The World of Martial Arts

Chapter 112 Conflict intensifies

Fang Zheng and others in Shaolin did not expect Xu Zhengping to be so frank, and he admitted it without waiting for questioning!Everyone's complexion changed dramatically.

Killing a monk in Shaolin, and killing the head of a monk, this can be called an endless hatred for any sect.

Just like Xie Xun killed Kongjian divine monk, Northwest Shaolin has pursued and killed him for decades and still refuses to let him go.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but asked: "The martial monks of the Jue generation in Luohan Hall are all fellow disciples of yours, and Fang Chen is the teacher who taught you martial arts. Why are you so ruthless?"

Xu Zhengping said indifferently: "Master Fang Zheng may have been very smooth from childhood to adulthood, and he has never seen all kinds of dirty things such as intrigue among monks at the bottom of Shaolin Temple."

This made the chiefs of the Discipline Academy and several courtyards look very unnatural. Obviously, they are not completely ignorant of the following situation like Fang Zheng.

So Xu Zhengping casually recounted a few things that happened to him after the death of his mentor Fang Yin.

Finally, he asked: "Xu once won the Juezi Grand Competition in Shaolin seventh place, among the top ten, it seems that only Xu has never learned 72 stunts and other superior martial arts, Fang Zheng should know what is going on.

One of Xu's fellow disciples under Master Fang Yin's sect, and now only one Xu is still alive, dare to ask where the other fellow disciples are now, masters may answer? "

The first rhetorical question, Fang Zheng had already discussed it with the monks in the temple, everyone knew that Xu Zhengping must have suffered unfair treatment, plus the second rhetorical question, when the monks thought about it, it seemed that there was indeed only Xu Zhengping left under Fang Yin's sect.

Thinking about it so carefully, isn't it extremely frightening?

From Jueming's point of view, how could he not be restless when he sees all the brothers who came from the same school in the past died in the rivers and lakes inexplicably, and he is the only one left?
It turns out that without the protection of an entry-level mentor, the low-level monks would be so miserable. Since Fang Zheng presided over the affairs of Shaolin, this is the first time he has realized this, and he already feels uneasy.

At this time, the head of the Discipline Academy came forward and said: "Abbot Fangzheng! Let's talk about our Shaolin matter later. No matter how pitiful this person is, he has committed the crime of killing his master and killing his fellow disciples, and he deserves to be punished! Even the Buddha cannot forgive!"

"That's right, besides, this person is very likely to justify the murder of his fellow disciple and mentor, out of the ten sentences he said, nine of them must be unbelievable!

Our Shaolin has always been fair in dealing with things, fellow disciples respect and love each other, how could it be as unbearable as he said!This is slander! "

Xu Zhengping laughed loudly, "Whether you believe it or not, does Xu care? Why should Xu care about everyone's forgiveness to me?

Since we must fight Xu as an enemy, you might as well stay here today, masters, and I will go north the next day, and step down Shaolin by the way! "

All Nanshan helped the elite tiger to drink loudly, their murderous aura soared to the sky!
"Tamp down Shaolin!"

"Tamp down Shaolin!"

"Tamp down Shaolin!"

A group of monks from the Northern and Southern Shaolin had assembled at this time, but their numbers were still far smaller than those of the Nanshan Gang. Their faces changed in surprise, they never expected their opponent to be so arrogant.

At this time, the Nanshan Gang's elite had begun to distribute equipment, including paper armor, and even more firearms, completely in the posture of an army fighting.

At the same time, many masters, except those from Huashan Sect, are all gearing up, with weapons in hand, staring at each other, making all the Shaolin monks' eyelids twitch.

We all know that once a war starts, it will have an extremely bloody ending. I am afraid that no matter the victory or defeat in today's field, both sides will inevitably lose their vitality.

Their Nanshan gang gangsters are bricks or tiles, stones in a latrine, worthless, but the monks of Shaolin Temple can regard themselves as bright jade inlaid with gold, extremely noble, how can they die with a group of gangsters.

For a while, although the Shaolin monks hated Xu Zhengping, their fighting spirit dropped a lot.

However, the members of the Songshan faction who were hiding in the distance were very excited, wishing that this scuffle would start immediately!
Of course, they can't take advantage of the Shaolin fire, at most kill and injure some Nanshan gang members at the corners, and then wait and see the situation.

Once Shaolin gained the upper hand, Zuo Lengchan would definitely assist Fang Zheng and kill Xu Zhengping on the spot.

But if Shaolin gains a disadvantage, they can escape as soon as possible, and at the same time, the Nanshan Gang will inevitably suffer heavy losses, so Zuo Lengchan's already prepared second-stage trick is just right for implementation, until the Nanshan Gang is wiped out and Xu Zhengping is killed!

At this time, Fang Zheng said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Jue Ming, no, now I should call you the benefactor.

Since you are determined to be an enemy of my Shaolin, you don't need to say much, but God has the virtue of being good at life.

If we fight in a melee, neither you nor I can control it, and I am afraid it will cause extremely terrible bloodshed. "

Xu Zhengping sneered, "Shoot as much as you want, why bother talking nonsense! Considering so many consequences, people can't even walk!"

As he said that, he pulled out the seedling knife.

The people behind them also unsheathed their weapons one after another, ready to fight to the death.

The expressions of the Shaolin monks changed drastically, and they immediately formed an array to defend against attack.

Fang Zheng said solemnly: "Today's grievances, it's better for you and me to resolve them alone, if you lose to the old monk, then follow the old monk back north to Shaolin.

The old monk can ensure that your life is safe. You only need to chant sutras in front of the Buddha to eliminate the hostility. After 20 years, you can let the benefactor leave. How about it? "

The Shaolin monks quickly exclaimed: "Abbot, no! Isn't this too cheap for this person?"

Only Fang Sheng knew Fang Zheng's intentions, and quickly said: "Are you all willing to fight in a melee and blood flow like a river? This is definitely not the way a monk handles things!"

The monks immediately fell silent. They didn't really have the guts to fight such a powerful enemy. After all, they were all a group of monks, unlike the desperadoes of the Nanshan Gang who were used to fighting to the death.

Everyone in the Nanshan Gang looked at Xu Zhengping one after another, Zhang Wenqing and others hesitated to speak.

Xu Zhengping raised his hand and chuckled. In fact, he hadn't made a move all this time. What he was waiting for was Fang Zheng's words.

Based on his understanding of Fangzheng's personality, he would definitely not want to see a large-scale bloodshed, and singled out is the only acceptable situation.

In the original book, he dealt with Ren Woxing in this way. As a result, although Ren Woxing's strength was stabilized, he lost a bit in terms of wisdom and was instead tricked by Ren Woxing.

"If Xu wins, what about Fang Zheng?"

Fang Zheng sighed, "When is it time to repay the injustice, my Buddha is merciful, I shouldn't be obsessed with obsession.

If the benefactor can win, maybe it is the intention of my Buddha, the past grievances and grievances will be wiped out, and my Shaolin and your gang will never meet again. "

Everyone in Shaolin has absolute confidence in Fang Zheng, but the only worry is that Xu Zhengping will play tricks.

Pu En from Southern Shaolin said: "Wait a minute, before you start, you must explain clearly, and you must not use despicable means! I heard that you are the Jiang Biehe who won the victory with a hidden weapon! If you lose the abbot later, you will be sent Conspiracy and tricks, winning doesn't count!"

Xu Zhengping sneered, took out all the hidden weapons hidden on his body, and threw them on the ground.

It happened that the weather was hot, so he even took off his shirt by the way, revealing a very strong and strong figure, like the statues of the Four Heavenly Kings, showing extremely brilliant external skills.

"So, everyone should rest assured."

With his upper body naked, it is indeed impossible to hide a hidden weapon.

The men and horses on both sides retreated separately, opening up an extremely wide space in the open space of the field.

Seeing that Fang Zheng was always empty-handed, Xu Zhengping said, "Master Fang Zheng, I won't take advantage of you. If you don't use weapons, I don't either!"

As he spoke, he threw the seedling knife back and used his bare hands to fight against the enemy.

All the monks in Shaolin laughed secretly, and someone whispered: "Jueming is asking for trouble. Although his martial arts have advanced greatly, how can he compete with Fang Zheng, who was born early? He even gave up the skill of weapons now. Strength, intending to fight the enemy empty-handed."

This sentence resonated with many people. The Southern Shaolin monks looked at all this with a sneer, and made preparations in secret. Once Xu Zhengping was defeated, they immediately assisted Fang Zheng to capture him and prevent the Nanshan Gang from rescue.

In this way, the Nanshan Gang has no leader, and it will be easy to regain their land by then.

(End of this chapter)