Chapter 109

The floor sweeper stood and recited Amitabha. "Young Xia, good skills. I haven't heard of those moves just now. Next, the old monk will try his best. Pay attention, young Xia."

Yang Xuan's head was a little confused at this time. He looked at the floor sweeper's anger and rushed straight up. Level eight fist, Tathagata palm, Tianshan folding plum hand, Tianshan six Yang palm and so on were all displayed. The first move was Tianshan six Yang palm, Yang Ge Tianjun, who directly cleaned the floor monk's chest. The last move has become an elbow blow of level eight fist. The floor sweeper is not vague. It is also a big tablet throwing hand to fight back, Then, with the vigorous Vajra palm, Weituo pestle and 72 unique skills of Shaolin, they fought back against Yang Xuan.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

The ground within tens of meters around them was like being bombed by a missile, and the people around them were stunned.

"Their martial arts have been improved. We'd better step back to avoid hurting the innocent." Xuanci pressed the shocked emotion.

"Dead monk, are you good? You can still fight at such an old age." Yang Xuan attacked and said.

"I admire your martial arts, young Xia, but I must dispel your anger today, or your martial arts will only ruin the lives of the world." The sweeping monk attacked while resisting.

Yang Xuan looked at him for a long time and couldn't attack or hide. The black flame appeared in his right hand. He split the mountain and cleaved down at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk is not vague. Although he is old, his reaction ability is not slow at all. In an instant, his hands are folded, and a three foot air wall bursts out of his body.

The sound of "Dang Dang" was heard all the time. It turned out to be the sound made by the intersection of axe and air wall.

Everyone around felt upset and irritable when they heard this sound. Some people with poor internal skill cultivation directly crossed their knees and sat at the low level of exercise skill.

The three foot air wall of the sweeping monk is really strong. It is almost one meter thick. It is both soft and hard. It responds to the saying of combining hardness and softness.

So Yang Xuan couldn't cut it, but if you look carefully, it's not difficult to see that the blood from the corners of the sweeping monk's mouth began to drip down slowly again.

Slowly, Yang Xuan lost his patience and was eager. He inadvertently led the evil Buddha body. Slowly, Yang Xuan's body began to grow, five meters, ten meters, and finally stopped at the level of 22 meters.

Yang Xuan showed his anger and took back the black flame's storage space. His fist nearly four meters hit the floor sweeping monk like a meteorite. The floor sweeping monk was hit like a ball in mid air. At this time, Yang Xuan grabbed the floor sweeping monk and smashed the air wall with an effort.

The sweeping monk's blood surged wildly and said intermittently, "I admire the almsgiver's magic power. I don't know if I can eliminate the hostility in my heart if I die."

Yang Xuan turned a deaf ear and prepared to crush the floor sweeper. At this time, Tong Piaoyun shouted as he ran, "Yang Xuan, don't kill anyone. You're going to be possessed. Remember me?"

Yang Xuan stared at Tong Ling's big eyes and looked at Tong Piaoyun. Waves of confusion and love slowly appeared in his violent eyes.

Looking at the sweeping monk in his hand, Yang Xuan's reason slowly returned. Looking at the dying sweeping monk, Yang Xuan thought and slowly input vitality to the sweeping monk.

"Thank you, young Xia. I'm all right." The floor sweeping monk who was instantly resurrected with blood put his hands together.

"Thank you, master. I'm angry. No wonder I've killed more and more people recently. It seems that I don't care about human life." Yang Xuan was annoyed.

"Young Xia, if you can wake up, you won't waste the old monk's advice. Amitabha." Sweeping monk.

After Yang Xuan put down the sweeping monk, his body slowly became smaller until he finally returned to normal.

Tong Piaoyun rushed up and said, "do you want to scare me to death? It's all my fault. I haven't found your difference for so long."

"It's all right. Isn't it good for me? By the way, let me wear a pair of pants first. Everyone is watching." Yang Xuan said shyly.

Hahaha, the people around are all roaring. Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan, who is as powerful as a demon, has such a funny side. The scene just now scared the people around him to death. Some people thought Yang Xuan was not human and wanted to come soon.

When Yang Xuan changed, even a few little monks in Shaolin shouted, "look, the monster appears."

Now think about the people around you want to laugh, but they can only endure the respect for the strong.

Yang Xuan changed his clothes and trousers, came over with Tong Piaoyun and the floor sweeping monk and said, "abbot xuanci, I'm really sorry that Yang Xuan is presumptuous today."

"Amitabha, almsgiver Yang has great powers. I admire him. I also congratulate almsgiver Yang on washing away his anger. Congratulations." Xuanci said politely.

"Thank you, abbot Haihan. Thanks for your help to wash away the anger. Today we are going to return to the Xiaoyao sect and deal with the delay. I will nag you again." Yang xuanke airway.

"Welcome to Shaolin, young Xia. The old monk must be waiting for you." The sweeping monk put his hands together.

The crowd dispersed slowly, and there was another true and false rumor in the Jianghu.

In a restaurant, there was a four immortals table. At this time, the four people were all coming and drinking. An expert from another state said, "I heard that Shaolin and the beggars' sect held a Wulin conference recently. I don't know the result. If I think it must be Shaolin, I didn't run."

The person asked and the other person next to him were silent one after another. Finally, he was really stubborn and didn't attend the Wulin friend said, "this Wulin conference actually has nothing to do with the beggars' sect and Xingxiu sect. It is a war between an unknown old monk of Shaolin and black evil scholars."

Another master in the prefecture said, "black evil scholar? It's said that he only came to the fore recently. It's estimated that he's only a young generation in the Jianghu. The unknown old monk of Shaolin is to guide him, right? I always say that young people who first come out of the Jianghu should be well educated, or they'll think they're a great Xia if they ride a horse and take a sword."

Asked about a middle-aged fat man, the fat man looked at him and said "Hoo, you can't believe it. If the venue of the war wasn't still there, I thought it was our dream. At that time, we followed the abbot of Shaolin to check whether there were foreign enemies in the Sutra Pavilion. Unexpectedly, the black evil scholar was led by the unknown old monk. The two fought in the back mountain. The war was really earth shaking, and the unknown old monk appeared three feet all over Air walls are invulnerable.

The black evil scholar turned into a giant about six feet in size and finally defeated the unknown old monk. Fortunately, his wife awakened his kindness, otherwise the unknown old monk would be killed. " After that, the fat man thought of something and shivered. He said, "the water in the Jianghu is deeper than I believe. It's like an ocean. I'm going to quit the Jianghu. Fortunately, I have some savings over the years. It's good to be a rich man. I'm really afraid." After that, the middle-aged fat man took a sip of bitter wine and shook his head with a bitter smile.

The two experts who didn't attend the Wulin meeting were as numb as a chicken. If they didn't know that this person never lied, they would be regarded as rumors spread by others.