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What's more, there are three corpse brain pills.

Will Ji Wushang be afraid of more martial arts people who don't follow his rules?Not only is he not worried, but he hopes that the more the better, his disciplinary troops will be able to harvest leeks in an open and aboveboard manner.

For ordinary people, Ji Wushang will be more sympathetic and benevolent than Emperor Laoer and Gong Gong.Ordinary people as long as they give birth with peace of mind, there is absolutely no need to worry about being harmed by warriors, but after they step into the martial arts, that is another matter.

In this way, not only can the leeks be harvested continuously, but also there is no need to worry about being struck by lightning in a short period of time and being driven out of this world, which is a waste of painstaking efforts.

Lian Xing sighed: "You have already figured it out."

As for whether the other party can do it, she has no doubts.

While the two of them were talking, there was a sudden commotion at the gate tower of Fuzhou City. People crowded under the gate tower were pushed away, and a group of monks walked out of the city.

The leader, an old monk with a compassionate face, performed a Buddhist salute to the crowd: "Amitabha, all benefactors, the poor monk is the abbot of the Putian Shaolin Branch, and I don't know why the Shaolin Temple's unique knowledge was stolen and deliberately distributed to the public. This is a disaster. For example, in order to prevent these martial arts from being used by scoundrels to harm the common people, I also hope that all the donors will not transcribe any more, and hope that the previously copied ones will be returned to my Shaolin Temple."

At this time, the people present found that not only were there dozens of monks blocking them, but they were surrounded by a large group of officers and soldiers at some point in time, and they looked at each other for a while. At least there is not much fear, but many people show a rebellious color.

However, more civilians did not have such courage. After hearing the monk's words and seeing the surrounding officers and soldiers staring at them, they were all panicked, and they gave the copied scriptures to the monks helplessly.

However, suddenly a monk who stepped forward to collect the scriptures was kicked away by a fat man with a face full of flesh. Although this man was as fat as a ball, his hand was light, and his martial arts were obviously not weak.

"Ge Laozi! Bald donkey, you said that these martial arts belong to your Shaolin Temple? You take out the martial arts of your Shaolin Temple, and let's compare them!"

"This brother is right. I really thought that all martial arts in the world came out of Shaolin, and whatever martial arts you see are yours. Why don't you take away the martial arts of other sects as well?" laughed.

A skinny boy with a face of resentment put a pamphlet into his arms and said, "This martial arts cannot be handed over to you, I have to learn to do martial arts and go to the Valley of the Wicked to find my father and mother who died tragically for me, and be raped and humiliated for me. My sister to take revenge, let me hand over this martial arts, are you going to take revenge for me?"

Not to mention the Putian Shaolin Temple Branch, even the Songshan Shaolin Temple is no longer the leader of the martial arts in the past, and has been in decline for many years.Although these unruly Jianghu people still have some fears, they cannot give up on this superior martial arts in front of them.

In the past, there were some people who, for the sake of a third-rate secret book, did nothing to kill people and steal money. In martial arts, martial arts represented almost everything.

The old monk had a sympathetic look on his face, and sighed leisurely: "Amitabha, since all the donors are so obsessed with understanding, the poor monk and others can only offend."

When the words fell, he took a step forward, but everyone was shocked.

The old monk looked thin and old, but he seemed like a giant. That seemingly powerless step made the ground shake slightly.

Such power is truly terrifying.

Behind him, a group of monks formed a small Arhat formation.

In an instant, swords were drawn.

In the distance, Ji Wushang silently looked at the set of Shaolin's unique skills engraved on the city wall, and turned his head to look at the innocent Lian Xing: "You are very skinny."

Lian Xing blinked, her eyes were like autumn water, bright and moving, she sighed: "I didn't know that these monks were in Fuzhou City, I'll go help them."

Saying that, Lian Xing walked towards the chaotic crowd, with a figure floating like a fairy, seemingly elegant and moving, but in fact, it was so fast that she walked into the crowd within a few breaths.

Ji Wushang sneered: "It's unnecessary."

Chapter 14, Twelve Astrological Signs

under the city gate.

Ordinary people, who were afraid of being affected by the situation, had already fled far away, but the officers and soldiers who were eyeing them did not let them go easily.

Seeing that these monks really wanted to do something, the group of heroes who were still aggressive and confronted with the monks were inexplicably guilty. After all, the dead camel was bigger than a horse.However, there are quite a few bloody men here.

"Ge Laozi! You are afraid of a bird, at worst, I will burn down the ruined temple of these bald donkeys in 18 years!"

The fat man with the shape of a ball scolded loudly. He was huge and fat, but his speed was extremely fast.

"This brother is so courageous! I admire it!"

"Let's go together, how many monks are there!"

"Go! I have endured these bald donkeys for a long time!"

Some people took the lead, and the rest of the people were all overwhelmed and moved with the crowd.

With blood surging in their brains, their faces flushed red, they all used their methods to greet those monks. Although these people's martial arts skills were high and low, they were quite powerful for a while.

Bang!

The fat man who started to meet him first rolled back faster than before, knocking over many people behind him.

Before all the warriors understood what happened, they saw the old monk, whose body was withering, as if he was about to die at any time, walking in the crowd indifferently.

The old monk didn't seem to be in a hurry, but everyone didn't see how the other party was moving, and everyone who was close to the old monk suddenly flew out.

As if he had encountered a demon, this old monk's martial arts are really brilliant.

No one would have imagined that this old monk, who seemed to be about to die, actually possessed such enormous power and speed.

Some people thought that the old monk was terrible, but he didn't care whether he was despicable or not. In an instant, hundreds of silver stars volleyed and shot at the old monk.

"Amitabha!" The old monk had a compassionate expression on his face. Facing the hundreds of hidden weapons, his face was like an ancient well, neither happy nor sad, calm and peaceful.

He waved his cassock, and instantly a red vortex appeared.

All the hidden weapons in the sky were swept into the vortex by him, and then he flipped his robe and all the hidden weapons flew out, followed by a scream.

On the other side, the monks who formed the Little Arhat Formation were equally fierce.

Figures overlap, dozens of stick shadows fly up and down, like a hedgehog-like fortress, but whoever relies on it will never be able to stop the power of the battle.

Although there are many people in these rivers and lakes, their martial arts are high and low, and they are not familiar with them. There are gaps between cooperation, like a rabble.