Chapter 108

"Does the master intend to resolve this injustice?" Yang Xuan said to the sweeping monk.

"Benefactor, you have good eyesight. The old monk has this idea. If you can eliminate all the hostility of the two benefactors, you will have boundless merit and virtue." Sweeping monk.

"The difference between master's words is that Buddhism talks about cultivating afterlife. Some people can cross, but some people can't. don't the Buddhists also have the saying of angry eye King Kong, what do you think?" Yang Xuan disagreed.

"What should we do according to the almsgiver." Asked the sweeping monk. Now the sweeping monk can't see Yang Xuan's heel and foot. He can only see that Yang Xuan's internal skill is free and unfettered. Unfortunately, Yang Xuan is like a fog, which is hard to see and touch.

"Shaolin Temple's martial arts need to be dissolved by Buddhism. There are so many sayings that the so-called martial arts are used to kill people. Otherwise, why do so many people practice martial arts? And it is everyone's innate desire to become stronger. I think Xiao Yuanshan has been hurt too badly. You can do it yourself. I just don't want to let Murong Bo go." Yang Xuan said firmly.

"It's too violent and murderous. I don't know what to ask, benefactor." Asked the sweeper.

"Go ahead." Yang Xuan said casually.

"Benefactor, can you understand what you're doing when you kill? When you kill for the first time, the second time and the third time,,,,," the floor sweeping monk slowly influenced Yang Xuan with his spiritual strength.

Yang Xuan slowly recalled that the first time he killed someone was disgusting, but that person was an aggressor and had to die. The second time he killed someone, Yang Xuan felt that he had killed the wrong person and was annoyed for a long time. Later, as more and more people were killed, Yang Xuan became accustomed to killing people.

Gradually, Yang XuanZhen became very impatient, and his eyes slowly turned red.

The more Tong Piaoyun looks at Yang Xuan, the more wrong he is. He looks at Yang Xuan and the floor sweeper.

Tong Piaoyun didn't talk much nonsense. He bullied the body and took a palm of Tianshan's plum hand and hit the floor sweeping monk on the chest. The floor sweeping monk immediately began to fight with Tong Piaoyun. The two peerless Masters had great power in one palm, but they could well break out this power on their opponents, so that both sides fought very hot, but the surrounding things were not damaged at all.

At this time, the floor sweeping monk suddenly hit Tong Piaoyun directly. Tong Piaoyun fought back against the six Yang palms of Tianshan Mountain. Unexpectedly, the move of the right palm of the floor sweeping monk changed direction halfway. It was pure and false. When Tong Piaoyun reflected it, he was slapped on his shoulder and fell upside down in front of Yang Xuan.

Tong Piaoyun's skill is unfathomable. In addition, he has learned Chinese martial arts and has a strong physique. Although he is a little embarrassed by this palm, he is basically a fur wound.

But the fall did wake up Yang Xuan who was remembering, but Yang Xuan was more and more wrong. His eyes were red as if they were going to bleed.

Seeing Yang Xuan's situation, the sweeping monk immediately said, "if you want to watch the war, stay away as far as possible to avoid hurting the innocent." Then he looked at Yang Xuan and said, "benefactor, if you want to compete, you can come to the back mountain with me." With that, the sweeping monk showed his excellent lightness skill and walked away.

Yang Xuan roared and ran after the sweeping monk.

"Look, abbot?" Several Shaolin elders looked at themselves. Xuanci said, "one is my Shaolin elder, and the other is the one who has protected Shaolin and me today. We need to go together. If the two of us make a real fire, it's hard to clean up."

"The abbot is wise." The eminent monks chanted the Buddha's name and the way.

A large group of people began to follow up and watch the excitement.

Tong Piaoyun is concerned about Yang Xuan and runs all the way. He has always regarded himself as a strong man. Now he suddenly wakes up to know Yang Xuan. At the beginning, Yang Xuan protected himself all the way. He always thought that his martial arts were very high and it was difficult to find an enemy in the world. Unexpectedly, he met an unknown man in Shaolin Temple and hurt himself. Tong Piaoyun has never been so eager for strength as now.

"Dead monk, who made you remind me of those things? Who made you do this? You are really not afraid of death, ah." Yang Xuan roared with blood red eyes.

"The flesh is just a smelly skin bag. It seems that the benefactor did something that he regretted very much. How can he see through it if he doesn't face it." Sweeping monk

"You're so annoying." Yang Xuan roared. His body instantly withdrew its internal force to control his weight, and his body began to sink dozens of centimeters to the ground.

Yang Xuan gathered his internal skills and used the Tathagata palm to hit the floor sweeping monk. The floor sweeping monk was surprised. Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan's use of the skill was very contrary to the law, with a strong Buddhist flavor.

After a few moves with Yang Xuan, I found that although Yang Xuan's internal power was still the day after tomorrow and was essentially a big difference from himself, I found that it was as deep as a bottomless abyss and as choppy as the sea.

The sweeping monk changed his moves in an instant, from hard resistance to wandering around fighting Yang Xuan.

All the people watched around were stunned. During the fight between the two sides, the surrounding ground seemed to have been bombed by bombs.

"Dead monk, you're very powerful. You've reached your innate state. No wonder you can compete with me. Do you think this is all my strength? Then you're very wrong. Dead monk, show your strength, or you'll really die." Yang Xuan roared impatiently.

"Benefactor, Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing. Where does it provoke dust? Your mind is confused." Sweeping monk.

"Ha ha, although my internal skill level is not as good as yours, quantitative change can cause qualitative change. Look at the moves." Yang xuandao.

Although Yang Xuan was a little possessed, he still had the only reason left. He knew that he could gain the upper hand only by hand to hand combat with the sweeping monk. In an instant, Yang Xuan leaned forward, grabbed the sweeping monk's palm and turned it for a while. Unfortunately, he was pulled out by the sweeping monk. As soon as he floated, the sweeping monk seemed ordinary, but he blocked all kinds of attacks in the world with one palm, One step back and flash away from any pursuit in the world. The defense was tight and elegant, and then he stepped forward quickly and slapped Yang Xuan on the forehead.

Yang Xuan directly blocked it with his hand, pressed his head, locked his hand, turned his waist and horse, and directly twisted the sweeping monk half to the ground.

The floor sweeping monk is worthy of being the ultimate boss of Tianlong. His other hand quickly attacked Yang Xuan. Now Yang Xuan has the upper hand and directly fought hard. After that, he began a continuous melee without feeling close.

Yang Xuan just started to use capture. At that time, Li Shuwen had taught Yang Xuan a little. The main reason was that the floor sweeper felt that hard struggle was not necessarily a sure win, so he used a good strategy to encircle Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan used capture to shorten the distance between them. After they were in hand, they directly used the fiercest eight pole fist to eliminate the band. All they could use were elbows and knees.

With the sound of "touch", the sweeper finally flashed out of the range of Yang Xuan's melee after forcibly slapping Yang Xuan. He saw that the sweeper monk was beaten into a panda's eye, his nose and mouth were red, and a little blood dripping down his snow-white beard.