Fang Shiyu's grandfather Miao Xian and Zen Master Zhishan were brothers of the same school. As a Buddhist for three generations, he has been influenced by Shaolin since childhood. He has always regarded Shaolin as the holy place of martial arts in his mind.

This time, Li Xiaohuan was forced to commit suicide and had to escape into Shaolin to avoid disaster. Fang Shiyu felt like she was getting what she wanted, but on the other hand, she felt a sense of depression.

He took the initiative to go to Shaolin and forced him to go to Shaolin, which are completely different concepts.

And who is Li Xiaohuan?

The daughter of Wudang Su Lao Li Bashan, a serious Wudang disciple.

Therefore, it is difficult for Fang Shiyu to have a good impression of Taoist priests.

And what did a Taoist priest run to Shaolin territory to do?

Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan and Hu Huigan couldn't help but look suspicious on their faces, and they looked at Song Mingjing intently.

It was also thanks to Song Mingjing not wearing the Wudang Taoist robe, otherwise Fang Shiyu and his party would be as if they were facing a great enemy.

Fang Shiyu didn't care about his desire for his mouth. He had always had a straight-bellied temperament and said straight: "Little Taoist, why are you doing here on my Shaolin territory?"

"Shaolin territory?!"

Song Mingjing slowly flipped the grill, without raising his eyelids, and only chuckled: "This Jiulian Mountain has been around for thousands of years. It is created by heaven and earth. When will it belong to you Shaolin? What's more, I gallop like this world's great responsibility. I will come whenever I want to come, and leave whenever I want to. Do you have any control?"

"What did you say? Do you want to fight?"

Fang Shiyu was so angry that he almost rushed up. Hu Huigan and Hong Xiguan hurriedly reached out to stop him, but he also stared at Song Mingjing with a bad look.

Fang Shiyu is a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty. He can trust his back as a brother to him with confidence. He will definitely accompany you to death without frowning.

But this doesn't mean he has a good temper.

On the contrary, Fang Shiyu has a firecracker personality and is a firecracker. He is rebellious and stubborn, and likes to fight.

When they met Hong Xiguan, they had a disagreement and fists to each other, and eventually became friends of life and death.

When I met the monk Sande, I used my old fist and beat the former hard, and later became a friend of life and death.

He and Tong Qianjin both had no fight and had a close relationship.

When he met Ling Xiaoxiao, he was also reckless and beaten first, and finally Ling Xiaoxiao became his wife.

"Just let's fight!" Song Mingjing glanced at Fang Shiyu and said leisurely: "With your skills, I'm afraid I can't even take over three moves or two moves. It's almost the same if your grandfather came."

This understatement of tone has no contempt, as if it was just a fact that it was just a plain statement, but Fang Shiyu was even more angry and pointed at Song Mingjing and said, "Everyone can do it, if you have the ability, you can compete with me alone in fist and foot skills, and you are not allowed to use weapons. If we Fang Shiyu can't beat you down, I will lose."

Fang Shiyu saw the long sword placed in front of Song Mingjing. Although she was angry, she was not blinded by anger and used words to squeeze the other party without using weapons.

"Shiyu, calm down. Have you forgotten how we came to Shaolin? If you get into trouble again, you will definitely be driven down the mountain by Uncle Zhineng." Hu Huigan tried his best to dissuade him.

"Shiyu, it's time for us to go back to the temple!" Monk Sande clasped his hands together and bowed to Song Mingjing, "Master Xiao, we're leaving."

As he said that, he reached out and pulled Fang Shiyu. On the other side, Hong Xiguan and Hu Huigan were also half-standing Fang Shiyu. The four of them turned around and were about to leave.

At this time, the roasted chicken was already cooked. Song Mingjing took off the grill and tore off a chicken leg. It seemed that he couldn't feel the hotness. After chewing a few bites, he swallowed a whole chicken leg with the belt bone, and said, "Don't you want to know why I came to Shaolin?"

The backs of Monk Sande and others suddenly paused.

Song Mingjing said: "I have always heard that Shaolin martial arts is powerful in the martial arts world. Zen Master Zhishan is one of the few masters in the world. This time I entered Shaolin, I want to learn about the best skills to see if he deserves his name."

Hong Xiguan, Hu Huigan let go of Fang Shiyu, and the others turned around and stared at Song Mingjing.

In the past few months they have entered Shaolin to study art, in addition to making some friends, the one they respected and admired the most was Zen Master Zhishan.

Zen Master Zhishan treated them like his master and father. Even the rebellious Fang Shiyu came to Zhishan and became an obedient and good baby.

It is precisely because of respecting Zen Master Zhishan that others cannot be allowed to be despised.

Even the monk Sande, who had always been peaceful in his mind, shook his head slightly and frowned when he looked at Song Mingjing.

Fang Shiyu pinched her finger joints and said, "It seems that you really want to be beaten."

Song Mingjing pulled off another chicken leg and smiled and said, "If you can beat me up, please give me this chicken leg."

The reason why he deliberately found fault was because he was so curious that he wanted to see how Fang and Hong made progress over the past few months.

Fang Shiyu was trained by Miao Cuihua as a child, and she used her medicinal bath to clean her body every day. Over time, she was able to get a piece of copper and iron bones.

Hong Xiguan is the founder of "Hongquan" in folk legends. Both of them can be called martial arts geniuses. Once they entered Shaolin, they were given various small trainings. I don’t know how much they grew up a few months ago.

"Save it for yourself!"

Fang Shiyu snorted coldly, stepped forward, went out his legs and swept across the border like a whirlwind. The burning bonfire swept away with a "bang" and suddenly smashed towards Song Mingjing.

Song Ming's temples seemed to have a spring, and his originally sitting figure suddenly rose up. He turned in the air and avoided the bonfire that was hitting his face and landed behind Fang Shiyu.

Monk Sande hurriedly shouted, "Shiyu is careful."

Fang Shiyu was not slow either. He turned around suddenly, swung his fists, and used the "Sea of ​​Tribulation" in the Arhat Fist, attacking Song Ming's camera neck.

With a "bang", Fang Shiyu's fist was intercepted in the air just halfway through. Song Mingjing's body was half lying, as if he was leaning in the air, and he hit Fang Shiyu's fist with one foot. With a sudden force, he forced him to retreat.

Then a strong wind blew up his body, and the fallen leaves of sand and gravel in the forest rolled up and down. Song Mingjing pressed Fang Shiyu's chest with a palm.

A soft energy came through his clothes, which shocked Fang Shiyu's body. He knew that he could not get this palm in any way. He didn't care about his image and slid away on the spot.

At this moment, there was a wet and greasy feeling in my mouth. I only heard the other party smile and said, "It seems that you don't like chicken legs, so how does this chicken butt taste?"

Fang Shiyu slid about a foot, stood up, and spit out a piece of flesh from his mouth, looking ugly.

He was the only one who teased others, and it was the first time he was fooled by others like this. But the fight between breaths also taught him that the opponent's martial arts skills were not something he could compete with now.

Song Mingjing had swallowed another chicken leg and threw the grill away. He clapped his hands and looked at Sande who was running over to stand with Fang Shiyu. Hong Xiguan and others, and smiled and said, "I said it a long time ago that you can't do it alone, so you should come and play with me a few games... Hum?"

Speaking of this, Song Mingjing's eyes suddenly turned, and the sound of clothes breaking through the wind sounded again in the direction of the mountain road, and two people were rushing towards the mountain.
Chapter completed!