Updated: 2012-08-19

"Murong Bo, Murong Fu and his son trespassed into Shaolin Temple and coveted my Shaolin "Yi Jin Jing". Moreover, it seems to be related to the arson case tonight. In any case, it was inconvenient for them to leave before they fully figured out these things. They had to do so. Please forgive me by Mr. Tang and donors..."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!" Tang Zheng's face changed, and his eyes were full of fierceness: "I will only ask you one thing, my master and senior brother, will you please let it go?" Xuan Ci's face flashed with a hint of compassion, and she sighed lightly without answering. Seeing this, Tang Zheng's expression became even more aggressive.

However, just as he took a step forward and wanted to continue to ask questions, Xuan Nan, who was irritable and hated evil, suddenly proclaimed the Buddha's name, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Don't be arrogant! I, Shaolin Temple, have been in charge of the world for hundreds of years. The majesty is so majestic that everyone knows. Can outsiders trespass? Let me tell you the truth, what happened tonight is extremely complicated and has a great relationship. Not to mention the Murong father and son, even you uninvited evil guests can never get rid of the suspicion!"

"Hmm? Old Bald Donkey, what do you mean? Do you want to arrest so many of us?" Tang Zheng was slightly stunned, and then sneered. His unceremonious "Old Bald Donkey" also made the Shaolin monks on the opposite side squint their eyes and look bad: "Yes, Donkey Tang, you have to make it clear that you have to trespass on Shaoshi Mountain for no reason and injured many disciples in our temple!"

"Ha, it seems that you are really going to be serious?" Tang Zheng smiled. Instead of panic or fear, he showed a strange smile. Then, when he waved his hand, the black-clothed people on the periphery immediately followed him and stepped forward neatly, blocking Fengboye and Gongyeqian and the other two: "After all, you still have to solve the problem with your fists. Okay, so many of us are here. If you have the ability, come and arrest us all!"

"Hmph!" Xuannan snorted coldly, turned slightly, bowed to Abbot Xuanci. Xuanci nodded, but turned his gaze to the old monk in gray in the center of the crowd, and asked in a humble tone: "Senior, you have also seen that these people not only do not have the slightest repentance, but are also trying their best to challenge my reputation in Shaolin Temple. Juniors and others have no choice but to resort to force. Please forgive me..."

"The abbot is serious." The old monk in gray shook his head expressionlessly and said lightly: "I am just a sweeping monk in the Sutra Library. I am not in his position and do not plan his own affairs. It is not something that the old monk can argue with. As long as I do not forget my compassion, it will not damage Shaolin's reputation. The abbot just let go of his actions. Moreover, if necessary, I can also obey the abbot's orders..."

"Don't bother with seniors." Abbot Xuanci was flattered and overjoyed. He waved his hands repeatedly, "Just leave some small things to all the disciples to take action!" Before he finished speaking, the Shaolin monks surrounding the outer edge of the old monk immediately stood up very consciously, quickly set up a formation in front of everyone, confronting the people in black who were about to move not far away...

Correspondingly, the Shaolin monks retreated step by step. Although the ones who were knocked back were just the ones in the front position, the monks who had just suffered a great loss would rather retreat for a while than be in the limelight, which would disrupt their own formation and be easily defeated by others.

So, the situation on the scene became a little strange. Every time Tang Zheng took a step forward, a large group of Shaolin monks would shrink in one circle, and then the mobs following behind Tang Zheng followed slowly and filled in the gap left by the Shaolin monks retreating...

"Haha, what Shaolin monks and Arhat formations are just like this!" At this time, Tang Zheng seemed to have completely entered a state of fighting, his face was red, his eyes were full of blood, his roars, and his sneering sounds were extremely rough. In sharp contrast, whether it was the enemy Shaolin monks or his black-clothed warriors, they were all silenced and silent. Therefore, in this quiet environment created by the enemy and us, Tang Zheng's ridicule and provocative voices naturally spread farther away...

"Are you Shaolin monks all of them belonging to turtles? They will only be beaten passively, but none of them dare to fight back? If you have the habit, don't hide in the turtle shell and come out to fight me one-on-one..." Tang Zheng's challenge sounded louder and louder, but the monks' eyes became calmer and more calmer!

Because they have all discovered that as the formation shrinks, their defense ability is constantly increasing, and correspondingly, the opponent's attack power is weakening little by little, and the opponent's progress is also slowing down little by little. As one rises and the other goes down, the situation on the field is tilting towards their own side little by little!

"Boom!" Finally, after a different roar than before, Tang Zheng's pace was finally stopped. Less than ten feet away from Murong Bo, his footsteps stopped and could not continue to move forward!

"Get out of here, don't block the way!" After a slight pause, Tang Zheng subconsciously shouted loudly, took a deep breath, and punched the monk who seemed thin but actually strong in front of him! The monk also gave up all his tricks and punched him straight, touching Tang Zheng's fist! After a slightly dull roar, the explosive air scattered out, pushing the surrounding warriors to shake, almost unable to stand firm. However, both sides of the battle stood firmly, without retreating. After a brief adjustment, he punched out with no tricks...

"Puff..." After five consecutive moves, the Shaolin monk finally showed his defeat, spit out a mouthful of blood, and retreated into the formation. The entire Arhat Formation naturally took a step back again, but Tang Zheng was not having a good time. Although he did not vomit blood, his face turned pale, and the momentum on his body suddenly weakened a lot, and he no longer had the previous aggressive momentum...

"Amitabha, donor Tang, don't show off, you should just surrender," Abbot Xuanci's voice sounded again, "Although you have secret techniques, you can squeeze your potential too frequently, and although you can show off for a while, in the long run, it will be extremely unworthy of the loss. Why should you, donor, work so hard?"

"Noisy!" Obviously, Tang Zheng did not have any appreciation for Xuan Ci's advice: "The body is my own, I will do whatever I want. Old monk, can you take care of it? Want me to surrender? Dreaming! Not only will I escape unstoppable today, but I also have to rescue two division commanders!"
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