Master Xuanbei subconsciously turned his head and looked at Wang Junyuan, as if he saw his own youthful figure in this young man.
I couldn't help but feel connected with each other, and felt compassion in my heart.
I thought to myself: When I was young, I was just like this boy. I ran into obstacles everywhere and was looked down upon by others many times. It was just because my family had no money and no power.
But this young man is completely different from me. He is full of the energy of "Celestial Silkworm Art". If he really uses his hands, I am afraid that the number of people in the world who can withstand three moves can be counted on one hand.
But no matter what, there will definitely be a bloody battle today!
Master Xuanbei immediately put his hand on Wang Junyuan's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"
Wang Junyuan didn't even think about it and blurted out: "I want this old monk Kong Jing to die."
Master Xuanbei looked overjoyed and said: "Okay, in that case, all of us will accompany you to fight! Kill him as hard as you can, the sky will be dark and the earth will be dark, so that all these people will receive the retribution they deserve.
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Everyone in the eight sects is in danger. The heroes in the cave are quite confident in the skills of the leaders of each sect. However, as the saying goes, there are unforeseen circumstances. If there is a fight, you really don't know who will win.
In this way, everyone gathered their true energy, just waiting for a big war to break out.
Zhao Rui originally wanted to rush into the crowd and be a troublemaker, but his reason told him not to make any noise at this time.
If something goes wrong in the slightest, it can easily lead to a fire.
In the dark, Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu held each other's hands tightly, never letting go.
Everyone's eyes were astonished as they watched as a powerful and intense red light erupted from Wang Junyuan's hands.
The light was quite dazzling, and it was really unbearable to see.
"Ah! When Monk Shi Lin was entangled with the rest of us, his palms were filled with such red light. That was quite extraordinary."
"Ah? This is the "Celestial Silkworm Art" that we have been longing for for a long time?"
"If it's not "The Art of Heavenly Silkworms", what else could it be! This is "The Art of Heavenly Silkworms", the real thing!"
Everyone present was talking, and everyone's face was full of surprise.
Until now, few people have actually seen this thing called "Celestial Silkworm Jue" with their own eyes.
The few monks had only been seen in the hands of Master Shi Lin before, but at that time, the skills of the two parties were really far apart.
So we only played two or three rounds in total. After two or three rounds, we immediately decided who was the winner.
Now that I think about it, the power of the "Celestial Silkworm Art" that I witnessed that day was actually just a snap of my fingers, and it seemed to have completely disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Wang Junyuan said loudly at this time: "The matter has come to this, no matter how you argue, it is useless. Forget about you, all the Shaolin Temple disciples present today must give their lives to me and stay in this cave!"
Everyone in the Shaolin Temple present quickly raised the Zen staffs in their hands high, and everyone was in a tight formation, waiting for a big battle to break out.
Seeing this, Master Kong Jing had no way to avoid or hide, so he had to quickly gather his true energy.