Tianfenbao

Chapter 217

Following this sound, everyone under the lights looked up and saw four people appearing silently on a high pole not far away.

The four people, three men and one woman, were either standing or squatting.

These four people are naturally Yang Xin, Li Xunhuan, A Fei and Lin Xian'er.

Yang Xin and Li Xunhuan were naturally standing; A Fei was squatting like a night owl, with the scarlet three-magatama Sharingan in his eyes spinning crazily, looking extremely strange in the night; Lin Xian'er was like this Like a lazy cheetah, sitting half on its side and half lying down.

"Yang Xin, owner of Nether Village, Li Xunhuan, little Li Feidao, A Fei, flying swordsman, and Lin Xian'er, who has traced thousands of miles of blood." There were bursts of exclamations from below.

It seems that the people who forced their way into the villa have done enough research. At least they have found out everyone's identities.

"Amitabha, may I ask if the benefactor is the plum blossom thief who stole my Shaolin "Dharma Yijin Jing"?" Master Xinmei raised his head and said to Yang Xin.

Yang Xin gave Lin Xian'er a weird look, while Lin Xian'er gave Shaolin Xinmei a lazy look, with a dull look on his face.Also, Lin Xian'er, who thought she could see the nature of the world clearly, became increasingly disdainful of Jiang Hu's clumsy methods.

"Plum Blossom Pirates, "Bodhidharma Yijin Jing", Master, did you listen to what Bai Xiaosheng and Shaolin Xinjian said?" Yang Xin asked with a smile.

Master Xinbrow is silent, and silence itself represents an attitude.

"But this "Yi Jin Jing"?" Yang Xin raised his hand, and a volume of scriptures flew to Master Xinmei like catkins.Master Xinmei quickly caught it, and saw that there were three big characters written on this volume of scriptures: Yi Jin Jing.

"This..." Master Xinmei was stunned. It was clear that what Shaolin had lost was the "Dharma Sutra of Yi Jin", but what appeared in his hand was the "Yi Jin Sutra".

Master Xinmei still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart. He looked through the scriptures, and his expression changed drastically. Master Xinmei hurriedly read through the "Yi Jin Jing" in his hand and asked again and again: "Dare I ask who the donor is?" Where did you get this scripture?”

"Is this the scripture that you lost in Shaolin?" Yang Xin asked back.

"This is definitely my Shaolin scripture, but it is not my Shaolin lost scripture." Master Xinmei said.

"I see that there are three words in this book called Yi Jin Jing. Could it be that this book is fake?" A person walked out of the crowd and said.

"Bai Xiaosheng." There was an exclamation from the crowd.

"What the donor said is wrong. The white horse is not a horse. This Yi Jin Sutra is definitely a Buddhist practice, but it is not my Shaolin's "Dharma Yi Jin Sutra". May I ask where did the donor get this sutra?" I thought. Master Mei asked again.

"Of course it is from Shaolin." Yang Xin said, but he added a sentence in his heart, "Shaolin who is proud of the Jianghu world."

"Sure enough, you stole Shaolin's scriptures." Bai Xiaosheng said quickly.

"No, I definitely don't have this book in Shaolin." After Xinmei said this, she handed the book to Xinshu beside her.

Xinshu turned over two pages, his face changed, but he didn't continue to turn the pages, but handed it to Master Xinmei, and said: "Although this book belongs to Buddhism, it is really not from my Shaolin, please take it back. "

Yang Xin smiled. Xinmei and Xinshu finally made Yang Xin feel better about the ancient dark world.

"Although the Great Monk was deceived by others, he has a heart of innocence. Although his martial arts are not good, his virtues are not bad. This "Yi Jin Jing" and other scriptures will be given to you." Yang Xin waved his hand, and more than ten copies The scriptures flew to Xinmei.

These scriptures are the martial arts books such as "The Powerful Vajra Hand", "Prajna Zen Palm", and "The Invisible Tribulation Finger" that Yang Xin collected from Shaolin in the world of "Swordsman".

"Amitabha." After Xinmei and Xinshu briefly browsed through these scriptures, their expressions changed and they quickly closed the scriptures together. They wanted to return them but were reluctant to give them back. Not returning them would go against their own Buddha's heart.

"Master, please stay. There are not many morally noble people like Master left."

"Amitabha, do you dare to ask if the donor is the plum blossom thief?" Master Xinmei asked again.

"I'm not, she is." Yang Xin pointed at Lin Xian'er, and then said: "Master, I feel anxious for your IQ. After you return to Shaolin, you should close the mountain. With your IQ, you can compete in the arena. I'm afraid I'll be played by people so that there's not even scum left, you can't just believe what others say."

"Friendly reminder: The "Dharma Yi Jin Sutra" was stolen by Bai Xiaosheng and your Shaolin Xinjian. You should investigate on your own to find out who is who."

"Master, don't listen to this monster's nonsense." Bai Xiaosheng's face changed, and he said quickly, perhaps realizing that his reaction was too intense, Bai Xiaosheng quickly turned his eyes away and said, "We all know that Plum Blossom Pirate is a man, but the monster in front of me In order to evade, he actually said that Lin Xian'er, a female prostitute, is the plum blossom thief, how ridiculous is this?"

"Villa Master Yang is not a Plum Blossom Pirate." Shangguan Jin Hong said suddenly.

Shangguan Jin Hong's words made people startled.

"It's unnecessary, meaningless, and boring. Master Yang has thousands of golden silk armors. Master Yang is a master of Buddhism when he makes a move. Everyone has seen what Master Yang did just now. He has such means, such wealth, and such magnanimity. How could that person be the Plum Blossom Thief?" Shangguan Jinhong's voice came unhurriedly.

Everyone thought the same thing, how could it be a plum blossom thief with money, treasures, magical skills, and immortal methods?

Bai Xiaosheng's face became fierce, and just as he was about to run away, he turned to Shaolin monks standing all around him. Bai Xiaosheng smiled wryly, and raised his hands high, signaling that he gave up resistance. Bai Xiaosheng is not afraid of Shaolin monks, they can bully him Fang, but he was afraid of Shangguan Jinhong, and Shangguan Jinhong's words settled the matter.

"Yo, there are still people who understand." Yang Xin laughed.

"I shouldn't have come." Shangguan Jin Hong sighed.

"But you're already here." Yang Xin responded with a strange expression.

"Is it too late to leave now?" Shangguan Jinhong asked in a deep voice.

"What would you do if someone broke into your money gang headquarters?" Yang Xin asked back.

"Take the bones and raise the ashes." Shangguan Jinhong said in a cold voice, and with a twist of his hands, the dragon and phoenix rings disappeared in his hands.

The disappearance of weapons does not mean giving up resistance, but it shows the determination to fight to the death.

"Actually, it's not impossible to let you go." Yang Xin said suddenly.

"What conditions?"

"Surrender, or fight!"

"war!"

"Shangguan Jinhong is indeed Shangguan Jinhong, how about this, you can fight Li Xunhuan, ten strokes, as long as you can last ten strokes, I will let you go." Yang Xin said with a smile.

In fact, Yang Xin gave the right of choice to Li Xunhuan. Whether Shangguan Jinhong lived or died was decided by his thoughts.If Li Xunhuan really wanted to kill Shangguan Jinhong, not to mention ten moves, a Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion or a Taoist Jade would be enough to kill him, not to mention Li's flying knife which never failed.

"You look down on me?" Shangguan Jinhong's expression changed and became extremely gloomy. No one had ever spoken to him in such a tone since his debut.

"Apart from character, what else do you have that I can look up to? In other words, there are people in this world whose strength can make me look up to?" Yang Xin suddenly took two steps forward, just standing in the air out of thin air.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Everyone was shocked.

(End of this chapter)