"Li Er? Is a new customer?"

Zhang Sanfeng, who was improving his light skills, frowned slightly, but he couldn't help but curiously, "I don't know what big plan you have?"

"On the night of the full moon, at the top of the imperial city, there is a Taoist and a monk, who will compete with you?"

Li Yu expressed his plan.

"You asked me to compete with Shaolin Temple above the imperial city?"

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, his expression stagnated and was a little shocked.

He was really shocked by Li Yu's plan.

The imperial city is a forbidden area for imperial power. Not to mention martial arts competitions, even if a martial arts expert dares to sneak into it, he will be chased by the court.

Now he is openly competing in the imperial city and still chooses the highest place.

The highest place in the imperial city is naturally the main hall of the imperial palace.

This is no longer provoking the imperial power, it is trampling on the imperial power.

"Compet on the Imperial City?"

Ip Man, who successfully fought the Guangzhou Martial Arts Hall and was heading for Hong Kong Island, was also a little stunned and even more excited.

"Notify the disciples on Hong Kong Island to send a plaque [Sick Man from East Asia] to all the martial arts halls in Fusang. Remember to enter the newspaper, it is best to be published in the news newspapers all over the world."

"The content is roughly the same. You can also allow ten people from Fusang to join. As long as you win, you will be given 100,000 US dollars once. If you lose, you can take the plaque back."

Ip Man said loudly, looking a little excited.

"Is that awesome?"

Cheng Yong was also infected. He was a little hesitant before, whether he would be arrested for research if he was too high-profile. Looking at this high-profile Li Er, he felt that he was too low-key.

"As long as the world has enough power, tomorrow, as long as you watch the Book of the World to get one or two magics, even if someone catches me, you may not be able to catch it."

"I·······"

Murong Fu, who was racing towards Mando Villa, looked at the chat records of the Lord God's reading group, his face turned blue and white for a while.

He also wanted to go to the imperial city to compete, but he felt that he had not entered the imperial city yet, and he might have been surrounded and killed by the masters of the imperial guards.

"It seems you can't get any benefits, right?"

Zhang Sanfeng was a little moved, but asked back.

His competition with Shaolin Temple will only increase his prestige, but it will not be of any benefit to Li Er.

"And, even if I am willing to compete, Shaolin Temple may not be willing."

As for whether the court is willing, Zhang Sanfeng didn't care. Trampling on the dignity of the court may make the Song Dynasty tough.

"You don't have to worry about this. I have my own way. As long as you agree, I will make arrangements for you, and I will ask Shaolin Temple to agree."

Li Yu was confident, said.

"Forget it, I'll make arrangements for you first. If you want to go, go, forget it if you don't want to go."

Without waiting for Zhang Sanfeng to respond, Li Yu went offline and walked towards Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Sanfeng, “········".

"Swoosh~"

Li Yu used his light skills and flew towards Shaolin Temple.

"Where does the donor come from my Shaolin?"

Li Yu did not deliberately hide his figure, but used his light skills to rush to Shaolin Temple, so he naturally could not hide from the patrolling monks around Shaolin Temple. Li Yu had just arrived in front of Shaolin Temple. Xuannan, the first Xuan Damo Academy in Shaolin Temple, and two high-ranking monks of the Xuan generation, as well as more than a dozen monks who had gone out to welcome him, with a serious expression.

"Don't the master invite me in and sit down?"

Li Yu smiled slightly.

"Donor, please!"

Xuannan's eyes revealed a hint of solemnity, but Li Yu was invited to enter Shaolin Temple.

The main god library gave Li Yu the halo of temperament that was so dazzling. Although he didn't know Li Yu, Xuannan could also feel that Li Yu's identity was extraordinary.

Such a person with extraordinary status and strong strength enters Shaolin Temple, and does not know whether it is a blessing or a disaster.

"I wonder if the master has heard that the four evil people have been killed. Duan Yanqing fell off the cliff and did not know his life or death. Only Yue Laosan was not with other evil people and escaped by chance."

As soon as he entered the reception hall of Shaolin Temple, Li Yu went straight to the topic.

"I haven't heard of it."

The monks in the hall were all shocked, and Xuan Nan shook his head.

"It was a Taoist named Zhang Sanfeng who killed Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe and forced Duan Yanqing to jump off the cliff."

Li Yu introduced.

"Now Zhang Sanfeng wants to invite you the number one master of Shaolin Temple to compete with each other."

"Mencius is compassionate and asks the donor to tell the donor Zhang Sanfeng that the precepts of the monks in Shaolin Temple should be avoided to be brave and fierce."

Xuan Nan refused without hesitation and said, "Besides, our abbot has been practicing cultivation in Shaolin Temple and never goes out easily."

Zhang Sanfeng alone can kill the four evil people and suffer heavy casualties, and his strength must be extremely powerful. If Abbot Xuanci competes with Zhang Sanfeng, he will win, it will be very normal in the eyes of all sects and sects in the world.

If you lose, Abbot Xuanci's prestige will plummet.

"Amitabha, how good it is."

At this moment, Abbot Xuanci, who had been listening to Li Yu and Xuannan's conversation in the side hall, could no longer sit still when he heard Ye Erniang being killed and could not help but walk towards the hall.

"Please tell the donor Zhang Sanfeng that I am a monk and is not suitable for participating in martial arts competitions. If you are talking about Buddhism and Taoism, welcome him to Shaolin Temple."

Abbot Xuanci glanced at Li Yu deeply and refused.

"I've met the abbot."

Li Yu also stood up and returned the gift.

"Don't blame the abbot, you are not the one who wants to compete in martial arts."

Li Yu's face was calm and said.

Abbot Xuanci, “········”.

"Although Abbot Xuanci's Buddhism is profound, I think the abbot seems to be not good at practicing martial arts."

Abbot Xuanci, “········”.

He is known as the "Tiger Fuering Arhat" in the martial arts world, and he has practiced the Great Vajra Palm that no one has ever practiced in a century. He is a martial arts genius who has ever been practicing in a century.

"Abbot, don't be upset, I am full of respect for Shaolin Temple. Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a famous sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years. I just roughly sensed the breath of Shaolin Temple, and there are three people who are far above the abbot."

"Shaolin Temple is really unfathomable."

Li Yu's words were filled with deep respect.

Abbot Xuanci, “········”.

"I would also like to ask the abbot to ask the monk to come out. I would like to get the answer from the monk."

Abbot Xuanci, Xuannan, "???".

Who is he talking about?

Why don't we know?

"The donor was joking, the abbot is the number one master of my Shaolin Temple."

A monk from the Xuan generation looked a little ugly and said.

He felt that Li Yu was playing with them.

"Why do monks use lies to deceive people by lies?"

"I feel it very clearly. Near the Sutra Pavilion in the temple, there are three monks with extremely deep internal strength, one of whom has reached the level of returning to the natural state of a master."

Li Yu shook his head repeatedly with a reproachful look on his face.

"Don't worry, masters, although I haven't practiced for a long time, I have nearly a hundred years of internal strength and will not be able to perceive mistakes."

Li Yu said and released his breath, surging, like an erupting volcano covering the hall, making it difficult for the monks with weak internal strength in the hall to breathe.

Abbot Xuanci, Xuannan and others, "·······".

Did this person come to their Shaolin Temple to show off?

"Amitabha, if the old monk had not seen it with his own eyes, I really couldn't believe that there was such a young and handsome man in the world. At such an age, there was such a deep and pure internal force. There was really a heaven beyond the heaven and there were people outside the human beings."

At this moment, a thin monk in a green robe appeared silently in the hall with a broom.

The sweeping monk was attracted by Li Yu's breath.

Abbot Xuanci, Xuannan and others, "???".

There is really a monk who is enough to compete with Li Yu in Shaolin Temple?
To be continued...