Master Xinjian, an eminent monk of the Shaolin "Xin" generation, and one of the seven protectors. This person became a monk on the way and became an art teacher. Before entering the mountain gate, he already had a great reputation in the world and was known as the "Qiqiao Scholar".
Bai Xiaosheng, this person has a very high reputation and knows everything about the world. The "Weapons Manual" he compiled stirred up the world. Proud people like Guo Songyang and Lu Fengxian, even though they are dissatisfied, believe that Bai Xiaosheng will never make mistakes.
But now, they are just two corpses, and all the glory they had during their lives has been lost.
Abbot Xinhu was almost trembling with anger. In front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, he could let the opponent kill two people in a row. Where did he put the dignity of Shaolin? At the same time, there was a wave of fear in my heart. There is such a master in the world, and he is still so young?
But at this time, it is no longer a time for Shaolin disciples to cherish their lives.
"The Shaolin monks obeyed the order and formed a formation of one hundred and eight Arhats."
Following the order from Abbot Xinhu, one hundred and hundreds of monks poured out like a tide, each of them as strong as an iron tower and as strong as a tiger.
Bang bang bang!
The footsteps were like thunder, and the figures were swaying in formation.
Yulian City actually didn't care and allowed them to surround themselves.
At the moment when the formation was formed, one hundred and hundreds of Shaolin disciples interacted with each other and merged into one, forming an inseparable whole. Faintly, it gives people a powerful deterrent effect.
Once this formation is completed, it is almost invincible, not to mention invincible.
"Tan Yue's sins are serious, but monks are compassionate, and this is also a pure place for Buddhism. Under the formation of one hundred and eight Arhats, Tan Yue's martial arts will be abolished, and he will be sent to the back mountain to sit for a while facing the wall to reduce his sins. Take refuge in my Buddha.”
Abbot Xinhu let out a sigh of relief. He had absolute confidence in the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation. No matter how expert he was trapped in it, he could only escape without help. In the history of Shaolin Temple, this formation has also resolved several crises.
"Stop talking, stop talking, your rhetoric makes me want to vomit." Yu Liancheng made a gesture of wanting to vomit: "But I advise you not to use the Arhat Formation."
Abbot Xinhu said coldly: "Oh, could it be that Tan Yue wants to take the initiative to put down his butcher knife and join Buddhism?"
"No, no, no, because although this 'One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation' has been famous in the world for a long time, it is really of no use to me."
Yu Liancheng said lightly: "Sword formations are created by people. As long as they are created by people, there will be flaws and omissions. Even my three sword techniques are the same. What's more, there are enough people who can use this formation. One hundred and eight people, these one hundred and eight people are equally good and bad, with varying abilities, so the flaws and omissions will naturally be bigger and more obvious."
Abbot Xinhu nodded and said: "Tan Yue is right, but before you can find any flaws, the Arhat Formation will have surrendered you."
Yu Liancheng stopped talking, just raised the love-stealing sword and stabbed it into the air.
This stab was obviously very fast, unparalleled in speed, but it gave people a feeling of slowness and freeze-frame, and it also carried a kind of misty and uncertain energy, like a wisp of breeze.
The breeze is naturally difficult to detect.
The next moment, this sword had undergone incredible changes.
The breeze turned into a violent wind that swept the world. A sword produced brilliance, and the ethereal sword shadows filled the void. This wind-like sword power may not be able to cover all 108 people, but it is enough to cover 30 to 40 monks.
Once this sword is activated, the sword energy will be swept across the thirty or forty monks. Each monk has different skills and reactions, so there will naturally be flaws and omissions.
Perhaps this omission is not obvious, but with Yu Liancheng's superb light skills and the sword power as powerful as a mountain, the formation of one hundred and eight Arhats will definitely be completely torn apart.
Once the Arhat Formation is broken, the entire Shaolin Temple will inevitably bleed and the mountain gate will be dyed red.
At this moment, Abbot Xinhu was covered in cold sweat, as were several other eminent monks of the Xinzi generation.
"The first condition of the deal is that I tell you about the traitor who stole the scriptures."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "The second condition of the deal is the lives of most of the Shaolin monks in the temple. Whether you believe it or not, if I let it go, not many of you will survive today. "
"How dare you?" The monks were furious.
Abbot Xinhu also had anger on his face: "Why should Yutan Yue be so aggressive?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and did not answer.
He turned his wrist and sheathed the long sword, but his whole body exuded a huge energy, like a tall sacred mountain that stretched across the heaven and earth, and his huge presence filled every inch of space.
He walked forward as if taking a leisurely stroll, as if he were enjoying the snow from a rich family.
The monks around Ben and other abbots gave the order and launched a continuous, thunder-like offensive.
But the abbot of Xinhu looked struggling and said nothing.
The abbot never spoke, so naturally the Arhat Formation could not be activated.
Yu Liancheng took a few steps forward and suddenly stopped.
He grabbed it casually, and a monk flew into his palm. He asked with a smile: "I almost forgot, I don't know where the Sutra Pavilion is. Please give me instructions."
The monk glared at Yulian City with his eyes. He originally wanted to shut up, but under the pressure of Yulian City's huge energy, his mind trembled and he couldn't help but reach out and pointed in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.
"Thank you." Yu Liancheng put down the monk and continued to move forward. The group of Shaolin monks who were blocking him also moved out of the way, and some monks were even unstable and staggered to the ground.
Looking at Yu Liancheng's figure gradually leaving, Monk Xindeng couldn't help but said: "Senior brother..."
Abbot Xinhu couldn't help but sigh, but he was speechless.
Monk Xinmei said in a pensive voice: "It's better... let him go to the Sutra Pavilion, otherwise the whole Shaolin..."
After reminiscing about old times, the monks were speechless.
Xinshu frowned and was the first to break the silence: "I just don't know who stole my Shaolin secret book?"
Of course the person who stole the book was not Yu Liancheng. With his martial arts skills, there was no need to do such a thing.
Monk Xinmei looked into the distance and saw the Shaolin monk previously assigned by Yulian City running towards the mountain gate and said, "Maybe we will know soon."
"I've met the three uncles and the abbot." The monk had already walked up to Xinhu and the others.
Xinmei looked at a small bag wrapped in oil paper in his hand and said, "What is that in your hand?"
The monk said: "Back to my uncle, I don't know, but Yutan Yue asked me to get it."
Xinmei said: "Open it."
"yes."
What was wrapped in the oil paper turned out to be a book, with five big characters on the cover.
——Dharma Yi Jin Jing.
This was also one of the stolen books.
He asked anxiously: "Where did you find this book?"
"In Uncle Xinjian's room."
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