After rushing for days, Duanlang was so anxious that he arrived at a small town at the foot of Songshan Mountain. It was already the night of the sixth day.

He had already found out on the way that those figures in the world and the eight major sects met in this small town.

The so-called alliance of eight factions wants to break into Shaoshi Mountain together.

It sounds good to say that you broke in by force.

In fact, from the perspective of those figures in the world who have become more powerful because of their alliance, they are more powerful in numbers.

If Shaolin doesn't know good from evil, he will go directly to Shaoshi Mountain to kill him.

If only Shaolin would hand over what they asked for, otherwise the family would be destroyed.

Nowadays, because of the storyteller's recitation, many people are convinced that Shaolin has the He family's jade and the "Secret of Immortality".

Ambitious people are determined to obtain He's jade.

Other people in the world are also coveting the so-called ancient book "Secret of Immortality".

Moreover, there are rumors in the world that the Shaolin Temple itself is the source of martial arts in the world, and the Sutra Pavilion contains countless magical skills and unique skills from ancient times to the present.

The seventy-two unique skills are the best in the world.

Bodhidharma personally taught the two classics of Yi Jin and Cleansing the Marrow, which have the power to reach heaven and earth!

Even if you learn only half a claw, it is enough to turn a mediocre person into a master in the world.

How to avoid making people crazy?

No matter how powerful the Shaolin Temple is, it can't compete with so many martial arts masters joining together.

At worst, you can take advantage of the chaos to grab a secret book, right?

This is what many people have in mind.

Drive them into a complete frenzy.

Countless people in the martial arts world, whether they are masters or celebrities, or unknown people, are constantly gathering towards Songshan.

I just thought about participating in this grand event, thinking about getting some opportunities, and becoming famous from now on.

This big commotion alarmed even the already overcrowded court.

Especially the "mandate of destiny" that is widely rumored in the world makes today's emperor unable to sleep or eat well.

It's just that the imperial court has long been plunged into serious internal and external troubles. In addition to fierce party disputes every day, the DPRK and China are at odds with each other and shirk responsibility, and they are no longer able to discuss affairs.

The ministers of the DPRK had always looked down upon those vulgar warriors, so this incident could only make them laugh at him after dinner.

On the contrary, this matter can also be used to create some obstacles for rival parties.

Today, even if you have the will, you have no energy left.

Duan Lang found that the town was deserted except for the local residents who were so frightened that their homes were closed due to the gathering of people from the world.

The so-called alliance of eight factions has already left. It seems that they can't even wait for tomorrow and want to attack Shaoshi Mountain at night.

In a hurry, he couldn't help but abandon his horse, and using his lightness skills to the extreme, he swept away in the direction of Shaoshi Mountain.

really.

Only after Duanlang arrived a few miles away from Shaoshi Mountain, he saw a fire at the foot of the mountain rising into the sky from a distance.

"...Get out of the way early, otherwise, if my disciples from the eight major sects and the heroes of the world attack the mountain, your Shaolin Temple will be a river of blood, and you may not be able to cause the disaster of annihilation!"

From a distance, I could hear people shouting loudly at the foot of the mountain, gathering into a mass and spreading far away.

Duan Lang flew quickly and quickly reached the foot of the mountain, easily blending into the crowd.

These people from all over the world were so mixed together that no one even noticed him.

But I saw torches jumping non-stop, and the red flames illuminated the foot of the mountain.

On the mountain road, in the forest, and on the trees, there are crowds of figures and heads shaking.

I'm afraid there are thousands of people gathered here.

There was a group of monks on the opposite side, holding a stick in one hand and raising their chests with the other, blocking the entrance to the mountain and refusing to give way.

But the number of monks is just over a hundred at most, which is really insignificant compared to these so-called eight faction alliances.

"What nonsense are you talking to them about? We are not here to have a drink. Let's just kill his mother! Steal his mother!"

A ferocious-looking big man in front yelled in an evil voice, holding an extremely heavy one-legged bronze figure on his shoulders. As soon as he stopped shouting, he waved the bronze figure and smashed it towards the monk opposite.

There were more than a dozen people around him, who must have been his companions, and they all started to kill him when they saw this.

Seeing this, the other so-called heroes were also a little ready to move, but seeing that the leaders of the eight factions did not move, they all suppressed themselves.

It can be seen that although the monks opposite are trying to keep calm, their faces are obviously nervous.

However, facing this group of vicious and vicious people who came to kill them, no one had any intention of retreating.

One of the monks standing in front of the head was facing the evil wind caused by the evil one-legged bronze man, and his companions behind him were rushing towards him with weapons in hand. His face showed tension and excitement, but there was no fear at all.

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"Jie Arhat Formation!"

"Eight-stick madness!"

When the cry started, seven monks behind him had already stepped forward and waved their sticks together with him.

There were obviously only eight people and eight sticks, but the moment they were swung, the sky was filled with shadows of sticks.

Facing the group of people headed by evil men, I put my hood up.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

…

There was a chaos of stick shadows, seemingly without any order, but there were muffled sounds one after another, and individual figures flew upside down.

That group of people didn't even hold on to their masks, and were knocked away by several monks one by one.

He smashed into the crowd and lay on the ground in a mess, moaning and seeing that it was difficult to fight anymore.

The heads of the eight sects looked at each other, and they all saw the fear in each other's eyes.

This group of people headed by the villain are just big thieves and villains in the world. Under normal circumstances, they would not even bother to associate with them.

The purpose of letting them accompany us now is just to let them explore the road ahead and try out the quality of Shaolin Temple.

Now it seems that Shaolin Temple is not as easy to deal with as they thought.

Although this is nothing in their eyes, they are just a few young monks.

The person who was sent to be cannon fodder at the foot of this mountain must be an underappreciated junior in the Shaolin Temple, but he actually had such a method.

It seems that these rumors may not all be false.

This Shaolin Temple really has some skills.

Although I was wary in my heart, I was a little more convinced about the rumors circulating in the world that Shaolin contained shocking secrets.

"Young master, there are only a few dozen of you. No matter how powerful Shaolin martial arts is, you will never be able to withstand us. This is not the way. I don't think you can make the decision. Why don't you ask your master to come out and we will do it ourselves?"

Break up with him, otherwise..."

Among the eight heads of the eight sects, a scribe named Da Sect, with three thin beards on his lips and under his chin, looked a little like a vulture, and said softly and hard: "But don't blame me for not being merciful and killing him, that's not noble."

That’s more than what the two parties want.”

"Amitabha, donors, there is no need to say more. Our temple has been closed for a long time. The Ninth Five-Year Plan period has not yet come, so there is no reason to welcome guests."

Those monks seemed kind, but they were very tough. The leading young monk said: "Besides, our temple is a quiet place for Buddhism, not a place for everyone to gather. If you hold the gold sticker of our temple, when the time comes tomorrow, our temple will

We will open the door to welcome you, otherwise, please just turn around."

"Hehehe, if you say that, you Shaolin Temple are really people who are not afraid of death?"

Faced with his obvious threat, the monk remained unmoved: "Amitabha, as a monk, life is precious in life, and reincarnation is the subject of death. Joy, sorrow, and fear are all just worries."

"Okay, okay, okay,"

An old man with a bald head and long beard who looked like a monk said hello three times and walked out.

"Shaolin Temple is indeed a holy place for Buddhism. A mere junior can actually say such a thing. In that case, everyone, they have made it clear that they don't take us seriously. We are the most benevolent people, so there is no need to be polite anymore."

"Okay! Everyone! Let's kill Shaolin together!"

"Kill Shaolin!"

"Kill Shaolin!"

Thousands of people shouted killing sounds one after another, and gradually the river became one, and the killing sounds shook the sky.

"Disciples!"

"Deploy a formation of one hundred and eight Arhats to subdue demons!"

"Today we will sacrifice our lives to defeat the devil together! Protect my Shaolin!"

"Sacrifice yourself to defeat the devil! Protect my Shaolin!"

"Sacrifice yourself to defeat the devil! Protect my Shaolin!"

The number of monks blocking the road is exactly one hundred and eight.

At random, the thought monk shouted loudly, took up a position with sticks, and shouted in unison.

There are only a few hundred people, but their momentum is not inferior to the thousands of people on the opposite side!

Duan Lang, who was mixed in the crowd, felt his chest boiling.

I wish I could just jump out and fight side by side with them.
Chapter completed!