Chapter 487: : Yiming dispels grievances

As soon as Fang Bai said this, the scene was deadly silent.
If Fang Bai had said this before, some Shaolin monk would have regarded him as an arrogant lunatic, but now, few people dared to question his words.
Everyone at the scene could see that Fang Bai didn't use all his strength in the fight against Jueren. He said that Jueren and the six elders could not beat him together, perhaps not bragging.
This young man, dressed in casual clothes, handsome in appearance, and harmless in laughter, is full of mystery, and no one can see his true strength.
"Earth-level intermediate martial artist, actually can't beat Fang Bai... Is this guy too strong? How many secrets are hidden in him!"
The dragon girl looked at Fang Bai through the telescope in her hand, her beautiful eyes glowing.
"That kid actually wants to challenge the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats formation...Looking at his full confidence, is it possible that his cultivation has reached the level of Consummation? Otherwise, there is no way to retreat..."
Long Jingtian seemed to be taken aback by Fang Bai's performance, his fingers were constantly twisting his beard, and he was muttering to himself.
"Earth-level Consummation? Isn't it just one step short of reaching the heaven-level, and you are as strong as your grandfather? Even if he has been taught by an expert, he has had any strange encounters, but at the age of twenty, he began to practice in his mother’s womb. It's impossible to reach that state, right?"
The Dragon Girl put down looking into the distance and looked at her grandpa with shock.
Long Jingtian said: "Nothing is impossible in this world! Let's take a look first...If Fang Bai is really that powerful, maybe I will show up to dissuade it, not Shaolin, but Fang Bai! I I'm afraid that Fang Bai will ruin a good Shaolin! In that case, our Chinese ancient martial arts world will lose a lot!"
Long Jingtian rushed to Shaolin, originally intending to discourage the Shaolin monks from letting Fang Bai's master and apprentice go, but now things have turned around. Instead, Fang Bai's master and apprentice has the upper hand. If you live in Fangbai, Shaolin will be in big trouble.
What Long Jingtian is most worried about right now is that Fang Bai, in a rage, slaughtered the masters of Shaolin like Yanyulou and Qingcheng Temple, and that would really cause an uproar.
After all, Shaolin has been a representative of the decent sects of the ancient martial arts for thousands of years. It has a much better reputation than the two big sects of Yanyulou and Qingchengguan. If Fang Bai’s master and apprentice turned Shaolin upside down, I am afraid most ancient martial arts. The warriors of, are going to be enemies with their masters and apprentices.
Of course, as the leader of the "Dragon Guard", Long Jingtian would definitely not allow this to happen. At a critical moment, he would show up to prevent the two sides from fighting.
When Fang Bai said, "You are not my opponent", Abbot Juoren's body shook slightly, his straight back slowly squatted, and the brilliance in his eyes disappeared, and his expression was dim. People seem to be much older in an instant.
Losing to Fang Bai, a little-known junior in the ancient martial arts world, hit him too much.
"Ugh……"
After a long time, Juoren sighed, looking at Fang Bai who stood proudly on the other side, and smiled bitterly, and said, "The strength of the little benefactor is so strong that the little monk is only seen in his life. In this battle, the little monk is convinced! "
After a pause, he said: "As for the eighteen arhat formations... the eighteen most powerful monks in Shaolin who have joined hands to deal with the small benefactor alone, even if they win? This kind of bullying by the crowd is not trivial. Wu, my Shaolin disciple disdains it!"
Fang Bai said: "Old monk, are you sure that the Eighteen Arhats will win me? Come on, we won't know until we have fought!"
Juoren didn't argue with him either. He looked solemn and said, "Little donor, little monk has a request here, please fulfill it."
Fang Bai saw that there was a decisive look between his expressions, and he moved in his heart, saying, "What request, please listen to it."
Juoren took a deep breath, folded his hands together, Baoxiang solemnly said, "I would like to take my life alone to resolve the grievances in the chest of the two donors. Please also the little donor!"
As soon as he said this, there was a commotion among the Shaolin disciples at the scene, and everyone's face changed color. They all understood that Jueren wanted to use his own life in exchange for Fang Bai's master and disciples to spare the Shaolin monks who participated in the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley.
"Brother Abbot must never be!"
"Abbot, we will bear the sins we committed!"
"Let these two donors abolish our cultivation base! We have no complaints!"
"Shaolin can't live without the abbot!"
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Hundreds of Shaolin disciples all around shouted to discourage Jueren, and those Shaolin monks who participated in the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley had red eyes and tears in their eyes.
A Shaolin monk walked up to Fang Bai and sat down cross-legged, his hands clasped, his complexion was tragic, and he said loudly, "The little monk has participated in the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley incident. The donor will abolish my cultivation, please do it!"
After the Shaolin monk, more than 20 Shaolin monks walked out of the surrounding crowds, and they also sat cross-legged in front of Fang Bai, with their hands together, and said one after another: "We also participated in the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley incident. Take the initiative to abolish our cultivation base!"
"Naughty! Go back to me! If you still recognize me as the abbot, stand back!"
Seeing the Shaolin monks walk up to Fang Bai and sit down cross-legged, Juoren was angry and anxious, beating his chest and feet, shouting loudly.
Those Shaolin disciples are all the elites of the younger generation of Shaolin monks, and they are also the future vertical force of Shaolin. If they are abolished, they will completely shake the foundation of Shaolin's foothold in the ancient Chinese martial arts world.
At that time, Shaolin is afraid that it will decline in the footsteps of Yanyulou and Qingchengguan.
This was something that Jue Ren, the abbot, didn't want to see, so he was willing to exchange his life for Fang Bai's master and apprentice and no longer hold those Shaolin disciples accountable.
It’s just that no matter how loud Juoren’s voice is, no Shaolin monk listens to him. More than twenty Shaolin monks sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, waiting for Fang Bai’s palm of punishment to come, destroying their meridian, qi, and waste. Go to their cultivation.
Elder Jueyi of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Elder Jueli of Bodhidharma Academy, Elder Juezhi of Prajnatang, Elder Juexin of Luohantang, Elder Juecong of Jielvtang, Elder Jueming of Zhiketang, these six elders of Shaolin One Pavilion, One House, Four Halls At the moment, all of them look tragic and full of emotions.
Regardless of the abbot’s extinction, or the abolition of the more than twenty monks, it is an unbearable pain for Shaolin. As the six elders of Shaolin, they have the responsibility and obligation to prevent this from happening.
The six elders winked at each other and walked to the abbot Juoren, preparing to persuade Juoren to join forces with Fang Bai to fight with the Eighteen Arhats.
For the future of Shaolin, no matter what reputation and face it is!
"Ugh……"
At this moment, a sigh full of the vicissitudes of the years came from outside the compound wall.
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