At night, the cold moon hangs high!

The bustling Shaolin Temple during the day seems particularly quiet at night.

Li Chen looked at the stone tablet, the world's number one ancient temple, with six large characters such as dragon and snake. After a while, he walked in with great strides.

Halfway through the way, his ears moved slightly, and the noisy sound floated into his ears.

These were Cheng Hai and his friends who wanted to climb over the wall and go to Shaolin Temple to steal the Arhat fruit. They were discovered by the monks who vigilant and drove them out.

Li Chen smiled and shook his head, and continued to walk inside.

As soon as I entered the ancient temple gate, I heard a burst of shouts.

"The person who comes stops and leaves quickly. You must not trespass in the important area of ​​Shaolin Temple!"

Immediately, five or six monks holding wooden sticks surrounded him.

Moreover, these monks are all internal martial artists. In ordinary small and medium-sized families, these are all high-level worshipers. However, in this Shaolin Temple, they are used to patrol the night.

This shows the horrifying heritage of Shaolin Temple.

However, in Li Chen's eyes, only these miscellaneous fish are completely unsatisfactory.

"Let your abbot come out to see me!"

Hearing Li Chen's words, the monks were shocked.

"This donor, it's too late, our abbot has already rested. No outsiders can be seen. You might as well go down the mountain quickly!"

Li Chen smiled indifferently and asked casually: "But I want to see you?"

Shaolin Temple is the leader of the twelve martial arts sects. The Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world is often worshipped by pilgrims as masters, so naturally it has a strong sense of arrogance.

"Little brother, if you force yourself to Shaolin, don't blame me for waiting. You're welcome to you!"

When they spoke, these monks took the initiative to attack, trying to use this to intimidate Li Chen and force him to retreat.

Li Chen glanced at them disdainfully and said, "Since I'm here, I don't plan to be polite!"

"Hmph, what an arrogant tone. You are the first one who dares to come to Shaolin Temple to play wild!"

After saying that, the monk in charge waved to the other companions.

"Dear brothers, let me teach you a lesson!"

However, before they could approach, Li Chen just waved his sleeves casually and shook them all back.

At this time, the monks realized that the young man in front of him was a martial arts master and far above them.

Li Chen glanced at them again, then walked towards the temple with great strides.

"Mr. Li Xianshi of Jiangnan, come to worship the mountain and ask for a meeting with Abbot Xuankong!"

When he heard Li Chen signing up for himself and claiming that he was the Master Li Xianshi in Jiangnan, all the monks present were shocked.

The other monks were also shocked, and the Dharma Court, Prajna Hall, Arhat Hall, Zhike Hall, and Precepts Hall all came out.

Just as Shaolin abbot Xuankong, who had never seen guests for many years, walked out surrounded by a group of disciples.

"Amitabha, in Shaolin Abbot Xuankong, dare you ask Mr. Li who is going to break into my Shaolin Temple late at night, what's the point of doing?"

Li Chen also clasped his hands together and returned the greeting: "I heard that the ancestral treasure of the Chen family in western Hunan is hidden in the temple. I asked a friend to invite him to come and pick it up. I hope the abbot can make it convenient so that I can return it to Zhao intact!"

When the monks in Shaolin Temple were all stunned when they heard Li Chen's words.

It was the first time they had seen them in ten or twenty years, or even thirty or fifty years. Someone dared to come to Shaolin Temple to ask for secrets.

Master Xuankong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, don't know anything about it. "The Secret Art of Demon Puppet" is an evil method. My Buddha is merciful. Master Huineng was worried that this thing would harm the world, so he took it and suppressed it in the Shaolin Temple Sutra Pavilion. If this thing reappears in the martial arts world, it will definitely cause a bloody storm again. I am sorry that I can't obey my orders!"

Li Chen smiled coldly: "Haha, that's not to give it?"

Master Xuan Yong, the head of the Precepts Hall, was a hot-hearted person. Seeing Li Chen so arrogant, he couldn't help but be furious.

"Master Li Xian, what do you mean? Do you still want to force yourself to grab it?"

Li Chen smiled indifferently and said, "No, that's what he meant!"

Xuan Yong was as if he was angry at the Vajra and shouted loudly: "Arrogant, Master Li Xian, you have to know that this is Shaolin Temple, not your Jiangnan, so you can't do anything wrong!"

Li Chen raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly: "Then try it!"

After saying that, he glanced at the Shaolin monks and asked coldly: "Are you going to fight together?"

Xuan Yong was furious and shouted: "Arrogant, I am here to ask Master Li Xian's masterpiece!"

Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward, swung his fists like a tiger, and greeted Li Chen in front of him.

This is Shaolin Luohan Fist, which is hard and soft, simple and unpretentious, simple and rough, without any fancy style.

As soon as his fist was released, it was like a tiger roaring in the deep mountains, shaking the surrounding air, and it was thunderous.

The violent fist wind formed an arc of light, locking Li Chen tightly.

On the other hand, Li Chen was still as motionless as a pine tree, but his eyes were smiling and he quietly looked at the other party's fist shadow.

"Dang clang!"

The Luohan Fist hit Li Chen's protective energy, and the collision sound of Huang Zhong Dalu made on the spot.

Xuan Yong's muscles and bones were shattered, and he grinned in pain.

When I went to see Li Chen again, I was completely fine, and I even grinned at him.

"Master, your punch is still not enough to ignite the fire!"

After commenting, Li Chen waved his sleeves and shook him back with a fist.

"Puff!"

Xuan Yong only felt his chest as if he was hit by a rapid collision with a high-speed train, and he vomited blood on the spot.

When the Shaolin monks saw that Master Xuan Yong, the leader of their precepts, was not the enemy of Li Xianshi's move, they were all stunned, like a weathered sculpture.

Is this too incredible?

Abbot Xuankong came back to his senses and clasped his hands at Li Chen: "I heard for a long time that Master Li is a master of Taoism, and he is a martial arts genius who has never been born in a century. When I see him today, he is indeed well-known. I am here to ask for advice!"

After saying that, he stepped forward with great strides, shaking the marble-paved floor, spider-web-like traces, and extended towards Li Chen.

Seeing this scene, Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, a god-level powerhouse. Thousand-year-old Shaolin has finally come to see something!"

Although Master Xuankong's magic name is Xuankong, he still doesn't play Kong.

The Shaolin dragon claw hand came up, like an eagle fighting a rabbit, instantly tearing the void to pieces and attacking Li Chen.

Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. It is a secret master of Shaolin Temple to refer to the true meaning of the skill. It is extremely effective. After practicing until it reaches its peak, it will be no problem to grab a tree like a steel claw, rub stones into powder, or even break a mountain monument. If he is caught by him, he will be paralyzed at the least, and he will die on the spot.

This time Li Chen did not dare to be arrogant, so he shot a "Brahma Prajna Palm" in the air and went straight to meet him.

"boom!"

Two killer moves collided suddenly in the air, and the violent true energy, like a heavy stone swelling up water, quickly spreading around.

Some monks with weaker skills were shocked and vomited blood on the spot.

After this round of collision, even if it was Master Xuankong, the abbot of Shaolin, he could not help but frown at this time.

Judging from the confrontation just now, Li Chen's skills are completely inferior to him.

"Picking the flower finger!"

The Buddha picked up a flower and Kashyapa smiled. Like the Shaolin dragon claw hand, pinching the flower finger is also one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. If the level of cultivation is enough to rank third, of course the power is the same.

Xuan Kong shouted loudly, his hand like a girl pinching his finger orchid. It seems to be gentler than water, but in fact it is unparalleled and can penetrate half a meter thick steel plate in an instant. Its penetration power is comparable to a fighter cannon.

It is said that Zhang Sanfeng, the founding master of Wudang, learned the key Tai Chi technique that can achieve a great effect from this finger that combines hardness and softness.
Chapter completed!