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Liu'er's figure flashed as she appeared in front of them. Hu Dazhi's Freezing Snow Palm was extremely cold, and the four monks who knew him better than him unleashed a "Breaking into the Shaolin" fist technique to compete with him. Although this set of "Breaking Shaolin" was not the seventy-two ultimate skill of the Shaolin Temple, when all four of them used it together, its power was not small either. Liu'er had seen a few moves and was already familiar with the boxing path of the four monks. She could not call out to many people, so she had no choice but to jump into the circle. He waved his left hand to block the incoming fist from the four monks while his right hand formed a palm to meet Hu Dazhi's attack.

In a split-second, the four monks were all separated by Liu'er's arm. The monk was so strong that he managed to stumble and barely stand after falling seven or eight steps back. There was even a monk who became dizzy and his chest felt stuffy after bumping into a pine tree. Hu Dazhi felt like he was in the middle of a surging wave after his palms were caught by Liu'er. He took two or three steps back and forced himself to stay still as he said in shock, "It's only been a short month, but his skill has improved so much!

Zhao Lingqiu, who had finished playing Wu Ying, saw Liu'er attack and beat back Shaolin monk. She could not help but feel happy and said, "Little rascal, your skills are so great! "These monks are bullying me. Quickly kill them to avenge me."

The fourth monk was shocked and angry after he was pushed back by Zhao Lingqiu. Hearing her say this, he was sure that Liu'er was on her side. One of the monks shouted, "Who are you? How could you not know your limits and come to Shaolin Temple to behave atrociously? " Liu'er knew that they had misunderstood, so she did not get angry. She replied, "Masters, please calm your anger. I saw that you were fighting non-stop, so I stopped you. Please forgive me for offending you." The monk said, "Who are you? What are you doing in my Shaolin Temple? " His tone was still indignant.

Liu'er said in her heart: "Shaolin Temple is a peaceful and quiet place of buddhism, how can there be such a angry monk?" He was slightly displeased, but he still replied truthfully, "I am Ye Lang. I was entrusted by a friend to meet with you at your temple." The Four Monks saw that Liu'er was just a young man, how could he be acquainted with Hui like a martial uncle? Wu Ying and the others who came with them were all full of anger, and did not seem like good people. They believed Liu'er's words and shouted again, "Uncle Hui Ru has been busy entertaining the heads of the various sects these days, so I don't have time to play with a kid like you. Come back in a few days.

Liu'er was polite, but those monks were still angry, their tone arrogant and disrespectful. Liu'er came to Shaolin Temple because she had no other choice. When she saw them treat her like this, she became angry. Wu Ying said to Zhao Lingqiu, "Girl, you're right. These little bald donkeys don't know what's good for them. They deserve to be killed." Even though Zhao Lingqiu was angry, he was still childish. When he heard Wu Ying call Shaolin a monk like her, he felt that this person was not that disgusting. He nodded and agreed, "Yes! What great prestige, there is a great monk, all of this was something that he boasted about himself, in my opinion, it was just a false reputation. " Wu Ying continued, "The use of the words' false reputation 'is indeed perfect. "Rumor has it that there are 72 secret arts in Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world, and seeing them today, they have only gained a false reputation."

The fourth monk was furious and had yet to reply. However, a person in the sky said, "Benefactor, you have quite the manner of speaking! This little one will rely on this false name to learn a few moves from Benefactor! " No one saw him, so they first heard his voice. The sound of this person was like a loud bell, calm and powerful. He knew that the experts of the temple had arrived and were all looking towards the entrance of the Shaolin Temple. There was no sign of the door opening, only two whooshing sounds, as if someone was swinging a stick. Following the shadow that flashed on the wall of the temple, a monk jumped out of the wall with a arhat in his hand. His feet were not in a hurry as he scanned the crowd, brandishing the staff in his hand twice before heading in Wu Ying's direction.

Based on his appearance and stature, this monk was actually able to distinguish the speaker.

When Liu'er saw that his two movement techniques were the same as those used by monks in the Treasure House, it was only when he still had a little knowledge of martial arts did he understand. He knew that this method of borrowing force through the air required a lot of inner strength and thought: "This monk's martial arts is so strong, he should be Master's junior brother."

In the blink of an eye, the monk landed beside Wu Ying, put his hands together and stood up solemnly, saying, "This benefactor, the law of the state, the temple has its rules. This little monk and his juniors followed the rules of this temple. There was nothing wrong with his words. If he were to offend the benefactors, this temple's Discipline Academy would punish them. However, it was highly inappropriate for the Sect Leader to speak rudely and damage the reputation of Young Master Lin. Sir, please instruct this little monk for a few moves! " Wu Ying knew that he was no match for this person, but since he had spoken, how could he go back on his words? "I, Old Wu, am here to experience Shaolin Temple's advanced techniques."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed in front of the monk and clapped his hands on his shoulders. When that person saw that he didn't use his weapon and threw the arhat into the air, his body didn't move, as if he wanted to receive the palm strike head on. Wu Ying was furious and shouted, "Little monk, don't be arrogant!" Just as his hand was about to touch the robe, that person suddenly turned his back, drew a circle with his arms, and grabbed Wu Ying's arm. There was nothing exquisite about this grab, but for some reason, Wu Ying couldn't dodge it. Both of her arms were grabbed by the monk, as if there were two golden hoops on them. The monk then moved his left hand to the right and his right hand to the left, wrapping Wu Ying's arms around his chest. His right hand turned into a palm and struck towards Wu Ying's arms. Wu Ying was pushed back a few meters before crashing to the ground.

That arhat fell from the sky. The monk reached out his hand to catch it and struck it to the ground. He put one hand together and solemnly said: "You have let me win!"

Wu Ying's arms were wrapped around by Shi Yan, but he still had the energy to break them apart even after he had thrown them out. Wu Ying felt as if her body had been torn apart. She was in great pain. Wu Ying sat there holding back for a while before saying, "Shaolin's kung fu is unspeakable, how would Old Wu dare to give in!" His right hand suddenly moved forward and threw over an item. He then said, "I don't have anything of value with me. I'll return it to you." The monk stretched out his hand and caught it. When he saw that it was a string of buddhist beads, he realized that the buddhist beads on his left arm had been stolen by him. With a face that was filled with both anger and anger, he said, "Good move, benefactor."

The two of them only exchanged one move. Although they each had an advantage, Wu Ying was pushed back with his palm and flew out more than ten feet away. However, the monks did not move at all. Liu'er saw that the monk had wrapped his arms around Wu Ying and knew that he had deliberately protected Wu Ying's heart veins. She could not help but admire him and applaud him. "What a good young master!" That person sized him up and said, "I don't know how to address you, young Benefactor. Were you the junior brothers that Almsgiver taught me a lesson just now?" Liu'er said apologetically: "Master, you are being too serious. How dare I teach the monks of Shaolin Temple a lesson? I am afraid that the fight will be useless and I will hurt your friendship. This is why I stopped them. I never thought that it would be a sin to accidentally injure a few of their masters. "

That person became slightly angry and said, "In that case, it seems that this little monk's junior brothers are useless. Almsgiver was not careful and actually sent the four monks of Shaolin Temple flying. I believe that Almsgiver must be a master with a unique skill. "