The Arhat Formation that was moving in the field suddenly stopped after the sound of Yang Yi's sword. The rolling yellow smoke hidden with blood mist. The mountain wind blew, and the blood mist and yellow smoke spreading in the formation gradually dissipated, and the scene in the formation appeared in front of everyone.

Yang Yi held a sword in his hand, and in the independent field, one hundred and eight monks lay on the ground under his feet, motionless and silent.

The mountain wind continued to blow, Yang Yi's white robe sounded violently in the wind, and the long sword of the sky in his hand reflected the sun. A murderous aura could feel it even a hundred meters away. Even if it was a hundred meters away, the onlookers could feel it. In front of him, a peerless killing god with blood mist appeared like a trance, which made people feel palpitations and breathing.

Yang Yi glanced at the monk under his feet, suddenly withdrew his sword and returned to the sheath. His murderous aura disappeared for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Good formation! It can force me to draw my sword out of the sheath. This formation is indeed amazing!"

Everyone at the scene was captured by his power, and they all stood silently. It was not until Yang Yi stepped forward to Kong Wen and others that people from all walks of life that people from all walks of life came to their senses.

The big and small scholars of the Ming Cult cheered loudly, and Zhou Dian burst into laughter, "Shaolin bald donkey, you are so arrogant, what kind of bullshit formation is the big arhat formation, but my tutor leader has broken it? If you know the image, hand it over to Cheng Kun quickly, otherwise don't blame me for the Ming Cult to bully the few! He burned your bullshit temple with fire!"

Yang Yi walked to Kong Wen and whispered: "Take Cheng Kun over!"

Kong Wen looked at Yang Yi coming over blankly, his face was ashamed for a moment, his body was shaking and about to fall down. As soon as he spoke, his throat became hoarse at some point, "Master Yang is such a ruthless method! What a great skill!"

Yang Yi said: "Just make a deal!"

Kong Zhi next to him said, "Master Yang, can you kill them all?"

Yang Yi said: "I can't die!"

Kong Zhi's mind was slightly calm. Since Yang Yi said that the monks lying on the ground could not die, they would definitely not be in danger of their lives. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Yang Yi and said, "Thank you, Master Yang, for your mercy!"

Kong Wen also breathed a sigh of relief and ordered Kong Zhi to say, "Junior brother, go to the venue to check it out."

Kong Zhi took the order and walked forward. He arrived next to the monks in the field. After taking a closer look, he found that all the acupuncture points of these monks were sealed. So he did not move, but each of them had one ear cut off, and they were all left ears. Blood flowed out of the wound, and the ground was stained with peach blossoms.

Kong Zhi was still frightened when he thought of the lightning-like sword light just now. It seemed that the ears of these 108 monks must have been cut off in an instant by Yang Yi using extremely fast techniques. But how fast can the sword technique be able to cut off the ears of more than 100 monks?

Kongzhi could no longer imagine this kind of swordsmanship.

Besides, after cutting off this person's ears, he can also seal their acupoints. How high is the skill of the leader of the Ming Cult?

The more Kong Zhi thought about it, the more shocked he became. He bent down to untie the monk's acupoints, but after he stretched out his fingers, he kept trembling and couldn't calm down. He sighed inwardly, knowing that his mind was in chaos. It was best not to do anything at this time, and the more he did it, the more he became, the more wrong it was.

He called a few little novice monks and told them: "Go to the temple and call a few more people and carry you brothers into the temple and bandage them."

After several little novice monks received the order, Kongzhi came to Kongwen and said, "Senior brother, their left ear was cut, but their lives were not hindered!"

Kong Wen closed his eyes and said, "Good, good! Thank you Master Yang for not killing!" He had no desire to resist at this time and ordered Kong Zhi, "Junior brother. Go and call Master Yuanzhen here."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "If I had known this, why would the abbot have been so troubled? Now that I have lost my troops and generals, I have lost my face. Why bother me!"

I heard the Buddha's name loudly and noisy in the air, but I just didn't answer.

The people in the Ming Cult on the sidelines were already noisy. Zhou Dian was shouting there, "Shaolin bald donkey, hand over Cheng Kun! Shaolin bald donkey, hand over Cheng Kun!"

The Five Elements Flags behind Zhou Dian found it interesting and shouted with Zhou Dian, "Shaolin bald donkey, hand over Cheng Kun! Shaolin bald donkey, hand over Cheng Kun!"

The sound is getting louder and louder, deafening.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Master Kongwen, I don't know when Cheng Kun will come out..." Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly shook, and the Yitian Long Sword had appeared in his hand at some point. The long sword drew a circle in the void ahead. With a crisp "ding" sound, something seemed to be shooting on the long sword.

Yang Yi's face darkened, "There are such vicious hidden weapons in Shaolin Temple?" He held the sword flat in front of Kong Wen, "Kong Wen, it seems that I will kill a few more people today!"

Kong Wen looked at the sword in front of him and saw a blue poisonous needle on the spine of the sword. I thought it was the thing that made a sound when it was shot on the sword just now.

Yang Yi stood in front of them, and the direction where the poison needle was shot out just now was emitted from the Shaolin monks.

Kong Wen's face was even more gloomy. He turned around and looked at the dozen old monks beside him, "I Shaolin monks have always been upright in martial arts and weapons. As my Shaolin elders, how could you be such a vicious hidden weapon? Who sent this poisonous needle? Stand out by yourself!"

Behind Kong Wen, there were old monks of Kong generation standing, with white beards floating on their faces and long eyebrows lowered. When he heard the abbot's question, he all proclaimed the Buddha's name and inspected each other, but no one stood up.

Yang Yi laughed and said, "Very good!" He walked forward. Abbot Kong Wen was originally standing in front of Yang Yi, but after Yang Yi took this step, he somehow bypassed Kong Wen and went directly to the old monk behind Kong Wen.

After Kong Wen realized, the sword of the Heavenly Sword in Yang Yi's hand was already resting on an old monk's neck, "Tell me, why am I shooting hidden weapons at me?"

The old monk looked stunned, "Amitabha, what does Master Yang mean?"

"Pretending to be stupid!" Yang Yi's long sword flashed, and the wide robe and sleeves on the old monk's right hand had been shattered by the long sword, revealing his thin and bare arms.

Kong Wen looked at the old monk's arm and saw a small bamboo tube tied to the old monk's wrist. There was a small hole at the end of the bamboo tube, facing forward. Kong Wen, as a Shaolin abbot, was knowledgeable. After a glance, he knew that the small bamboo tube must have hidden secrets. It was a hidden weapon mechanism like a tight-backed flower-mounted crossbow. The poison needle that was shot at Yang Yi just now was triggered by this person.

This bamboo tube is so small that it is hidden inside the sleeve. With just a gentle press, the poison needle inside will be ejected by a powerful spring, killing people and invisible. If you don’t pay attention carefully, it will be difficult to tell who is taking action.

After Yang Yi crushed the sleeves of the old monk, he put the sword on the neck of the old monk. This old monk was also a monk of Kong generation. He had great skill in his kung. When Yang Yi swung his sword, he clearly saw the momentum of the sword. His body was changing and he used all his energy to eat, but he couldn't avoid Yang Yi's seemingly ordinary sword.

Yang Yi looked at Kong Wen, "Does Shaolin monk have such hidden weapons?"

Kong Wen's face turned pale and said, "I'm sure you have no idea! Shaolin children never use such vicious hidden weapons!" He looked at the bald-armed old monk, "Kong Zheng, what's going on with you? Why do you use such vicious hidden weapons to assassinate Master Yang?"

Kong Zheng closed his eyes and refused to answer.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Cheng Kun's lackey, what else can I ask?"

Kong Wen hesitated and said, "Master Yang, don't joke, this matter must be checked in detail."

Yang Yi swung his long sword, and the blade had already passed through Kong Zheng's neck. "What's there to check? Call Cheng Kun out and ask!"

As the blood splattered, Yang Yi's body flashed quickly, and two other old monks of the Kong generation were kicked out by him.

"These two bald heads are also a little bit wrong!"
Chapter completed!