The Shaolin monks stood ready, each with a solemn look on their face and exuding a powerful aura, which shocked many people.

All of them are actually at the top, and there are even extremely powerful ones. In front of the Shaolin monks, the three old monks stood there, unmoving, but like three mountains, standing there, unshakable.

This is a terrifying force that, once it breaks out, can sweep across an area.

But at this time, many monks in Shaolin looked solemn and did not dare to be careless. Tonight is destined to be a bloody battle, and strong men from all sides will take action to snatch the Bodhidharma relics.

"quack."

There was a strange laugh, and a black shadow swooped down and rushed inside.

The three old monks did not take action, but the young monks' expressions turned cold, and they smashed out the long sticks in their hands, directly hitting the black figure.

The black shadow repeatedly dodged, but could not block the overwhelming stick shadows. He was hit by one of them and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the surrounding monks swarmed up and drowned him in an instant.

Heiying was definitely a strong man, at least at the top level. He was killed like this without any suspense at all. This made the people watching in the dark feel cold. Only some people still looked disdainful and stared at the Shaolin people.

There was a sneer on the monk's face.

Those were some big forces who came with the idea that they would definitely get Bodhidharma's relic.

Gu Feng and others also appeared, but they stood far away and did not approach.

Their strength is absolutely tyrannical, but they don't want to take the lead, otherwise they are likely to cause a group of people to attack.

"The Bodhidharma relic is a sacred object of Shaolin. All fellow disciples, please come back." An old monk began, his voice like thunder from the sky, making people's ears buzzing.

The old monk was the one Gu Feng met during the day, but at this time he was surrounded by Buddha's light and exuded a powerful aura, like a huge mountain lying there, impossible to cross.

"Xuannan, he is more powerful. He has already stepped into that realm with one foot." Seeing the old monk, Lan Sheng sighed, looking a little sad.

His current strength is not inferior to that of XuanNan, but Lan Sheng also understands that if Gu Feng hadn't saved him, he would have been buried in the ground at this time. He would have to compete with XuanNan to judge.

"Senior, there is no need to sigh. You are a practitioner of external skills, which is ten times more difficult than practicing internal skills. It is not a big deal for Xuan Nan to achieve this. On the contrary, senior has entered martial arts with external skills and is about to break into the legendary realm.

Unparalleled." Gu Feng sincerely praised it.

Lan Sheng smiled, knowing that Gu Feng was comforting him, and he said calmly: "I am self-aware. Even if I practice internal martial arts, I may not be better than Xuan Nan. He is indeed a martial arts genius."

"Hmph, I'll kill him later."

Ito Mingyu suddenly snorted coldly and said murderously.

She has no favorable impression of Shaolin. What happened last time filled the heart of this Japanese female swordsman with murderous intent. She almost lost three juniors who had a good relationship with her. Whenever she thinks of this, her murderous intent boils over.

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Gu Feng and Wu Shi were a little touched. No matter how you put it, Ito Mingyu did treat them as children. He was extremely protective of their shortcomings and would not allow others to hurt them.

Lan Sheng didn't speak, just chuckled.

A top warrior was killed, but that doesn't mean everyone is willing to retreat.

The old monk on the left of Xuannan suddenly snorted coldly and pressed his palm in one direction.

There was originally nothing in the place, but now there was a muffled hum, and then a burst of smoke rose, and it became quiet again.

Two silvery moons hung high in the sky, then descended, turning into two sword lights and slashing at the old monk who took action.

The old monk put his hands together, his face was solemn, and suddenly pointed out a finger.

A golden Buddha light rushed up and submerged into the silver moon. The two silver moons exploded into pieces and dissipated in the air. The person who took action grunted and then completely retreated.

"The ninjas of the Silver Moon Style are here too." Ito Mingyu's eyes flashed.

"Buzz."

There was a soft sound in the air, and a man appeared and attacked the three old monks.

This was a middle-aged man who was extremely powerful. He fired three rays of true energy and attacked Xuan Bei and the other three. Ghosts and gods roared, and wailing sounds were heard from the sky and the earth, like fierce ghosts roaring, which was extremely terrifying.

Xuannan and the three old monks changed their expressions, and they took action together, blasting out a Buddha's light to block the middle-aged man's attack.

"Ghost Lord, what are you doing here?" Xuannan asked, his expression a bit ugly.

Luo Xiongying, the ghost master, is one of the top warriors in China. He can fight one against three without falling behind at all. He is full of ghost energy, but his aura is that of a god, extremely powerful.

"If you don't want to do anything, I'll lend you your relic." Luo Xiongying said calmly, his black hair dancing, and his whole body exuding a substantive domineering air.

As the leader of the Ghost Sect, Luo Xiongying regarded him as a powerful leader. He was confident even when facing a powerful sect like Shaolin, so he was not prepared to be polite to Xuannan and the others.

"The Bodhidharma relic is a sacred object of Buddhism and cannot be handed over to others easily." Xuannan said calmly.

"Then I have no choice but to rob him." Luo Xiongying looked serious.

Xuannan said nothing, but the old monk on his right snorted coldly, and a cold flash of lightning flashed in his eyes: "I'm afraid you don't have that ability."

"Yeah?"

With a cold smile on his lips, Luo Xiongying attacked the old monk.

The old monk smiled while holding the flower, and struck it out with his fingers. Luo Xiongying's expression changed and he hurriedly avoided it.

A scream came out, and the finger force failed to hit an ambushed person, piercing him.

Luo Xiongying's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that the opponent's finger power was so strong. His expression became slightly serious and he didn't dare to be careless.

The two of them fought and collided constantly. After more than a dozen moves, Luo Xiongying's expression changed and he was punched in the chest by the old monk. He took a few steps back with a cold expression.

"snort."

With a cold snort, Luo Xiongying turned around and left.

Now that he was defeated, he had no intention of staying here, otherwise it would only become a laughing stock.

The leader of the Ghost Sect was defeated, and everyone realized how powerful Shaolin was. They were obviously prepared for everything, and were not afraid of anyone coming to snatch the Bodhidharma relics.

"This group of smelly monks seems to be well prepared. They must have spent a lot of money. I'm afraid something will happen soon." Gu Feng looked a little solemn.

"It doesn't matter, with Miss Ito and I here, no one else can take away the Bodhidharma relic, so you can rest assured." Lan Sheng said confidently.

Gu Feng nodded and looked at the situation in the field.

After a while, a large group of people walked out and surrounded everyone in the Shaolin Temple.

The three old monks had solemn looks and calm expressions, as if they did not pay attention to each other at all.
Chapter completed!