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After hesitating for a while, King Yuanlun originally did not plan to meet the people of the other sects, after all, he was going to preside over the ceremony the day after tomorrow, so it was better to show up less at this time and maintain some mystery.

The little monk Mingyuan, who was closing his eyes tightly, suddenly interjected: "Senior Brother Yuanlun, leave these trivial and trivial things to me, the deity really wants to see the style of the overlord-level sect of the Great Qian Empire." ”

The Round Wheel Dharma King has no objection, the little monk of Mingyuan is the biggest hidden foundation of Shaolin Temple, and with the promotion of strength, he is more and more able to perceive the supreme Buddha power in Mingyuan's body.

The little monk of Mingyuan saw this fairy in the wing room of the leading courtyard, looking at the bright face, he was also slightly stunned, he didn't expect that there was such a naturally beautiful woman in the rivers and lakes, and she was still a martial arts master.

"Well, little monk, what are you looking at, be careful of white sores on your eyes!"

The fairy of Mingyuan saw that the eyes of the little monk Mingyuan were about to fly out, and he was a little funny, shouldn't the monks be pure with six roots, besides, this is the VIP room of the Receiving Courtyard, how could such a young little monk break in.

This little monk looks like a thief, at first glance is not a safe master, this trip she plans to contact the senior management of Shaolin Temple first, want to see the other party's attitude, but did not expect to come in halfway is a little monk.

"Little sister, you're joking, where is the poor monk looking at it, it's just that my sister is naturally beautiful, I can't help but look a little more, after all, the monks are also human!"

After saying this, the fairy Mingyuan was overjoyed, clutching her chest and giggling, it was the first time she had seen such an interesting little monk.

"It's really slippery! Little monk, tell my sister how master you are in Shaolin Temple?"

Mingyuan's heart moved, his eyes almost narrowed together, and he held his head high and said: "More, of course more, our Shaolin Temple will win the Three Kingdoms of the Central Plains in the future, and we will definitely surpass the Mahayana Temple and become the new leader of Buddhism!"

What he said was high-sounding, and the elders brought over by the fairy of the famous garden in the entire wing room were all sluggish, and then they were deeply disdainful.

Especially the old woman on the left hand side of the fairy of the famous garden, the corners of her mouth were tilted: "The little monk really dares to boast of Haikou and won the Three Kingdoms of the Central Plains?

The atmosphere in the room instantly became a little awkward, and the fairy of Mingyuan shook her head lightly and smiled helplessly:

"Granny Wang, don't worry about children's words. Little monk, where are the high-level leaders of your Shaolin Temple, isn't it possible that even the envoys of the Hundred Flowers Palace such as me don't want to see it?"

Between the openings, a cold momentum passed through the wings, almost breaking through the roof, and the cultivation realm in the seven grades was unobstructed!

The little monk Mingyuan clasped his hands together, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, as if he was indifferent to the anger of the fairy of Mingyuan.

"Why did the fairy say this? We Shaolin etiquette is thorough, you want to see our Shaolin steward, so I came! Could it be that the monks of our round generation can't entertain the fairy?"

Suddenly, the room fell into silence, Mingyuan Fairy phoenix eyes widened, she was able to come back to her senses, this little monk actually claimed to be a senior monk of Shaolin Temple.

On the way, they inquired that the highest junior in Shaolin Temple was the presiding abbot, the law name Round Wheel, and there were only two or three people of the same generation.

The two old women on the left and right sides of the fairy of Mingyuan shot at the same time and grabbed the little monk Mingyuan who was gushing endlessly.

Of course, they will not easily believe the little monk's boasting, and only by testing out this son's martial arts can they verify how many taels can become the high-level of Shaolin Temple.

The sharp claws cut through the air, and the eyes of the two old women were cold, if this little monk was a general, then don't blame them for teaching a lesson, after all, the envoy of the Hundred Flowers Palace also dared to play, it was really bold.

It's just that when the hands of the two of them hadn't touched the sleeves of the little monk Mingyuan, a terrifying momentum instantly surged from outside the wing, and the majestic spirit that overwhelmed the world made the two patriarchs of the Hundred Flowers Palace kneel on their knees.

Poof!

The two old women's knees collided with the black bricks on the ground, making a creaking and cracking sound, and the two old women raised their heads in horror and looked out of the wing, not even perceiving the sharp pain in their knees.

"Impossible!

Mingyuan Fairy's mouth was open, her heart was terrified, and a pair of delicate hands tightly grasped the armrest of the chair, and stood up directly.

These two elders are the older generation of the Hundred Flowers Palace, and the elder powerhouses of the same era as the palace master Yuwen Qiongyan, both of them are the cultivation of the peak of the eighth grade, and they can almost be called the role of the Taishang elders in the first-class sect.

But it was just a momentum outside the wing room, which almost didn't make the two elders fall to the ground, such a figure was definitely a super-first-class peak or even a quasi-grandmaster-level powerhouse.

Shaolin Temple actually hides such a top master, no wonder even the alliance of dozens of sects has suffered a big loss, and it seems that the heads of the three major sects in Qingtan County have also fled.

"Which senior of Shaolin Temple made the move? Please be merciful?"

Seeing the red and frightened faces of the two elders, the fairy of Mingyuan hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it.

This momentum came and went quickly, and when the two old women raised their gray heads in sweat, they saw an old monk of seventy or eighty years old walking in with a broom.

The little monk Mingyuan was still happy, and he didn't seem to take the actions of the two old ladies of the Baihua Palace to heart just now, and said hello to the old monk who had just come in outside the door.

"Why does Master Zhimin have time to come to the West Wing, where the Scripture Pavilion has been sorted out?"

The old monk's face was full of wrinkles, and a pair of seemingly cloudy eyes seemed to see through the vicissitudes of the world, full of wisdom.

Is this the Shaolin powerhouse who unleashed such a terrifying momentum just now?

The fairy of Mingyuan was shocked, although this old monk had a withered appearance, the breath in his body was faintly visible, and he could sense the terrifying internal force of the brilliant like a giant sun.

This old monk is about to take that step!

Mingyuan Fairy took a sharp breath, she realized that she really underestimated Shaolin, the sect that was about to be established, and was able to force back the helmsman of the three major sects in Qingtan County, and the truth in it was by no means so simple.

This old monk's strength is not inferior to the Great Elder Taishang, he is definitely a terrifying powerhouse at the half-step grandmaster level, and even more terrifying than the Great Elder Taishang.

The fairy of Mingyuan lowered her head, in front of such a strong person, an offense could lead to death.

"Senior Brother Mingyuan, "King Kong Fu Demon Stick" has been practiced by me to the fullest, I don't know when to teach Lao Qu the supreme meaning of "King Kong Fu Tiger Fist"?"

The little monk Mingyuan's eyes bulged, and after looking at it repeatedly, he was also secretly speechless, this old monk is really amazing, a local-level top-grade secret recipe actually cultivated to the realm of Dacheng within two months, and he really deserved to be the core disciple of Wanfa Temple back then.

After digging in his arms for a while, the little monk Mingyuan took out a piece of golden silk, on which the golden words could be vaguely seen.

"This is the mental method of the connection between "King Kong Fu Tiger Fist" and "King Kong Fu Demon Stick", since Master Zhimin's stick method is complete, then it must not take much time to replace the stick with the palm, and the deity is looking forward to the battle when the master steps into the realm of the grandmaster king!"

The old monk's eyes bloomed with a brilliant essence, and he took the silk reverently, for him this is not inferior to the inheritance of Enshi, although it is not clear how Mingyuan obtained the "King Kong Fu Tiger Fist", but this does not hinder his gratitude.

"If the little senior brother wants to fight, why not go and fight with the presiding abbot, maybe there will be gains. ”

After accepting the silk silk, the old monk Zhimin exhaled, picked up the broom and fought with the little monk Mingyuan.

With a shake of his body, the little monk Mingyuan laughed twice and did not mention this topic again.

Although he is talented, the three souls and seven spirits have not yet been completed, and the "Eight Desolations and Phases of Heavenly Gong" have only only reached the realm of the third level of Dacheng, where can he do it past the current Round Wheel Dharma King.

The two elders of the Baihua Palace who knelt on the ground next to them set off a monstrous wave in their hearts, this seemingly unruly little monk turned out to be really a senior monk of Shaolin Temple.

The terrifying sweeping monks all respect him so much, and he may really be a young man who is quite hidden.

The gaze of the little monk Mingyuan swept to the expressions of the two elders of the Hundred Flowers Palace on the ground, and the disdain in his eyes flashed, daring to make a move on him, if it was in the ancient country of China, he would have been killed by the surrounding Shaolin monks.

The old monk Zhimin acted in a measured manner, just pressing them to kneel on the ground with momentum, and their knees were a little bruised, which did not make the two old women hurt their muscles and bones.

Sending Monk Zhimin away, when Mingyuan turned around again, the two old women had already gotten up and stood behind the fairy Mingyuan with black faces, and no longer spoke.

"Shaolin is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Master Mingyuan, I don't know who this holy monk is?"

After experiencing the scene just now, the attitude of the fairy of Mingyuan inadvertently changed, in the Great Qian Empire and even in the territory of Ganzhou, strength is the standard for measuring everything.

With a slight wave of his hand, the little monk Mingyuan sat on the wooden chair: "An old monk who is bored in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Sister Fairy, let's talk about the purpose of your trip." ”

The straightforward words directly revealed the identity of the old monk Zhimin, and the fairy of Mingyuan was not himself, knowing that the little monk Mingyuan didn't want to talk more about this, so he didn't ask anymore.

"Since the little master can represent Shaolin, then I will say it bluntly, on the orders of the master, we in the Baihua Palace want to know whether the Shaolin Temple is an official force or a inheritance sect!"

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