After hearing this, all the monks were shocked in their hearts, and they all turned around and looked outside the hall.
At this moment, a young man and a girl walked in outside the hall...
The girl was dressed in green clothes, with a round face and a small dimple at the corner of her mouth. Her face was like the morning glow. She followed the young man with a pair of big eyes looking around, full of curiosity and without any fear.
The young man, dressed in flawless white clothes, walked into the temple. His steps were lazy and slow, as if he had no strength and would fall down at any time.
He looked to be in his mid-twenties, but his white hair made his whole person full of evil.
Although his face looks quite young, there is nothing childish about it. On the contrary, it makes people feel that he has gone through ups and downs and seen through the world, and there is nothing in the world that he cares about anymore.
His lazy look gives people a feeling of not caring about anything, which makes people feel his cynical nature.
"Amitabha."
A Buddha's name came out of Xuanci's mouth. He took a step forward and asked: "If you dare to ask, feel free to ask. Let the donor face you."
Ranyi smiled and nodded: "Are you Xuanci?"
Xuanci responded: "Old man Xuanci, I have met any donor."
He paused slightly and then asked: "Let the benefactor break into my Shaolin Daxiong Palace. I wonder what the benefactor wants?"
Randomly said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I plan to go to your Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, so I have a word with you, the abbot."
Isn't this a big deal?
When the monks heard his arrogant words, their faces showed anger.
Xuanci said: "The Sutra Collection Pavilion is an important place in this temple. I don't know what's the point of letting the donor go to the Sutra Collection Pavilion?"
Ranran chuckled and said: "Then you don't need to take care of it, you just need to ask someone to lead me!"
Xuannian said sternly: "The donor does not take Shaolin seriously enough. The important place in my temple is not a place you can go to whenever you want."
Ranyi said calmly: "You are right, I don't take your Shaolin into my eyes at all. Not to mention your Shaolin Hidden Gold Pavilion, even the Great Inner Forbidden Palace, I can go to it at will."
"You... okay, let me see if your skills are as good as your words."
He clasped his palms together, then spread them out, one after the other, and a scream broke through the air. His palms had already hit his left shoulder before the scream.
What he used seemed to be a palm technique, but it was actually a grasping technique.
Indra's grip is one of the four major grips among Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, along with Thirteen grips, Nirvana grips, and Dragon grips. It has its own merits and its power is naturally extraordinary.
However, he casually struck out with his palm, and Xuan Nian took it hard...
When Xuan Nian's five fingers were about to grab his palm and intercept his palm movement, he suddenly discovered that this palm actually had five levels of terrifying power.
The first level is palm power, which is as powerful as a ten thousand gun.
The second level is strength, the strength of stormy waves.
The third level is soft power, overwhelming soft power.
The fourth level is rigid force, the rigid force that can break mountains and crack rocks.
The last layer is the Yin force, a force that kills everything, a Yin force that annihilates any true energy.
Shidan Mianzhang was improved after he obtained the 'Beiming Divine Art' at will. Now he can combine five kinds of power in one palm.
When the five forces were forced to attack at the same time, even if Xuan Nian used his whole body to resist the first palm force, his muscles were divided by the subsequent force, the soft force broke the bones, the rigid force shattered the inner palace, and the Yin force was destroyed. Dantian.
A heartbreaking pain made him scream and fly out.
The two monks, Xuan Gu and Xuan Sheng, quickly flew to stabilize Xuan Nian's figure.
When the three of them fell, Xuan Gu was just about to help Senior Brother Xuannian calm down his heart, but he exclaimed: "Senior Brother, he... his bones were broken, his muscles and veins were damaged, and his internal organs were all torn apart..."
Xuan Sheng continued: "Even...even the Dantian was destroyed."
As soon as these words came out, it was already said that Xuan Nian was paralyzed and disabled, and the faces of the monks changed drastically.
Xuanci said with a moved expression: "Donor Ren, don't you think you are taking too heavy a blow?"
Ranran smiled and said: "Since you are cultivating Buddhism, why do you need to practice martial arts? I am not fulfilling him."
"Devil, you are so vicious!"
"Today I, Shaolin, will subjugate demons."
"Devil, I want to seek justice for Senior Brother Xuannian."
The four monks Xuanjing, Xuanmie, Xuangui and Xuanzhi took action at the same time...
They are already quite old, and their martial arts skills are not bad. A young junior actually dares to run wild in Shaolin, and dares to show such brutal methods in front of all of them.
The four of them each approached at will, each of the four of them used their own methods, and each of the four of them showed off their unique skills. They vowed to take down this demon, bring blood hatred to Shaolin, and eliminate harm to the martial arts.
Zhong Ling stepped back and stepped forward at will.
When this step fell, his figure became extremely light and moved like the wind.
His figure became extremely fast, flying like the wind.
The same is true, any body posture floats out of the dust like the wind. With a raise of a hand, a move of a foot, or a spin, the four people vomit blood and fly upside down in an instant.
He was just swaying casually, without any intention of focusing, but he fired four palms in a row, defeating four people in a row. He didn't have enough strength to lose a point, and he couldn't make half a move.
The monks were horrified. Xuannan, Xuanji, Xuanyin, and Xuanhan stepped forward to check the injuries of the four of them, and they all looked horrified and angry at the same time.
"You...you are so hateful!"
Ranran said calmly: "You don't accept it either?"
His martial arts is so strong that few people can understand it, but this is Shaolin after all, and no matter what, this is the Shaolin Grand Hall.
Just when Xuannan stood up and was about to order the monks to subjugate the demons, Xuanci suddenly said: "Does Donor Ren really want to embarrass me, Shaolin?"
Random chuckled and said: "I said I want to go to the Sutra Pavilion, so you have to welcome me into the pavilion respectfully. If I want to leave, you also have to see me off respectfully."
Xuanci said angrily: "The donor is really bullying people too much."
Ranyi smiled and said: "Ren has always been domineering. No matter how much I bully others, you must endure it and suffer! If you don't, Ren will raze your Shaolin Temple."
He said these words like a joke, but none of the monks in the hall smiled at all. They all had expressions of anger, as if they were gathering together.
Xuanci let out a long sigh and said: "It has been more than six hundred years since I built the Shaolin Temple, and I have gone through countless ups and downs. The donor wants to raze my Shaolin Temple, but he really doesn't take this temple seriously."
Randomly smiled and said nothing, just stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
The Xianyin sword was always on his waist, but few people noticed the sword on his waist!
Seeing him reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword at this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the sword... Is this demon going to draw the sword? Can he also use swordsmanship? What should his swordsmanship be like? Is his swordsmanship more powerful than his palm skills?
Obviously, no one in the world will know these answers before the Xianyin Sword is unsheathed.
But even before the sword was unsheathed, the monks already felt an indescribable fear.
He stood in front of more than a thousand monks. At this moment, he had an attitude of looking down on the world and asking who else to give up. His eyes at this moment seemed to look down on all living beings in the world with arrogance.
While the monks were looking at each other, a feeling of panic arose spontaneously.
Suddenly, I heard an old voice outside the hall say: "How good, how good! The Lord Marquis has come from afar, and the young monk missed the opportunity to welcome him from afar. I really atone for my sins!"
When the monks were stunned, the random hand finally left the hilt of the sword.
