?Many thanks to the "Bookworm No. 110" brothers for the great reward, thank you Xia Tian.

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Just when the middle-aged monk was knocked out by Huang Shaohong with his 'magic power' and fell to the ground, vomiting blood and being injured, the door of the Shaolin Temple, with two big holes in it, suddenly opened.

Two rows of warrior monks wearing gray robes and holding long sticks rushed out from the door, fifty-four on the left and fifty-four on the right, a total of one hundred and eight people, totaling one hundred and eight Arhats.

When these monks saw the miserable state of the middle-aged monk on the ground, they couldn't help but exclaimed, "Uncle Wu Color!"

Two monks immediately rushed out, carried 'Colorless' back to their own camp, and began to check his injuries.

These monks who rushed out were all filled with indignation and glared at Huang Shaohong's injury to Wu Se, but none of them rushed out to take action. They just lined up on both sides and were on guard.

Huang Shaohong looked at the monk who was injured by him in surprise. It turned out that this guy was the one who later met the Condor Heroes, and together with Zhang Sanfeng and Guo Xiang, he created the "Shaolin Nine Suns Technique" after listening to Jue Yuan's dictation of "Nine Yang Magic".

"The head of the Shaolin Luohan Hall, Master Wuse!"

Eighteen more monks walked out of the temple gate, wearing gray robes and light yellow cassocks. They were all older than the disciples who rushed out before. At first glance, they were Shaolin monks of the senior generation.

After a while, seven elderly monks wearing cassocks came out. The younger ones were in their fifties or sixties. The older ones looked wrinkled and senile. They were probably eighty or ninety years old. These seven people were

The Seven Elders of Xin Chan Hall.

Finally, Zen Master Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin, wearing a bright red cassock, walked out slowly. Next to the abbot was Zen Master Wuxiang, the first of the Bodhidharma Hall.

As soon as Tianming left the temple, all the monks saluted at the same time: "I've seen Master Abbot!"

This sentence also confirmed Huang Shaohong's suspicion that this old monk was indeed the abbot of Shaolin, Zen Master Tianming.

Tianming glanced at Wu Se, and a monk immediately reported: "Master Wu Se's ribs are broken and his internal organs are displaced. I'm afraid he will need to rest for several months to recover!"

Tianming nodded, then put his hands together and saluted Huang Shaohong: "Shaolin Tianming, I have met this Taoist priest!"

Huang Shaohong raised his eyebrows: "I have announced my name, but you don't know who I am?"

Tianming lowered his eyelids and said slowly: "Our temple has notified Jianghu decades ago to close the mountain and close the temple for a hundred years. Now that the hundred years have not come, Shaolin does not care about secular affairs. If nothing happens to the donor,

Please go down the mountain!"

Songshan and Dashengguan are both in Henan. Although the former is within the jurisdiction of Mongolia, the distance is so close. Shaolin lay disciples are all over the world. There are also many people attending the hero's banquet. Shaolin does not know who the new martial arts leader is. It is obviously

Impossible.

Abbot Tianming was just looking out for him and would not take on Huang Shaohong!

Huang Shaohong looked up to the sky and laughed: "I broke down your mountain gate and injured your head of the Luohan Hall, but you let me down so easily. This kind of behavior is not like the style of the largest sect in Shaolin martial arts... I think

There is something wrong with you!"

When Huang Shaohong said this, his smile faded and his face became as dark as water:

"As the 'Martial Arts Leader', I am very busy with affairs, and I will not talk in circles with you. I am here today, and I don't intend to embarrass you. As long as Shaolin devotes all his martial arts, I, the leader, will turn around and leave!"

As soon as he said these words, all the monks present were in an uproar and started asking for all the secret books of Shaolin. If you don't call this embarrassing, then what is embarrassing? Is asking for chastity called embarrassing?

Next to Tianming, Zen Master Wuxiang, the head of Bodhidharma Hall, couldn't help but said: "Our Shaolin has been closed for decades. Even if you are the leader of the martial arts league, you can't control our Shaolin!"

"I guess you already knew my identity, and you were just pretending to be confused!"

Huang Shaohong raised the corner of his mouth and showed a mocking smile:

"As long as all of you, Shaolin disciples, give up your martial arts and hand over all the secrets of martial arts, how about the leader of this alliance approves your withdrawal from the martial arts world? Otherwise, as long as you practice martial arts, you will be subject to the control of the leader of this alliance!"

Tianming raised his eyes and looked at Huang Shaohong, and said slowly: "Taoist Master, please don't bully others too much!"

Huang Shaohong laughed angrily: "Did I bully others too much? Well, I want to ask you, are you, the monks of Shaolin Temple, Han Chinese or Tatars?"

He originally wanted to use national justice to suppress the other party, but who knew that Tianming would not be fooled and replied expressionlessly: "The Tao has a certain appearance. When you enter my Buddhism door, all four elements will be empty. There is no distinction between Han people and Tatars. They are all monks."

!”

Huang Shaohong angrily rebuked: "Monks... monks, first of all you are still human beings. Since you are human beings, there are differences in race and blood!"

"Now that Mongolian troops are pressing down on the country, the Song Dynasty is in danger. Now the martial arts communities in the Central Plains have united with Pindao as their leader to resist the Mongols and defend Xiangyang. Shouldn't you, Shaolin, contribute?"

Tianming looked calm and unmoved at all: "What the Taoist Master said is different. Monks don't care about worldly affairs, dynasties rise and fall, and hegemons compete for power. It's really not my place, a monk, to interfere!"

Huang Shaohong sneered and said: "What a monk who doesn't care about the worldly affairs. When Shaolin is in peace, you enjoy the incense of our Han people, eat the food of hundreds of our Han people, and all your food and drink expenses are supported by the Han people..."

"Now that the world is in chaos, the people are suffering, and the Mongols slaughtered your parents for food, clothing, and clothing. How shameless are you, the Shaolin monks, who closed the mountains and closed the temples despite your abilities?"

He made some impassioned accusations, and many of the Shaolin monks looked ashamed, and many even lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

But Abbot Tianming's expression remained unchanged, and he still said in a calm tone:

"Having said that, our Songshan Shaolin Temple is under the jurisdiction of the Mongolian court at this time. If we protect the Song Dynasty and resist the Mongols, the temple will be destroyed and people will die. Please forgive us. Our Shaolin Temple has been established for hundreds of years and is the ancestral home of the Zen sect in the Central Plains.

We cannot let it be destroyed in the hands of a poor monk!"

"Fart!" Huang Shaohong yelled:

"For hundreds of years in Shaolin, you have been rewarded by the emperors of our Han family, enjoying thousands of hectares of fertile land, and the blessings of the people. Not only do you live with the country, but you at least help each other in times of trouble. But what about you? Instead, you are in trouble when the country is in trouble.

At that time, we stood by and watched, closed the mountains and closed the temples, but what’s the point of this?”

Every time he said something, the shame on the faces of the Shaolin monks grew more intense, but Abbot Tianming remained unmoved at all.

The more Huang Shaohong spoke, the angrier he became, with murderous intent on his face: "If the skin is gone, how can the hair be attached? If the country is gone, what's the use of a temple!"

"Okay, I, the Taoist Priest, can understand your difficulties. No one from Shaolin can do this to fight against the Mongols, but you have to hand over all the martial arts secrets. This alliance will mainly use it to reward those who have made contributions in the fight against the Mongols!"

Tianming proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and then said calmly: "Taoist Master, don't force others to make things difficult for you!"

"What a Shaolin, what a Tianming, what a strong force. It turns out that defending your home and country is too difficult for you. So there is no need for Mongolians. I will let you Shaolin be removed from the martial arts world from now on!"

Huang Shaohong didn't bother to say anything anymore. He felt that the monk in front of him was so selfish that his heart was darkened.

Immediately he turned his wrist, and a steel pellet was clasped in his hand. He flicked his finger and heard a "bang" sound. The next moment, the steel pellet was in front of Monk Tianming.

Tian Ming was very aware and did not dare to neglect. As soon as the sleeves of his robe were covered, he used Shaolin's Seventy-two Skills, "Breaking Neck Skills", to attach the true energy to the sleeves of his robe, and then rolled up the steel ball.

Originally, he thought that even though the steel shot was strong and powerful, he would be able to resolve it by attaching his true energy to the sleeves of his robe and overcoming the hardness with softness.

But Tianming didn't expect that Huang Shaohong's "Flicking Magical Power" would be unleashed with all his strength. This attack had surpassed the top five in the world, so how could he follow it so easily?

As soon as the sleeve of his robe came into contact with the steel ball, he heard the sound of "chichi". However, it was the powerful energy carried by the steel ball that crushed the sleeve of his robe, causing it to shatter into pieces and turn into four fluttering butterflies.

Spread out.

The steel pellet was only slower than before, but it still continued to hit him at an extremely fast speed.

"not good!"

Tianming was so shocked that he no longer dared to underestimate the martial arts leader in front of him. He stepped back and at the same time reached out and pulled off the red cassock on his body, infused the Yi Jin Jing Zhen Qi into it, and performed another seventy-two unique art, 'Cassock Demon Subduing Technique'.

He used his cassock as a weapon and threw it at the steel pellets that continued to attack.

At this moment, the cassock was filled with true energy, like gold and iron, hitting the steel pellets, and actually made the sound of hard objects hitting each other.

‘Stab it’!

The cassock was torn open in the middle by the steel pellet, and the strength of the steel pellet was finally exhausted. The cassock was rolled up and put away.

Tianming was no longer as calm and calm as before, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Someone made a move, and he used two of the seventy-two Shaolin skills to resolve it. How terrifying this was.

He stepped back and shouted at the same time: "Brohan's Formation!"

After the abbot gave the order, the 108 monks of Luohan Hall immediately waved their long sticks and took action.

The 'Shaolin Arhat Formation' is a barrier in the Shaolin Temple against powerful enemies. For hundreds of years, there has never been a legend that someone broke out of the 'Arhat Formation'. Once the formation is activated, the changes are incomparable and invincible.

I saw that the one hundred and eight monks were divided into twelve groups, with nine people in each group, standing in rows vertically and horizontally. They were neat and orderly, and they felt very calm. This formation contained an extremely powerful force, and the world

Any expert, before standing in this formation, will have to lose mentally for a while...

Moreover, once the formation is launched, the group attack will be continuous and never-ending. Even if you are not killed by this wheel group attack, you will still be exhausted after a long time.

All the monks recited the Buddha's name at the same time, and the whole place was filled with strong winds. The monks' clothes were flying in random directions. Under the influence of the formation, the momentum of one hundred and eight monks came uniformly towards Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong practiced Chinese martial arts, and the most important force was the fist force. Not only did he experience Huang Feihong's invincible fist force, but he also mastered Ba Liming, Emperor Xing's fluttering fist force that everyone in the world rebelled against. Therefore, such an invisible force attack in front of him,

It was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any impact on him.

Originally, he wanted to add a 'Finger Flick Magical Power' to kill Tianming, but when he heard that the other party said that he was going to set up an 'Arhat Formation', he couldn't help but become curious and wanted to see what this formation would look like.

Seeing that the formation was formed, he flicked his finger, and a steel pellet shot out again, shooting at random towards the monks in the formation.

The large formation was launched, and the formation rotated. A group of nine monks and nine long sticks were set out at the same time, forming a net of sticks in front of the steel pellets.

When the steel pellet hit one of the long sticks, the long stick was about to be broken by the force of the steel pellet as soon as it bent. As a result, the nine long sticks were stacked one on top of the other, layer by layer, one by one.

He successfully blocked the steel shot that even the abbot of Shaolin had avoided.

Moreover, when the nine monks used their sticks to block the steel pills, the formation rotated, and the monks from other groups simultaneously waved their long sticks and strangled Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong's feet were in a variety of ways. He flashed and moved in the Arhat formation, and at the same time, he used his fists and kicks. Occasionally, he shot a "finger snap magical power". Each attack was extremely powerful.

As a result, as the Arhat's formation unfolded, the nine monks could not stop his attack, so eighteen monks stepped in. If the eighteen monks could not stop him, twenty-seven monks stepped in.

Even if Huang Shaohong activates his blood and true energy to enter a full-strength rampage state, it will be useless. The power of this Arhat formation is superimposed layer by layer, regardless of attack or defense.

Unless Huang Shaohong can launch an attack that knocks down one hundred and eight monks at the same time, his attacks will be shared among the group of monks and resolved one by one.

At this time, Huang Shaohong couldn't help but sigh: "The Shaolin Arhat Formation is indeed magical, but it's a pity that it can't be used to defend the home and country and fight against foreign enemies, so what use is it left!"
To be continued...