The abbot Kong sighed and asked, "Tian Boguang, do you know your guilt?"

"……………………” Fang Xian had a long hideous time and had to lower his head and said, "I know the crime."

Obviously, Cheng Kun has arranged the front and back. At this time, he told these monks all the imaginary deeds. Will they believe it? Will they believe it? Will they believe it for Yuanzhen who has been in the temple for so many years, or will they believe it as a thief?

Kong Wen nodded and then said, "According to Yuanzhen's words, you rely on your martial arts to do some tricks of collecting flowers and stealing flowers and being ruthless, but that's the case?"

Fang Xian laughed loudly: "Master Abbot, I respect you, understand the truth and understand right and wrong, and then I bowed my head and confessed my sins. But you are too convinced that I am a little more true. If you do evil deeds, he will probably be too much better than me, right?"

Monk Yuanzhen's face did not change his expression and sighed: "Good, good, I am so sinful. The abbot knows, and I know too. Then he put down the butcher's knife and devoted himself to practicing Buddhism in Shaolin to atone for his sins. If you tell me and admit all the sins, maybe the abbot's uncle can give you a chance to regret."

The abbot also clasped his hands together: "Tian Boguang, your sins are not as shallow as before. He can still turn back, but why don't you know how to return? He did not say anything about evil in the world before, but also intended to steal my Shaolin classics and destroy my Shaolin foundation. Your fault is no longer simple right and wrong, good and evil."

Fang Xian was frustrated by the two of them singing and talking. However, they were righteous, but there was no flaw in their words. They only felt a breath in their chests, holding it in them, and could not let it go.

Fang Xian's voice was already trembling with anger, and asked, "I have accepted theft of the Sutra Pavilion. I came here to save my friend, and I will not defend myself due to greed. But the previous incident was all about Yuanzhen's words, so how can I believe it? If I ask me to scold Yuanzhen's actions, I am afraid that it will be impossible to say it for three days and three nights."

"Good..." Kong Wen shook his head, "Yuanzhen has been practicing Buddhism here for more than ten years. The Buddha can see his sincerity, but you do not repent and still speak stubbornly at this time... Three uncles, how should you think it should be done?"

Du'er clasped his hands together: "It's right for the abbot to fall."

"Since that's the case..." Kong Wen thought for a moment, then said, "Tian Boguang, you have done many evil things and are unruly, and you are no longer a person who can influence them. As a martial arts master, Shaolin should clean up the scum."

Kong Wen paused and rushed to the three old monks of the Du generation: "I have no choice but to destroy his martial arts."

Fang Xian was stunned. These monks are really poisonous.

"Wait!" he shouted, and then said, "I am guilty of moving out of Yuanzhen, and I can also bring out one person to defend my innocence!"

Kong Wen said: "Don't struggle anymore, you will use your martial arts skills and save your life. If you have a great understanding, Shaolin can protect you from health."

Fang Xian had no choice but to release his killer move, rolled his tongue and breathed desperately.

This tone was filled with internal force, and a sharp whistle sounded across the clouds.

The divine eagle who had been hovering in the sky heard the whistle and rushed towards the ruined temple without hesitation.

There were three whistle sounds agreed before, including three whistle-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-temperature-

If it is slow, it means telling everyone that the great event has been completed and let them respond.

If it is, it means telling everyone that they need support and let them hide up the mountain.

If you are anxious, you will be life and death. Once this signal is released, everyone will no longer have to hide their whereabouts and kill them to save them.

The Fang Xian signal has been sent, and the rest is delaying time.

"Master Abbot, Tian's trip is based on the meaning of Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Wudang." Fang Xian quickly brought out a heavyweight figure, and he could drag it out for a moment.

Hearing this, Kong Wen was a little displeased: "No need to speak nonsense anymore. Shaolin Wudang has been practicing it since ancient times. How can you let you sow discord? Uncle Wushu can destroy his martial arts, and you don't have to listen to his excuses."

Fang Xian was panicked. These monks were too stunned. Don’t you leave room for others?

At this time, his eyes intersected with Yuan Zhen, and he saw Yuan Zhen's mouth slightly raised, his eyes full of jokes.

Now that things have come, Fang Xian can't bear it anymore and laughs wildly: "Yuanzhen, I will tell you now that you can't live tonight."

"Amitabha..." Yuan Zhenfei pretended very thoroughly, "I was already covered in blood debts before I became a monk. When will I return to heaven and earth, I will have the arrangements of the Buddha."

Du Er walked to Fang Xian and said, "Tian Boguang, you'd better restrain your internal strength and not resist. This will be more comfortable. If you resist, I'm not sure that I can save your life."

Fang Xian was delighted. These monks were still pedantic and used their internal strength to slap themselves. If they broke the tendons of their hands, feet, etc., he was really helpless. If they fought for internal strength, he still had a way out.

He grinned and said, "Senior Due, I respect you, and I have not blamed you for your respect. If you have this palm, I, Tian Boguang and Shaolin's Liangzi, will be settled."

After saying that, he looked at Kong Wen again. Although he was at the end of the army, he showed a rare sense of pride and arrogance.

"Abbot Kong Wen, I've let go of these words. Shaolin's foundation has been in your own words for a hundred years."

The monks of Shaolin were stunned. They obviously did not believe in Tian Boguang, but they were a little confused about his arrogant attitude in the death state. They were too confident in saying this, and it seemed as if it was true.

Kong Wen didn't say much, he waved his right arm.

"Amitabha..." Du Er said, and then slapped Fang Xian's dantian with one palm.

Du'er did not give his full strength at this moment. He always had good intentions and tried it first. If Tian Boguang did not use his strength to resist, he would gently crush Tian Boguang's internal energy to make it safer. If he resisted, he would then give his full strength.

However, when he took this palm, it was swallowed up like a boat entering the sea.

Du'er was stunned and thought that he had chosen the wrong place, and added some force to his hand, and waved his palm again.

Fang Xian twitched his face, and then took it blankly, accepting it all.

Du'er looked at his palm and sighed, "It's weird, it's weird, either this person's dantian is not here, or he has practiced some Qimen Kung Fu."

The old monk with white face next to him passed the tribulation and said, "Since ancient times, some people have a different mind, but they have never heard of the Dantian not there."

The black-faced old monk Du Nan said sternly: "Tian Boguang. Don't struggle anymore, do you think I, Shaolin, don't move the knife?"

Fang Xian smiled in a silence: "Shaolin Temple, do you still have to use a knife to deal with me a disabled person who is powerless? Don't you think it's funny yourself?!"

"Bold!" Du Nan was furious and waved his palm on Fang Xian's face.

Fang Xian's mind was "buzzing" for a moment. The face of his eyes was dark, and it was hard to take it as if he was really exerting force. Not only did he have the power of muscles and bones, but he also used internal strength. It was really worse than the old man like Yin Tianzheng and Xie Xun.

Although he was not sensible and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, Fang Xian still said forcefully: "Okay! OK! Shaolin is really capable. Three old servants hid in secret and attacked me, one of them was a junior. They also lynched and humiliated me. If they beat me harder, I will accept them all!!"

Du Nan had a bad temper, so he was so angry that he turned his back and said, "So what if you kill with one palm!"

This time Fang Xian was prepared and had already adjusted his internal strength secretly. Although he was beaten so much, he was not as cruel as the first time he was injured.

"Enough." Du'er looked at Fang Xian with his eyes, "No matter what kind of evil magic you used, I advised you to accept the transformation of the power honestly. I, Shaolin, have compassion. If the transformation of the power, you will just lose your internal strength. You can live the life of an ordinary person. But if you are not honest, you will force us to break your tendons and feet. In the future, you will be a completely useless person."

Fang Xian didn't say anything, but just looked at Duhe with hatred. Then he glanced at Kong Wen, and the monks of Yuanzhen looked awe-in.

"My kung fu is all made through life and death. Although I have a bad reputation, I think I have never done anything wrong. There are gods three feet above my head. You Shaolin claims to be practicing Buddhism, but you have practiced this way. I feel so heartbroken for the Buddha!"

Fang Xian's shrill laughter echoed in everyone's ears, and there was a faint sense of fear.

Du'er ignored him, and he had enough internal strength and slapped Fang Xian's dantian with another palm.

Fang Xian made full preparations this time, and the North Ming Divine Art was activated to the extreme. The sea of ​​Dantian was no longer silent, but the wind was howling and the whirlpool was rolling.

Du'er's palm was not empty, but was sucked. He only felt that his internal strength was pulled by a powerful force and was no longer under his control. No matter how he wanted to stop the force, it would be useless.

"Not good!" Du'er could no longer pull his hands and shouted in a hurry, "Junior brother, pull me away!"

Du Jie immediately grabbed Du Er's arms and wanted to help him escape, but this grasp didn't matter. Even he was sucked firmly, and he felt his internal force swept away along his arm.

Seeing this, Du'er shouted: "Stop the effort quickly, or you will be killed directly!"

Fang Xian smiled and took away the Beiming Divine Art.

If you don't hold it at this time, you may be unable to cross it and slash it on your heavenly spirit cover with one palm.

After experiencing disaster, I finally got rid of the disaster. Sweat beads dripped from my head, and I was still in shock.

"No wonder, no wonder." Du Er said angrily, "It is really shameless to steal people's cultivation. It's hard to save them. I'll leave them to you."

"Yes." Du Nan received the order, so he pulled out a bright ring knife from his robe, "You are unruly, don't blame me for being unreasonable!"

After saying that, the knife slashed Fang Xian's muscles and bones.

At this time, Duhe, Duhe was still in shock and did not capture Fang Xian at all. Fang Xian naturally would not be able to slaughter him. He only stood up and used Lingbo Weibu's light skills. His body was evil and he had escaped from the secret room and suddenly wandered away.

Du Er Du Nan suddenly realized that he had reached this point. Tian Boguang was still determined to resist? The two monks waved their palms and attacked him, and Du Nan also forced him up with a big knife.

"Don't let him run away!" Kong Wen stopped in front of Fang Xian and ordered the monks to set up a formation. He also swept his Zen stick and swept his sword.

Fang Xian tilted his body, swaying over the blow with a strange Jiu-Jitsutra, and then swayed left and right, like stepping on a microwave duckweed, and was about to escape.

However, the Zangjin Pavilion was too small and there were too many monks, and Fang Xian could not move his hands, but the tight walls of monks could not flash.

Fang Xianxin made a move and used his internal force, and he ran his shoulder to hit him.

The Shaolin monk was masculine enough to slash his palms straight.

Logically speaking, a single palm should be powerful when slashing the shoulder, but now Fang Xian's internal strength has been achieved, but he was stunned and shocked the monk.

Fang Xian dislocated his arm. The collision was so painful, but he seemed to see a trace of vitality and tried his best to continue to knock out.

At this moment, I felt a chill in my waist...
Chapter completed!