"happy!"
Xiao Feng let out a long roar, this battle was really hearty, and the frustration of these days was finally washed away today.
He knocked Xuan Ji away with one palm. Years of fighting experience made Xiao Feng not give up. His eyes turned and fell on Xuan Nan again.
He didn't intend to kill him, but the premise was that these people had to lie on the ground and talk to him first, so that they could calmly listen to him tell what happened to him during this period, and what kind of burden he had. of injustice.
XuanNan kept retreating, and as he retreated, the already timid martial arts heroes around him also slowly retreated.
"Don't you want to kill Qiao? Why haven't you come forward yet?"
Xiao Feng sneered. He had already seen through these so-called martial arts heroes. They were just bullies who were afraid of the strong. He snorted coldly and was ready to take action again.
And at this moment, a loud voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha's name seemed to be hundreds of miles away, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears.
In addition to the Buddha's name, at this moment everyone's ears were filled with bursts of Sanskrit sounds, as if countless monks were reciting Buddhist scriptures. The magnificent Buddhist scriptures rang out, and Xiao Feng's fighting spirit, which had been superimposed to the extreme, gradually began to fade away.
At this moment, everything in the world seems to be bathed in Buddha's light, and everything becomes quiet and peaceful.
Song Xuan frowned and looked up at the sky. At this moment, he felt that the sky and the earth seemed to overlap. Between the heaven and the earth, a special law fluctuated, as if it had temporarily taken over this place.
The wind stopped, the clouds settled, and even the colors turned into dark gray. Everything in front of me seemed to have turned into an ink painting. Everything was still. There was a depressing feeling of being forced from a three-dimensional world into a two-dimensional world.
Song Qian was surrounded by the light of the soul, resisting the special power spreading around her. At this moment, her face was more solemn than ever before, and she said in a deep voice: "Is this the realm of martial arts?"
Song Xuan nodded, "You are so smart, you are really a great master!"
Victoria Song sneered, "How did I know it was such a coincidence?"
At this moment, a shadow appeared behind Yao Yue. She opened her mouth and inhaled suddenly, and the invisible waves dispersed. The next moment, she seemed to break free from the ink painting and regain control of her body again.
After doing this, the shadow disappeared into her body in a flash, and Yao Yue's face was cold, "We are hundreds of miles apart, and before anyone has arrived, the scattered martial arts field alone has such a powerful suppressive power. The power of the great master is as terrifying as Si!"
"Amitabha!"
In the void, the sound of Buddha sounded again. Compared with the grandeur just now, this time it was much calmer, with an aura of compassion that could save the world.
As the Buddha's chant fell, a golden stream of water seemed to appear in the void, and as the stream of light spread, more than ten seconds later, a tall and thin old monk walked out of the light and shadow.
He seemed to be in a hurry, and he was holding a big broom in his hand. It seemed that not long ago, he was sweeping the floor.
Song Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. Is this old monk the hidden BOSS sweeping monk of Shaolin?
Shaolin, in this world of high martial arts, can still become one of the holy places of martial arts, and it has also established branch temples in several states, so there must be a great master in charge.
Song Xuan never doubted this.
I just didn't expect that the sweeping monk who shouldn't have appeared in the battle of Juxianzhuang suddenly appeared at this moment. I have to say that Song Qian, the destined girl, is really amazing.
She wanted to see the Grand Master, and then the Grand Master came!
Ever since she became a perfect master, Song Qian's words have become more and more effective. If she cultivates higher in the future and becomes a great master, wouldn't she be able to follow her words?
It seems that it is necessary to put a seal on Song Erni's mouth in the future!
As soon as he appeared, the sweeping monk didn't even look at the others, his eyes stayed directly on Song Xuan and the others.
"The poor monk has lived in seclusion for decades and has never paid attention to the mortal world. Today he is very quiet and restless. He happened to sense that the juniors in our temple were in danger, so he came to check it out."
The sweeping monk looked kind and compassionate, "I wonder which sect the three donors are from?"
He did not use his mental power to explore the situation of Song Xuan and the others.
After all, he can still move freely in his martial arts field. The person who can do this in this world is definitely not an ordinary person.
First, among these three people, there is also a great master who is not weaker than him, and can offset his domain suppression.
Second, these three people have extraordinary origins. Although they are not great masters, they are all legendary flawless masters. With the power of martial arts souls, they can resist the pressure of their own fields.
Of course, this situation is very rare. It is rare for a perfect master to appear once every hundred years. Three of them appear here at once. The sweeping monk naturally does not think this is possible.
Therefore, among the three people wearing bamboo hats below, there must be a Grandmaster-level existence!
I thought it was just a conflict between the juniors in the martial arts world, but I didn't expect that there was a great master hidden in this small Juxian Manor. This situation was not expected by the sweeping monk before he came.
But now that it has been confirmed that there is a great master below, the sweeping monk's attitude has become very kind. Without knowing the root cause, he is not willing to provoke a big enemy for Shaolin.
Therefore, the moment he finished speaking, with a thought in his mind, the pressure of the domain that enveloped hundreds of miles in radius suddenly receded, and the world that was originally as stagnant as an ink painting came to life again at this moment.
Xiao Feng stood still and did not move. The martial arts heroes also shivered and retreated to the periphery, staring dumbfounded at the old monk emitting Buddha's light in the sky.
Just now their bodies were restricted and unable to move, but their hearing, vision and thinking were not affected. Anyone who is not stupid knows that above Juxian Village, there is an indescribable god-like existence.
The two eminent monks Xuanji and Xuannan looked at each other with looks of horror, excitement and disbelief in their eyes.
This old monk should be a Shaolin monk based on his clothing. But the question is, as Shaolin senior officials, why have they never seen this old monk?
The two of them wanted to ask, but they didn't dare to judge whether the other party was an enemy or a friend. After thinking for a while, they decided to wait and see to see the situation first.
It is said that many great masters have eccentric temperaments. If someone just finds Shaolin monks' robes interesting and likes to wear them for fun, rushing to have a relationship with them will only make people unhappy and annoying.
At this time, Song Xuan raised the fly whisk in his hand and said with a faint smile: "The leader of the poor Taoist Xuanmen Tianzong, his Taoist name is Xuantian, I wonder what the master calls him?"
The sweeping monk clapped the broom in his hand and said with a smile: "The poor monk has no name and no surname. He is just an old Shaolin sweeping monk. He cannot be called a master!"
