Kong Zhi was filled with anger by Yang Yi's words, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

Now that the Ming Cult is in great momentum, believers from all over the country raised troops to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, and all directions responded. The title "The Holy Master of Light is still alive and respected by Yang Yi" resounded throughout the Central Plains, with great reputation and was well-known to everyone. If the resistance to the Yuan Dynasty is successful in the future and nothing unexpected happens, Yang Yi will be the one who is facing the south to proclaim himself emperor.

People really have the confidence to speak loudly.

Kong Zhi looked at Yang Yi again and nodded: "Master Yang is so arrogant that he is so arrogant. The old monk doesn't know how to comment. Let's follow me to see the three uncles before talking!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and never looked back.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "After all, I have to do it!"

Kongzhi moved straight forward without answering.

Yang Yi followed Kong Zhi all the way in. When the monks saw Yang Yi, they all looked at him. Several monks even kept stuttering on the Zen stick in their hands, making a thudding sound, looking at Yang Yi with a bad face.

Yang Yi laughed and waved, "Ye, are you playing music to welcome the guests, are you welcome? Why do you guys be so grand? You're welcome, you're welcome!"

When several old monks with white eyebrows heard this, they were so angry that their beards floated away, their bodies trembled, and they couldn't stop chanting Buddha's name.

But even though these monks were angry again, they did not dare to be arrogant towards Yang Yi. First, because the abbot had ordered Yang Yi to make things difficult for him, and second, they had already experienced Yang Yi's power these days, and they just pretended to be indignant. If they really wanted to do it, not many people had the courage to do so.

Kong Zhi was ahead but the eight winds were still moving, with no expression on his face.

When he walked to the back door of the temple and waited until he was about to go down the mountain through the back door, Yang Yi asked, "You three uncles are not in the temple?"

Kongzhi said: "It is not on this mountain, but on another mountain."

Yang Yi stopped and said, "Since that's the case, let them see me! The three old monks are worth my crossing mountains and ridges to ask for a meeting?"

Kong Zhi said: "Master Yang came to Shaolin to ask for people. Do you need my three uncles to welcome him personally?"

Yang Yi said: "I am here to ask for people, not to ask for people!"

Kong Zhi's anger surged and could no longer bear it. Even though he knew it was not Yang Yi's opponent, he still patted Yang Yi: "Good devil, I won't fight my life, and I will fight you too!"

Yang Yi saw him stepping out his palm. He was so majestic that he looked a little normal. Before he could reach his right palm, he had already slapped his left palm, and his power was extremely amazing.

Yang Yi stretched out his palm to greet him and smiled and said, "You have cultivated 11 skills in Shaolin. I am just trying to see and see!" After he finished speaking, he had already connected the Thirteen Palms of Kongzhi.

Although Kong Zhi is not tall, thin, dry, and has a drooping corner of his mouth, and looks like he dies prematurely, his kung fu is very handsome. After slapped more than a dozen palms, he stomped his feet and closed his palms, changed his palms into fists like lightning, and then turned his fists into fingers, quickly tapping Yang Yi's big acupoints around his body. In a moment, he had changed several sets of kung fu, including fingering, palm techniques, boxing techniques, and leg techniques. All of them were exquisite and powerful.

The 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple have been no one who has mastered more than twelve abilities for thousands of years. Although this emptiness wisdom has not exceeded twelve abilities, he has practiced as many as eleven abilities. The four Shaolin monks have "seeing and hearing wisdom" and the skill of this emptiness wisdom is even more brilliant than the emptiness dragon claw hand.

But even if he cultivated all the seventy-two unique skills, he might not be able to compete with Yang Yi. Moreover, he only has the qualifications to cultivate eleven.

Yang Yi and him rolled and dismantled hundreds of tricks, and after seeing all the eleven Shaolin skills he had cultivated, he gently reached out and grabbed him.

After being held by Yang Yi, Kongzhi sighed inwardly and said, "Master Yang, I attacked you 1143 times in a row, and no move can touch you, and you just grabbed me with just one grab. My three uncles are determined not to do this. With your ability, you are indeed qualified to let my uncle come to see you!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Which mountain is your three uncles now?"

Kongzhi said: "It's on the mountain diagonally opposite."

Yang Yi looked into the distance, looked at the opposite side a few times, and asked, "But the top of the mountain with only three big trees on the top?"

Kong Zhi was shocked when he heard this. At this time, the red sun sets westward and it is already dusk. The leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Yi, could see clearly the things on the top of the mountain opposite, and even the three big trees on the top of the peak could tell. This kind of vision was really incredible.

Yang Yi asked a few more questions, and Kong Zhi came to his senses and said in a stern voice: "The three uncles are indeed there."

Yang Yi said: "That's good! Now that the event is on, I'm too lazy to wait for them to see me anymore, so I'll meet them now!" He grabbed Kong Zhi's neck, stretched out his hand, and threw him into Shaolin Temple.

No matter how the Shaolin Temple reacted, Yang Yi looked at the opposite peak, stepped down the mountain, and walked towards the opposite peak.

The grass is overgrown in the mountains behind Shaolin. Although there is a path, it is difficult to walk. However, for Yang Yi, he was walking on the flat ground. He stepped on the grass leaf buds and walked slowly. He didn't take a few steps, but in a blink of an eye, he had disappeared and disappeared, just like a ghost of a mandrill.

There is no path to the hill opposite, with chaotic branches and trees, and a desolate area.

By the time Yang Yi reached the top of the peak, it was already dark.

The top of the hill is bare and flat, with only three huge pine trees standing in the shape of a Pin character. The branches of the old pine are graceful and twisted, like a dragon.

These three big trees, one in the northeast corner, one in the northwest corner, and the other in the south, are in a triangle and natural formation.

Yang Yi walked to the top of the mountain and heard the beating of three hearts. The sound was coming from the three big trees, and there was a sound of breathing from Ruoshu, which was almost impossible to hear. Only the sound was heard, it was indeed three great masters.

But these three masters are hiding in the trunk of a tree.

At this time, there was a sound coming from the three pine trees.

There was an old voice inside the trunk of the pine tree in the south and said, "Two senior brothers, Yuanzhen disciple Sun said just now that the leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian, is dead, and another little devil who is more powerful than Yang Dingtian, has emerged, but I don't believe it."

The sound from the big tree in the northeast corner was also old, "Yuan Zhen's words are not trustworthy, but Kong Wen heard the brother-in-law come to explain it personally, how could it be false?"

The man from the south said, "When did this Demon Sect become so rampant? He dared to block my Shaolin gate. Yang Dingtian didn't dare to do this back then. Could it be that my Shaolin has now fallen to the point of being slaughtered by others? How did Kong Wen be the abbot?"

A voice came from the northwest corner: "I never thought that Yang Dingtian had been dead for many years, but my blind revenge was hard to avenge. We have been suffering for more than 30 years but it was a little useless." This voice was filled with endless hatred and regret.

The man in the south said, "Good, good, senior brother, this deep hatred will be recorded in this new little devil! Since he has become the leader of the Demon Sect, he must take over the grudges of the former leader."

The man in the northwest corner said, "Yes, the people in the Demon Cult do many evil things, so this little devil must not be left behind!"

A voice at the northwest corner said, "What the two junior brothers say is, this deep hatred is counted on this new devil. Master Kong Wen exaggerated him as an invincible person in the world, which really made me curious. I don't know what kind of young master he is to make Master Kong Wen so frightened and awe? I really want to meet him!"

The man from the south said: "Yes, I heard Yuanzhen's disciple Sun talk about some of the deeds of this person a few days ago. Although it was exaggerated, it should be true. I really want to see this person."
Chapter completed!