The Emperor of the Three Kingdoms Dominates Ten Thousand Realms System

"If the Han Kingdom is still willing to give us a chance to surrender, let's surrender. It is fundamental to preserve the sect."

Also as he said.

Today the world is so big that there is nowhere for them to go.

Go to Liao?

The Liao Kingdom looked down on them at all. Even after defecting, Rihui was still a slave and was bullied by the powerful and influential people of the Liao Kingdom.

And how many options were there?

Tibet?Dali?Western Xia?

Now it has become history, but they have nothing to do.

Under the whole world, there is no place for them at all.

Besides surrender, there is death.

Just when all the martial arts sects in the Daxiong Palace tensed their expressions.

Boom, boom, boom.

With the sound of the roar of gold and iron horses, the whole earth trembled, even the Daxiong Palace they were in was trembling faintly at this moment, as if it was about to collapse.

"what happened?"

The abbot's expression changed.

"Could it be that the Han army came here?"

All martial artists of the sect in the hall were shocked and terrified.

At this time.

"Abbot."

"The big thing is not good. The Han army has come. I don't know how many soldiers and horses there are. They have completely surrounded our sect." A Shaolin disciple ran into the hall in fear.

"They're here." The abbot's expression was tight, helpless.

And here.

In the depths of the temple, in the Sutra Pavilion.

A sweeping monk who was sweeping the floor frowned slightly, and his old face was full of irresistible helplessness: "It's finally here. I have established a sect in Shaolin for so many years, is it inevitable after all?"

"In front of the iron cavalry of the Han Dynasty, my great master can't compete at all."

"Hey, I can only see if the emperor of Han destroys my heart of Shaolin. If so, I will try my best to stop it."

Think about this.

The sweeping monk was also a little relieved, but he didn't leave immediately.

Instead, he looked towards another part of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Since the three of you are already here, why hide? Just show up." The sweeping monk said softly.

But undoubtedly, no one responded to him.

"This is you forcing the poor monk to take action."

The floor-sweeping monk sighed, waved his hand, and slapped away at the two windows of the scripture storage pavilion.

boom.

The two palms exploded, and the wall was directly shattered.

"It's so powerful."

"Not weaker than me at all."

In those two places, there were two exclamations.

Take a look.

One is Murong Bo and his son, the other is an old man who looks exactly like Qiao Feng.

"Qiao Feng?"

When Murong Fu saw this old man, he couldn't help saying in surprise.

"The two benefactors have also practiced in my Sutra Pavilion for more than ten years, and they have also learned a lot of my Shaolin martial arts. Now that I am in danger in Shaolin, you are enough." The sweeping monk looked at the three of them and brought a A kind of warning.

"For more than ten years, you have been aware of our existence?" The old man with Qiao Feng's face asked in surprise.

The same goes for Murong Bo, with a surprised expression.

It can be seen that they have not known the existence of the sweeping monk over the years, and the latter must have done it deliberately. It is easy for a great master to hide himself.

"Senior, my father and son came here today for nothing but to obtain the Yi Jin Jing. As long as the master is willing to hand it over, we can help Shaolin avoid disaster." Murong Bo rolled his eyes and said.

"Just because you want to help me in Shaolin?" The sweeping monk looked at the confident Murong Bo, but smiled.

"As long as I get the Yi Jin Jing, I can break into the Great Master. With the strength of the country, it is easy to protect a mere Shaolin." Murong Bo said confidently.

but.

As soon as his voice fell.

The sweeping monk shook his head, suddenly, a violent aura spread from his body, directly pressing towards Murong Bo.

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Chapter 499

As soon as the momentum came out, Murong Bo's expression changed drastically.

"Great master, even the poor monk, but it still can't change the situation." The sweeping monk said coldly to Murong Bo.

"It's abrupt." Murong Bo's eyes narrowed, and he was about to pull Murong Fu away.

but.

"Did the poor monk let you go?" The sweeping monk spoke out.

"What do you mean, master?" Murong Bo was disturbed in his heart.