readx;? Monk Huiyuan's face turned dark, and when he saw a little monk, he dared to argue with himself, and he was quite displeased:

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The look of self-esteem and complete contempt for Wild Fox Zen made the muscles of the little monk Mingyuan's face twitch, and his heart was disappointed with what the upper echelons of the Shaolin Temple had done during this time.

Squinting his eyes, the little monk Mingyuan glanced at the middle-aged dart master and the two young men with pale faces, and his heart couldn't calm down.

This stark example happened in front of him, how to make him, the founder of Shaolin Temple, not ashamed, I don't know how many such things have happened in two months.

Just now, he checked the root bones of these three people with his internal force, and found that the black-faced young man was very talented, although it was unlikely to impact any grandmaster realm, but if he cultivated well, it was no problem to impact the seventh rank before the age of thirty.

Although the dart master is not young, he is quite suitable for cultivating Mangniu Jin, and he can climb to the realm of Wupin in three or five years, and it is more than enough to be a guard for the foreign aid of Shaolin Temple.

Sen Leng's gaze swept over the Huiyuan monk, and then locked on the body of the brocade-robed young man, looking at the other party's flying and domineering posture, obviously treating the Shaolin Temple as his back garden.

"Look at it, look at it again, dig out your eyeballs, do wild monks also want to sneak into the Shaolin Temple, phew!"

The brocade-robed young man spat at the feet of the little monk Mingyuan, and in an instant, a cold aura enveloped a radius of 100 meters, and everyone suddenly felt their hearts tighten and they couldn't breathe.

Especially the young man in the brocade robe, as if he had been choked by someone else, his face was purple, and he kept roaring in a low voice, pointing his fingers at the little monk Mingyuan indiscriminately.

Although Monk Huiyuan is unbearable, his strength is not low, and he can become a deacon of the Receiving Academy, and his own strength under the six grades also plays a lot of roles, and he can see the source of that pressure at a glance.

"Do you dare to go wild at the foot of the Shaolin Temple Mountain, don't you want to live?"

The heavy pressure made the monk Huiyuan sweat on his forehead, and when he saw the little monk Mingyuan coming step by step, he was flustered and didn't even shout at the same time, he drank directly, and took the sign of Shaolin Temple to intimidate Mingyuan.

"This is the important place of Shaolin Temple, you dare to be presumptuous here, but it will provoke law enforcement monks, don't make a mistake! No matter how strong a person is in my Shaolin Temple, he will lie on his stomach!"

Monk Huiyuan saw that the little monk Mingyuan did not have the slightest fear, and his heart was frightened, and he hurriedly retreated, touched the collision wood, and directly rang the Huilong bell at the gate of the courtyard without thinking about it.

The dull sound of the bell echoed between heaven and earth, and in an instant, whether it was on or below the mountain of Shaomuro Mountain, everyone was stunned and listened to the bell.

When the disciples of the outer and inner doors of Shaolin Temple heard the bell, they instinctively stood solemnly, and then roared angrily and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

Huilong bell is a big bell that can only be ringed when the enemy is coming, and the nine times represent that the enemy is coming with the intention of destroying Shaolin, and the whole temple must start preparing for war.

Nine dull bells rang in succession brought Huiyuan back to her senses, and her heart trembled, and she realized what she had done stupidly.

In a panic, he actually rang the Huilong Bell, and now the entire Shaolin Temple is going to be in chaos, and when the situation calms down, the upper authorities will definitely be investigated.

If you don't have a reason to do it, you may be scolded by hundreds of canes and expelled from Shaolin.

Glancing at Mingyuan resentfully, Monk Huiyuan suddenly had a plan in his heart, since he couldn't be good, he simply asked the law enforcement monk and the Vajra Protector to take down this person and concoct it well.

The little monk of Mingyuan will never exceed the age of double ten, in Huiyuan's opinion, even if he is extraordinarily talented, at most at this age is the realm of seven grades, as long as he relies on the warrior monk with a good relationship to destroy him, he can escape the sanctions.

The little monk of Mingyuan paused and looked at the top of Shaomu Mountain, hundreds of roars came from the mountain roads along the way, and the angry shouts were almost about to break through the sky.

Monk Huiyuan only thought that he was frightened, and pulled the brocade-robed young man back, and at the same time summoned the great monks of the Receiving Courtyard and the Incense Courtyard to come out and protect the safety of the two of them.

More than thirty monks rushed out of the courtyard with a bang, surrounding Mingyuan three times inside and three times outside, many of them were new faces, looking at Mingyuan's little monk's gaze as if he was looking at a fool.

Although they also understood that Monk Huiyuan was not a good person, the other party was a deacon of the Receiving Institute after all, and his status was much higher than that of monks who had not been in Shaolin for a long time.

Looking at the little monk Mingyuan who competed with the monk of Huiyuan, many monks were very merciful, and today's Shaolin Temple is famous in many large counties, and few people in the rivers and lakes dare to offend.

"Get out of the way!"

The hideous face of the little monk Mingyuan made many monks suffocated, and they subconsciously parted to the two sides, and when they came back to their senses, the little monk Mingyuan had already walked in front of the monk Huiyuan.

"Can you represent the Qingtan Shaolin Temple? Isn't it that the Shaolin Temple has fallen to this point and let a fat pig take power?"

The roaring tone frightened Monk Huiyuan's face pale and trembling, but thinking of the gaze of many onlookers, he had to scold strongly.

"You are the fat pig! Where did you come from, you dare to humiliate us Shaolin like this, how can this be reasonable, you are doomed! I will order those stick monks of Shaolin Temple to fork you to the torture hall!"

Monk Huiyuan's fingers trembled and pointed at the little monk Mingyuan, his white and tender fat face trembled, he was humiliated in front of so many people, according to the past, he had already ordered those recruited protectors to kill this person directly.

Click! Bang!

Before Monk Huiyuan finished speaking, a pair of bronze palms came into his eyes, and the golden palms were thrown directly on his cheeks.

Monk Huiyuan's whole person was overturned a few times by this slap, and the sound of cracking and breaking was extremely harsh on this occasion.

The little monk Mingyuan's eyes were shining with a fierce light, and he kicked out directly, kicking the Huiyuan monk who was about to fall out dozens of meters with the power of ten thousand jun, and slid a long blood line on the ground.

The surroundings instantly fell into a deathly silence, whether it was the people from the rivers and lakes waiting for the assessment of the Reception Academy, those pilgrims, or the monks of the Shaolin Temple, they were all stunned and stared at everything that happened in front of them, unbelievable.

The important person in the Shaolin Temple Reception Institute was beaten like this, looking at it, even if he was not dead, at least seven or eight bones were broken in his body, his entire neck was crooked, and his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head.

This injury, if there is no palace imperial doctor or a higher-level five great divine doctors of the rivers and lakes, this life is equivalent to being wasted, not to mention becoming a martial arts master, even a normal person can only hope for luxury.

Whew!

The people around him were more than ten meters away from the little monk of Mingyuan in an instant, and the monks who connected to the courtyard were all dumbfounded, and they took a step back in unison, their hearts uneasy.

Even they were happy to see Monk Huiyuan deflated, but a slap and a kick directly kicked Monk Huiyuan into a crippled and vegetative person, which they couldn't afford.

Monk Huiyuan wants the wind and rain in the leading courtyard, relying not only on the realm of his own six products, but also on the people behind him.

Two and a half months ago, the envoys of the Mahayana Temple came to the Shaolin Temple, and they were willing to help the Shaolin Temple expand its influence, and under the nod of the abbot who presided over the round wheel, the monks of the Mahayana Temple continued to take over some positions in the Shaolin Temple.

Monk Huiyuan is a disciple of a nine-rank monk in the Mahayana Temple, so even the first of the various institutes is quite jealous of this person, and he is usually unwilling to offend this person.

It's a pity that after all, it was the wind that flashed his tongue and met the little monk Mingyuan, a big mouth completely buried his future path, and even maybe put his life into it.

"You, you dare to make a move on Master Huiyuan? You... You are dead, Shaolin Temple will not let you go!"

The brocade-robed young man looked dull, looking at the miserable monk Huiyuan, and he was a little speechless.

The cold gaze of the little monk Mingyuan swept to the brocade-robed young man, and the cold and bone-chilling eyes made the other party's heart tremble, and his skin continued to ooze sweat.

"Which one of you jumped out of the house, and repeatedly interfered with the recruitment of the disciples and nurses of the Shaolin Temple, and slapped your mouth!"

With a flash of golden light, Mingyuan's little monk's arm was like a whip, and it was slapped on the other party's cheek fiercely, fortunately he didn't use his internal force this time, otherwise, this kid's head might have flew.

The force of this slap hit the other party to the ground, and a line of blood continued to drip from the corners of his mouth, and his entire cheeks were swollen.

The action of directly slapping the face without saying a word made the sweat of the young man in brocade explode, and his teeth trembled, although the man with the knife at the head was afraid, but he still quickly hugged the young man.

"This is the little boy who guards the town of Yuantianfu and Muhe Town, you dare to beat the young master like this, the town guard will never let you get away with it!"

The town guard of Muhe?

The eyebrows of the little monk of Mingyuan were wrinkled into a V-shape, there are a total of eight towns under the jurisdiction of Yuantianfu, and Muhe Town is considered to be the largest town in the middle reaches, with a population of more than 1.3 million.

He saw the town guard of Muhe Town at a banquet in the city, a big man from the fourth grade, and he was also a big man with a lot of roots in Qingtan County.

"The youngest son of Sun Yanzhi in Muhe Town?"

"Do you know Sun Zhenshou? Then don't you kneel down and apologize, otherwise Lord Sun will blame you, and you will only have a dead end. ”

Seeing that the little monk Mingyuan knew that Sun Zhenshou of Muhe Town, Dahan suddenly became bolder, that adult is the lord who will repay him, and this little monk must be afraid of that adult.

Yongchun Triple Stack Fist!

If the big man was struck by lightning, his stomach seemed to have been hit by a running bison, and his stomach rolled in an instant, his face turned purple, and he left the old man of the Sun family in his hand under the weakness of his arms.

Poof!

The brocade-robed young man let out an unconscious moan, and the little monk Mingyuan kicked directly to the side, looking at the many Shaolin stick monks on the mountain who were constantly swooping down like eagles and falcons, and his face showed a rare trace of gentleness.

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