"Xiao Fan, the elders of Shaolin Temple are inside. The three elders with the highest prestige are the Great Elder Tairu Master, the Second Elder Master Jingqing, and the Third Elder Master Liuhe. These three are all first-rank abilities, and The three of them are highly respected figures in the world of supernatural powers, and one of them is a member of the National Security Bureau, so you have to be mentally prepared." Old man Zhou introduced to Leng Fan the three Shaolin Temples that have the greatest rights before entering the thatched cottage. Characters.
And Leng Fan didn't care who it was, and the identity of the other party didn't matter to him. The next moment, he followed Mr. Zhou into the thatched cottage, and after he walked in, he glanced forward and immediately pointed at the monk in the middle and shouted: "You are the head here, right? Put my sister right away, otherwise I will level your Shaolin Temple."
Leng Fan's sudden domineering opening made the entire thatched house terribly quiet, and the monks were dumbfounded. They had already prepared a lot of lines, but they didn't expect that the other party would not give a chance, and they would just say so strongly.
The people in this thatched cottage are all eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple, and they are also in the world of supernatural powers, so they are usually very proud and can't tolerate outsiders pointing them, let alone being pointed at in their own territory. Forehead.
However, they didn't want to endure it, but they had to endure it, because the person pointing at their forehead was someone who was beyond the innate realm. They were not confident that they could beat each other.
"Young man, you are very arrogant, maybe you already think that yours is invincible in the world." The monk in the middle replied calmly, and didn't get furious because Leng Fan pointed at his forehead.
Leng Fan replied very solemnly: "I never thought that the world is invincible. I am here to take my sister home today. Old monk, you are just replying, whether you let it go or let it go, just start fighting if you don't let it go. Nice to say."
"Presumptuous, Shaolin Temple is a place for you to go wild." Finally some people couldn't hold back their breath, wearing a cassock, aged about forty years old, and not as tall as the first three old monks.
Leng Fan glanced back, and an aura directly rushed over. The talking monk hadn't closed his mouth yet, suddenly a strong pressure on his body made him unable to move.
"Adults speak, children don't interrupt." Leng Fan is now not only domineering, but also very arrogant. Anyone knows this kind of aura after seeing it. It is almost impossible to talk to him.
"Young man, the poor monk wanted to calm down and talk with you about your so-called sister, but it's no longer possible. Since you want to fight, then let go. Our Shaolin Temple has a history of thousands of years. It's not just a person. It can be suppressed." After the old monk finished saying this, he immediately exuded a sense of war, and a strong wind blew in the thatched hut.
When the old monk said this, other monks also exuded their own aura. Although the fighting spirit was very different from that of the old monk, the number of people was large, and the fighting spirit gathered was no weaker than the old monk.
Leng Fan leaned his hands on his back, the skin on his face was deformed by the wind, but he stood in place like a pillar, no matter how powerful the opponent was, he would not move.
"Grandpa Zhou, you and Jiaqi left Shaolin Temple and went straight down the mountain." Leng Fan wanted to do it a long time ago, but he was worried about the two of Zhou Jiaqi and Zhou Jiaqi.
Elder Zhou grabbed Zhou Jiaqi and replied: "Xiao Fan, be careful yourself."
Elder Zhou did not expect in his heart that Leng Fan had no chance for the other party to explain. He was about to start a fight after a few words. He thought there was still a possibility of negotiation between them, and he could also say a few words. Although he can't fight, he still has confidence.
Zhou Jiaqi is worried about Leng Fan, but now she can only leave here with her grandpa.
Elder Zhou and the others left, but the Shaolin Temple people did not stop them.
"Young man, I would like to ask you one last sentence, do you really want to fight us directly? Don't you want to talk to us, maybe you can find terms acceptable to both of us?" the old monk asked in a deep voice.
Leng Fan also replied in a deep voice: "Let my sister go, otherwise there is no possibility of negotiation."
"In this case, fight!" The old monk roared and shot Leng Fan first.
The old monk didn't think he was hundreds of years old, but his speed was not at all satisfied. He appeared in front of Leng Fan in a blink of an eye, hitting Leng Fan's chest with a palm.
Leng Fan took a step back gently, and quickly responded with a palm.
With a "bang", the old monk was beaten back and flew out of the thatched house.
"Jiezhen..." The old monk suddenly folded his hands outside the thatched house, and said a series of spells.
Leng Fan suddenly felt weird under his feet, but before he could react, the whole thatched house had undergone major changes, and the straws began to evolve into sticks to fly into the sky.
"Young man, the place where you are standing is a great formation left by the ancient gods. For a thousand years, many supernaturalists have been defeated by this great formation, so you still have a chance to leave Shaolin Temple and never step into it. ." The old monk asked Leng Fan again, showing that he really didn't want to be an enemy of Leng Fan.
Leng Fan felt the big formation and the sticks that the straws evolved into. He could feel that the power surrounding each stick was very strong, and there was a certain connection between the sticks and the sticks.
"Swish" a black long sword appeared in Leng Fan's hands.
After seeing Leng Fan's sword, the old monk knew that the other party had rejected him again, so he sighed in his heart and ordered the other appropriate command in the thatched house just now: "Help me start the big formation."
It turned out that this old monk couldn't start the big formation at all by relying on his own strength, only the power of everyone could be opened.
More than twenty monks jumped behind the old monk together, one person lined up and hit the old monk's back with one palm and one palm. The old monk's face flushed suddenly, and his body seemed to become a container, a container for absorbing supernatural powers.
The wooden stick in the air began to make such a noise at this moment.
"Open" the old monk roared loudly, and countless wooden sticks flew towards Leng Fan.
Leng Fan jumped up and flew to the sky, but the sticks immediately followed, and the number was large and fast, and he was about to catch up.
The sword in Leng Fan's hand turned into countless sword qi, and the sword qi was centered on the wooden stick. But he found that after the sword energy hit the wooden stick, although the wooden stick was split into two pieces, the two-piece stick still flew towards Leng Fan.
"Dangdang..." Leng Fan could only keep the sticks flying like this, but the result was that the number of sticks increased.
"It looks like you have to use this trick." Leng Fan muttered, and the sword in his hand instantly emitted a dazzling light.
"I didn't expect that I would use this trick so soon. Although the master told me that this trick should not be taken lightly, I don't have so many worries right now." Leng Fan muttered to himself, as if he was about to use it. The moves of "cannot easily occur.
"The first way to cut the sky, break the sky" Leng Fan roared, the sword light in his hand even more dazzling, like a round of sun shining between the sky and the earth.
The intense light shrouded the entire Shaolin Temple under it.
"Grandpa, what kind of light is this, why I can't help but tremble all over, I'm so scared." Zhou Jiaqi, who had not walked far away, hugged herself with her hands, and squatted on the ground, shaking constantly.
The old man Zhou was okay, but his face was not very good, he looked back at the sky behind, but the light directly caused him to close his eyes. He didn't know what to say at this moment, because he felt a sense of death in his heart, as if a knife on his head would fall on him at any time.
Elder Zhou would feel this way when he was so far away, so the nearest group of monks was even more so. They closed their eyes and felt a lot of pressure in their minds and bodies. Even if they worked hard to counteract such pressure, but All failed.
The old monk absorbed the strength of dozens of people, so when he resisted the light, he had some effect, but after he looked up at the faint sword in the sky, he knew that the moment the sword fell was when he died. Because the power contained in that sword has surpassed his cognition.
"Old ancestor, don't you show up yet?" The old monk suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted.
Leng Fan in the sky also heard the old monk's call, but he ignored it and swung the sword in his hand directly downward.
The countless light turned into a cloud of black energy under this sword, and then dissipated with the wind, as if it had been burned by a raging fire.
The old monk spouted blood from his mouth, and he lay down on the ground at once, because his body could not withstand the pressure on his head, and his absorption of so much strength exceeded his range. Once he lost the big formation, Just as a container with water suddenly loses its outlet, the container will explode.
"Young man, stop." The next moment, a voice fell from the sky, and a dark shadow rushed out from somewhere behind the Shaolin Temple. The black shadow flew in the direction of the old monk there, and the speed was very fast. It may have been standing on the head of the old monk without a blink of an eye, directly facing which sword of Leng Fan.
Leng Fan didn't know who the old man was, and he didn't intend to stop, and directly pressed down on the mysterious person.
The sound of "Boom" burst into the Shaolin Temple Mountain, the ground began to tremble, and the whole Song Mountain seemed to be experiencing a magnitude six earthquake. And it was Mount Song constantly, and the towns near Mount Song felt a strong tremor. Everyone ran out of home and stood on the flat ground to feel the sudden earthquake.
The back of the sword in Leng Fan's hand, and his feet were already dusty, and it was difficult for the naked eye to see the scene under the dust. However, Leng Fan's eyes revealed a glimmer of light at this time. Judging from the expression on his face, he seemed to have seen everything happening under the dust, so he kept a trace of vigilance.
