscrupulous disciples. I want to see how much cultivation you have learned from Zen Master Huike."
After Murong Feng finished speaking, he suppressed his own cultivation, Jiaye's legs came out violently, and the domineering power twisted the void, and the sky was full of shadows of the legs. The legs were as strong as wind, and they went straight towards the great monk opposite. The great monk seemed to know how powerful he was.
As soon as the figure moved, the fat body quickly retreated, appearing to be extremely flexible.
And Murong Feng attacked like a whirlwind. Wherever he passed, the small space was violently destroyed. The grass and trees were flying, the sand and stones were stirring, and the violent energy swept through the great monk's body, and the great monk quickly used the iron rod,
The crazy magic stick technique brings stick shadows all over the sky.
However, Murong Feng's legs kicked out continuously, and the pure physical force directly scattered the stick shadows all over the sky. The great monk was hit in the chest by Murong Feng, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, revealing an incredible look, as if his body was disconnected.
The kite flew hundreds of meters away and landed heavily on the ground, revealing a large area of cracks on the ground.
"Master, please stop quickly! This place cannot withstand the ravages of your old man! You are the descendant of Zen Master Huike, so naturally you are our ancestor! Master, please stop!" Several old monks entered.
He walked into a small space with a pious look on his face.
The corners of Murong Feng's mouth twitched, "Master Patriarch, you guys are really able to get close to each other. If anyone were an unscrupulous descendant like you, I'm afraid they would be pissed to death!"
"Master Patriarch, please don't try to get close to me. Humph! You deserve to be ruined here. I imprison my soldiers. This alone is enough for me to kill you. For the sake of Master Huike, I won't argue with you.