The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

Yue Zhuoqun stepped slowly onto the steps, but the gate of Shaolin Temple was tightly closed.

Yue Zhuoqun chanted his inner strength: "Fang Zheng, Yue asked Kong to come back to deliver a message three days ago, why haven't you opened the door to welcome me?"

His voice was very calm, but it spread far away under the blessing of the inner strength, and the Buddhist bells in the temple were vibrated and hummed.

But more than ten seconds passed, and no one opened the door.

"Now you want to close the door and refuse visitors, and be a turtle?"

Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly, raised his palm, and a cyclone of inner strength condensed.

Bang!

Crash!

The cyclone bombarded the golden plaque, and the plaque suddenly broke and fell on the steps in front of the door.

"Squeak!"

Clatter...

The gate of Shaolin Temple was finally opened from the inside, and a large group of disciples holding sticks at the height of their eyebrows rushed out.

At the front were eighteen strong Shaolin monks, their muscles bulging and golden light flickering faintly.

"Oh, you really don't want to be punished."

"Yue Buqun, Shaolin is a holy place of Buddhism, not a place you can trespass, why don't you retreat quickly!" The leading monk shouted angrily, his face muscles trembling.

In the past two hundred years, Yue Zhuoqun was the first person to provoke Shaolin, and he had never smashed the plaque at the temple gate in hundreds of years.

"Hahaha, you Shaolin are really unreasonable.

Three days ago, you led a group of people to lock me up in the temple and practice Buddhism for ten years.

Now I come in person, not only do you refuse me to enter the temple, but you also want to drive me away.

Your hypocritical faces of bullying the weak and fearing the strong are really disgusting."

The faces of the monks were red, and they had a burning fever, but they said:

"You killed dozens of martial arts fellows in the Songshan Sect Square, and your hands are stained with blood. You are no longer worthy of entering the compassionate land of Shaolin."

"What a sophistry, it's a pity that I, Yue Buqun, always like to speak with my fists. Today, I am determined to enter the Shaolin Temple!" Yue Zhuoqun put his right hand behind his back and stepped into the temple.

"Stop him!"

Bang!

The eighteen monks' sticks in their hands suddenly stopped on the ground, surrounding Yue Zhuoqun.

Shaolin Eighteen Arhats Formation!

However, Yue Zhuoqun smiled calmly, and his footsteps did not stop at all.

Buzz!

The air was stirred, and eighteen sticks smashed down on his head at the same time, forming a sky net.

Shaolin has been the leader of the martial arts world for so many years, and its foundation is indeed terrifying.

Any one of these eighteen people would be considered a master in the martial arts world, and the power of the Arhat formation is even more amazing.

The wind and waves stirred up by the sticks were full of oppression, which made people's cheeks hurt.

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes flashed, and his right hand suddenly raised, supporting a spiral energy ball on his head.

Bang!

The sticks hit the energy ball, making a dull sound, just like hitting a ball of cotton.

The eighteen monks' martial arts were all fierce, and they were very uncomfortable with the powerful attack being blocked by such force, and they had nowhere to vent their surging energy.

But before he could retract the stick, Yue Zhuoqun's palm spun, and the other end of the stick was grasped by an invisible hand and spun wildly.

Under the pull of the rotating force, the monks were spun into the air and collided with each other uncontrollably.

Bang, bang, bang!

The collision of their bodies made them dizzy and they could no longer hold the sticks tightly. Their bodies collided with each other and fell to the ground.

Buzz!

Yue Zhuoqun used the art of flower-transfer and jade-jointing, and controlled the stick with spiral force, and stabbed the eighteen monks.

After falling to the ground, the monks who had just turned over and were about to stand up were stabbed in the chest by their own sticks before they could even react.

Puff, puff...

Each stick was as thick as a rolling pin, but it directly penetrated their bodies and was carried by the force to fly more than ten meters away, which was extremely miserable.

"Amitabha, Master Yue, please show mercy and come into the temple for a chat."

A thunderous sound came from the temple, the Buddhist bells under the eaves of the Buddhist temple tinkled, and the trees outside the temple were shaken.

"Haha, Monk Fangzheng, you finally showed up."

Yue Zhuoqun paused on the ground with his toes and rushed directly into the temple.

There were more Shaolin disciples in the temple, all holding sticks as if facing a great enemy, but Yue Zhuoqun didn't even look at them, and looked directly at a group of monks in red robes in front of him.

These people wearing robes are the true foundation of Shaolin, and each of their martial arts is not inferior to the three.

Master Fangzheng was in the middle, with a solemn face and kind eyes.

He sighed, put his right hand on his chest, and waved the Buddhist beads with his left hand: "Master Yue, there are many misunderstandings between our two sects. Just make it clear, don't have any murderous thoughts!"

"Misunderstanding? When you Shaolin people were looking for trouble with me, you attributed me to the devil. Now I am looking for trouble with you, but you say it is a misunderstanding.It's so easy to think. "

"The devil's words, it's really my temple that listened to the gossip of the martial arts people in vain.

Some time ago, Master Yue led the disciples of your sect to eliminate the Japanese pirates, causing the demise of many small sects.

This incident caused dissatisfaction among some martial arts people, so please ask Shaolin to stop it.

I made a mistake and caused this conflict because I was compassionate and didn't ask for too much evidence. "

"Is it the martial arts people who asked you to come forward, or Zhu Wushi and Cao Zhengchun who asked you to come forward?" Yue Zhuoqun said with a mocking face: "Since you are a running dog of the two, why don't you admit it openly!"

Fang Zheng paused, his kind eyes turned into a Vajra glare: "Master Yue, I have already been respectful to the wise, why are you still aggressive? Our fight will only cause damage to both factions. Resolving hatred and living in peace is the right way. ”

“Once, Shaolin used a copy of the Sunflower Manual to cause a tragic sword-fighting situation in our Huashan Sect. Nearly a thousand disciples died, and the blood dyed the entire Jade Maiden Peak red. Can such hatred be resolved?”

Fang Zheng’s expression froze, and a trace of panic appeared in the eyes of several big monks beside him.

“The leak of the Sunflower Manual was not the original intention of our Shaolin.

The sword-fighting in your sect can only be blamed on Yue Su and Cai Zifeng for not being able to control their greed and secretly reading the contents of the secret book!

Master Yue blamed it on my Shaolin, and he can always find excuses to accuse someone of a crime!”

“What a false accusation. No matter what Shaolin did, no matter how much harm it caused, it can always find reasons for justice and innocence. I really admire your faces.”

“Does Master Yue really not want to resolve it peacefully? "

"If you want to resolve the situation peacefully, you can open the Sutra Library for me to read for a month, then hold a martial arts conference, admit your mistakes to the entire martial arts community, and publicly apologize to Huashan. After that, close the mountain gate for a hundred years and do not ask about anything in the martial arts world again."

"Wishful thinking!"

"You are so greedy and insatiable, Yue Buqun, what do you think my Shaolin is? Do you really think you can do whatever you want?"

The several big monks around Fangzheng were all angry.

Reading the martial arts in the Sutra Library, publicly apologizing, and closing the mountain for a hundred years, any one of them can poke their lungs!

"I knew you would not agree, but I didn't come here today to negotiate conditions.

Now I am going to the Sutra Library, whoever dares to stop me will die!"