The Emperor of the Three Kingdoms Dominates Ten Thousand Realms System

"The Sutra Pavilion is my important place in Shaolin. You have secretly learned a lot of martial arts in it. Do you want to go away for such a crime?" The sweeping monk's eyes were full of evil.

In the original world process, both Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan stayed in Shaolin in the end and became monks. This should be because the sweeping monk wanted to strengthen the power of Shaolin. After all, the strength of the two of them is not weak, enough to be a master. Peak strength.

"What do you want, Master?" Murong Bo asked suppressing the panic in his heart, at the same time, the true energy in his dantian surged and came out at any time.

If the great master and strong man wanted to kill him, he could not resist, and had no choice but to fight with death.

"If the poor monk expected it to be correct, you must be Murong Fu who established the Yan Kingdom before." The sweeping monk looked away.

"That's right." Murong Fu nodded proudly.

"If I can capture you and dedicate it to the Emperor of Han, maybe there is still a chance for my Shaolin." The sweeping monk changed his tone, and struck Murong Bo and his son twice with one palm.

"not good."

Murong Bo's eyes widened, he subconsciously channeled his true energy, and resisted forcefully.

bang.

The palm wind was reckless, and Murong Bo and his son were directly blown away by the sweeping monk's palm.

He fell hard to the ground.

The so-called grand master, in front of the great master who is one word away, his strength is worlds apart.

"Ahem... Grandmaster is a great master, so is he going to bow his knees to Han?" Murong Bo endured the severe pain of internal injuries, and looked at the sweeping monk questioningly.

"As long as I can preserve my Shaolin foundation, so what if I bow my knees?" The sweeping monk was very calm.

"I don't know how the master will deal with me?"

At this time, Xiao Yuanshan spoke up, but he didn't run away, because he knew that in front of the great master, he couldn't escape at all.

"You have a son named Qiao Feng?" The sweeping monk turned his gaze and landed on Xiao Yuanshan.

"How did master know?" Xiao Yuanshan asked in surprise.

"In the past, I met Qiao Feng, who looked exactly like you, but now, he works for the Emperor of Han." The sweeping monk said with deep meaning.

"Hey." Hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan just sighed and didn't say much.

As a Khitan, he has not returned to the country for more than ten years, and now his son has not worked for Khitan, which is also a helpless move.

"The poor monk won't do anything to you for the time being, let's go with the poor monk to see the Emperor of Han." The sweeping monk said, raised both hands, lifted Murong Bo and his son, and flew towards the front hall of Shaolin.

now.

The army of the big man has surrounded Shaolin, countless troops are coming, the whole sect has been surrounded by large armies, even the grand master, even the grand master, it is impossible to escape under such a siege.

In Shaolin, many sects have gathered in front of the mountain gate.

Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, Huang Zhong and other generals had already arrived at the gate of Shaolin Mountain, staring at the inside of the gate.

"The Emperor is here."

Soon.

Surrounded by many forbidden troops, Luanjia who belonged to Liu Xie also came here.

"Welcome to the emperor."

The generals said in unison.

"Welcome to the emperor."

The generals and soldiers in the surrounding area also shouted loudly, the voice was so loud that the sky was filled with shouts, resounding between the heaven and the earth, which made the sect disciples in this temple terrified.

"Flat body."

From the car, Liu Xie's voice sounded.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." All the soldiers said in unison.

And in the temple.

The abbot, as well as the heads of many martial arts sects in the Central Plains, were also extremely worried.

"Congratulations to the Great Han Emperor."

But at this moment, they no longer have any intention of resisting the big man, and only hope that the big man can forgive them and preserve their sect.

Inside Luangjia.

Liu Xie walked out slowly, and under the guard of the generals, he set foot in front of the strongest sect in the Central Plains.

And the figure also appeared in front of the eyes of all the martial arts sect disciples.

"This... is this the Great Han Emperor?"

"So young?"

"I heard that the great masters of Zhen Guo in my Great Song Dynasty were severely injured by him with one move, and thus died. Is his strength also at the level of a great master?"

Seeing Liu Xie's appearance, almost all the sect disciples were shocked.

"Shaolin, the martial arts sect of the Central Plains."

Liu Xie glanced at these warriors standing in front of the mountain gate, but didn't pay much attention.

In his eyes, with just one sentence, all warriors in this mountain gate will be reduced to corpses, and those who are not subjects will be killed.

"You should know why I'm here." Liu Xie glanced over and shouted in an authoritative voice.

"Your Majesty, since I established myself in the world, Shaolin has never intervened in worldly affairs, nor have I intervened between countries. I also ask the emperor to let me go and preserve my Shaolin foundation." The abbot of Shaolin bowed to Liu Xie , with a plea.

"My big man never allows any detached power to exist, any power must be in my hands, do you understand?" Liu Xie walked slowly in front of the abbot, and said coldly.

"Your Majesty, my entire sect is willing to serve the great man."

"Please forgive my sect, Your Majesty."

"My sect is the same, willing to serve the great man, please forgive me..."

Before the abbot of Shaolin could reply, the heads of the sects spoke directly, looking at Liu Xie in fear, begging for forgiveness.

"Lonely."

Liu Xie glanced at these so-called masters and shouted in a low voice.