A month later, early in the morning.

All the important roads at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain were filled with martial arts people holding swords and swords. All the public constables in the yamen were sent out to monitor these people nervously.

At Chen, the large army finally moved. The monks of the Tianlong Temple in Dali, the Tubo national masters Jiumozhi, Kongtong, Xingsu, Lingjiu Palace, and Beggars' Sect gathered into three or five groups and rushed towards Shaolin Temple.

Another half an hour later, the vanguard entered Shaolin Temple.

A young man from Kongtong Sect holding a long sword shook his head and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

"It's empty inside, I haven't seen a single book."

Dozens of Shaolin monks dressed as scars on their heads and were dressed as farmers, and rushed into the yard. After hearing this, a large group of people had gathered in the yard.

Among them, Shaolin monks and Beggars' Sect have the most people, and there are some female heroes in the martial arts world. Among them are Dali Dao Baifeng who was worried about his son's disappearance, Qiao Feng's newly married wife Azhu, Murong Fu's maid Abi and others, and the withered Xixia princess.

"Where is the human being? Why didn't a bald donkey see it?" A six-bagged elder of the Beggars' Sect shouted left and right.

"Who is the bald donkey scolding?" A monk was sitting dejectedly at the door of the Sutra Pavilion. He jumped up when he heard this and said angrily.

"Hmph, whoever is driven out of Shaolin Temple is to say whoever is not capable of being driven out of Shaolin Temple." The elder Liuba said sarcastically.

"you--!"

The monks all jumped out. These Shaolin monks were very young and of low generation. Most of the older generation of monks were killed by the iron monk in that war.

The people from the Beggars' Sect also rushed over with bamboo poles. The two groups pushed and yelled, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger. They were about to fight.

Azhu and others looked at the messy scene in despair, feeling that it would never be possible to rescue Qiao Feng and others by relying on this group of mobs.

They waited for Qiao Feng and the others in the Beggars' Sect for a long time, and had a bad premonition, so they activated their own energy and Dao Baifeng found the monks of Tianlong Temple.

Abi relied on Bao to gather people from all over the world;

Azhu also told the Beggars' Sect to move.

In fact, it is better to say that Shi Wu's invitation gave them a sense of crisis. In addition, Qiao Feng and his life and death were uncertain, which made them realize that Shi Wu and the others were definitely not good. Then they united.

"Shut up!" A middle-aged Taoist, who was nearly ten feet tall, shouted, and walked slowly through the two groups of people who had just calmed down.

Someone quietly talked about: "Who is this person?"

"The head of Kongtong Sect."

I heard the head of Kongtong Sect with a beard and said loudly: "The senior of Shaolin Temple has been captured by Tie Monk and is missing. The two leaders of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Daxia, and Murong Daxia are either missing or dead. This is indeed the long-term survival of the world. We have no strength to fight in the internal conflicts! Listening to my opinion, Jiang, the Tie Monk hides just means that he is afraid of us. We should find him more than we can find him, otherwise we will be easily defeated by Tie Monk after we disperse."

"Look, found it!" A thick and powerful man with a beard like a silver needle rushed into the yard.

"Where is it?" Azhu said in surprise. The girls looked at the visitor with anticipation, and everyone in the yard also looked at them together.

The thick and powerful man showed a floating expression under the gaze of everyone, but he felt that the occasion was not suitable and what he was about to say was not suitable. So he suppressed his excitement and changed into a sad expression and said, "Mrs. Daxia Qiao, Master Duan Yu, and Prince Xu Zhu have been killed."

Dao Baifeng and Princess Xixia immediately fainted. Abi and others hurriedly supported them.

Azhu was silent for a moment, her expression was terrifying, and she said calmly: "Where is it?"

The thick and powerful man looked at her calm face and became uneasy. After staying for a while, he hurriedly said, "Here, in the back mountain. It's very strange there———"

Before he could finish his words, Dao Baifeng and others carried out their light skills and flew out of the yard.

People from various sects also ran or jumped out of the yard. When they left the main gate, went up the mountain road, turned around the hill, got out of the woods, and came to the back mountain. The people running in the front rows stopped in horror. The people behind were crowded and pushed the people in the front row forward.

The crowd was like waves stranded, surging forward for a while and then stopped.

Everyone saw it clearly and felt it from the land under their feet.

They were stepping on a strange pouring flat ground.

The back mountain of Shaolin Temple seemed to be cut by someone.

The ground is very smooth and weird. There is no plant, it is as big as two football fields. It tilts from left to right thirty-five degrees. If a football is placed at the far left, it will definitely roll to the right and finally fall off the cliff.

At the end of this flat ground, two people, one tall and one short, one short, one with a face that seemed to be made of steel and two feet tall, the other was short and chubby, with long hair and a crossbow-shaped weapon in his hand.

It was Monk Iron and someone who no one knew.

Beside them were three tall bamboo poles, and three corpses hung on them.

One of them is Qiao Feng.

There was also a corpse wearing a black veil hat and tall and thin. Princess Xixia squeezed out of the crowd and saw the corpse of the black veil hat and kneeled down weakly.

"Son!" Dao Baifeng saw another corpse, dressed in white brocade clothes, and was dressed in a scholar. She cried and rolled over and rushed over.

A dazzling and straight red light suddenly shot out from the short, long-haired young man's strange weapon, and hit a man's tall earth wave in front of the sword Baifeng.

Master Kurong from Tianlong Temple jumped out of the crowd, grabbed the shoulders of Dao Baifeng, covered in mud, with one arm, and rescued her back.

In the sky above Shaolin Temple, there is a strange space above a strange cloud, and the Xianshan Qiong Pavilion is arranged in it.

Colorful clouds floated out of the incense burner, covering the entire fairyland during the period.

Between the pavilions, one of the courtyards, Zhou Zhou and the others sat together, each holding a telescope and looking at Shaoshi Mountain below. (To be continued)

ps: It seems that only twenty people are reading my book, and suddenly I feel that I have no motivation at all. I feel that I am not suitable for writing novels. I can't grasp the fun, and I write it inconsistency. Do you have to take the heavy taste or imitate it completely? I saw this book on a website before, and I said that I didn't want to read the first sentence. I was really a little discouraged.
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