Chapter 410 Shaolin 4

"Sneer..." In the sharp whistling, a series of sword spirit came out. The bald monk had fallen to the ground and was inconvenient to move. Seeing that he could not avoid this wave of offensive, he was not stubborn. He directly tightened his body and closed his eyes to die.

However, the imaginary pain and death did not come. In the moment before the sword spirit and the body, a breeze brushed, and several sword spirits melted silently in the air in an instant. Then, Qiao Feng's voice came over: "Brother Luo, please show mercy and do it slowly!"

"Wow..." The bald monk who picked up a life took a breath. He opened his eyes and found that Qiao Feng had recovered and stood between himself and Luo Yuchen, blocking Luo Yuchen's route to take action again. However, for the player who almost seriously injured himself, Qiao Feng can't have a good face for the player who attacked behind his back: "Who are you? Why did you sneak up on me?"

"Huh! If you want to kill, just do it. Why waste time talking more nonsense? The bald player sneered, but there was a little strange color in his eyes. Qiao Feng's eyes condensed and frowned, "You just used 'Bo Ruo King Kong Palm'. This is Shaolin's unique skill. Which elder master's disciple are you? Why do you collude with outsiders to steal Shaolin's secrets?"

"Ha, did I collude with outsiders to steal secrets? That's ridiculous!" In the continuous sneer, the strange color on the bald player's face was even stronger: "Qiao Feng, you don't reverse right and wrong here. You're bleeding. You've done everything. Don't you dare to be a man?"

"What do you mean?" Qiao Feng was slightly stunned, "What do you think I did?" At this time, Luo Yuchen, standing behind Qiao Feng, suddenly heard a slight footsteps approaching quickly. His heart moved and he suddenly understood, "Brother Qiao, don't pester him. This guy is procrastinating!" While talking, Luo Yuchen has stepped forward heavily, condensed his true spirit again, and was about to launch an attack: "It's better to solve him as soon as possible. It's important to chase his accomplices quickly!"

"Look, the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, didn't it? It's not easy to kill people. Come on, just do it!" Seeing Luo Yuchen's movements, the Shaolin player's face changed slightly, and then he shouted crazily. And Qiao Feng also suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped Luo Yuchen, not letting him attack: "Brother Luo, don't do it first, ask about the situation first..."

"Ha, what else do you want to ask? Qiao Feng, Yi Jinjing has been stolen by your accomplices. What else do you have to ask? This time, there was no need for Qiao Feng to ask again. The Shaolin monk had raised his voice, went crazy, and shouted loudly. Hearing this, Luo Yuchen and Qiao Feng both changed their faces sharply: "What, do you say 'Yi Jinjing'? What the monk stole just now is the unique Yijin Sutra of Shaolin Town Temple?

"Brother Luo, take good care of this man first. I'll chase the monk back!" After hearing that the stolen martial arts secret was actually the Yijin Sutra, Qiao Feng was suddenly anxious. After explaining to Luo Yuchen, he immediately got up, performed light skills, and quickly chased in the direction where Jiu Mozhi had just fled. His speed made Luo Yuchen's words to stay. I didn't have time to finish: "Brother Qiao, wait a minute. There is fraud in this, hey..."

"Qiao Feng, don't run if you have the guts, give me back the Yijinjing!" Luo Yuchen didn't have time to stop Qiao Feng. He was a little annoyed. He didn't expect that the Shaolin player was still entangled here. His heart surged up. He didn't think about it. By the way, he threw out a sword: "Nonsense, shut up!" However, it seems that it is doomed that the origin is unknown, and the sneaky player's life should not be absolute. Luo Yuchen's sword spirit still failed to make a contribution, and he was still blocked at the last moment!

"Amitabha, Lord Luo Shi, show mercy!" In the neat sound of the Buddha's horn, the sound of his clothes breaking through the air sounded one after another. In the blink of an eye, there were several more bald monks on the field. At a glance, it was Xuanji and Xuanku's Shaolin monks. After a moment, Xuanci and Xu Zhu also rushed over and saw that Luo Yuchen was competing with Xuanji and others. The abbot Xuanci was slightly stunned, "What's the matter, Lord Luo Shi, why did you come to this fire?"

Before Luo Yuchen had time to answer, the Shaolin player had shouted excitedly: "Master, uncle, abbot, you came just in time. Catch him quickly. Luo Wufeng, together with outsiders, took away the Yijinjing!"

"What? Yi Jinjing?" In the exclamation, several old monks subconsciously took a step forward and stared at Luo Yuchen fiercely. Only the abbot Xuanci was still calm. After gently waved his hand and stopped several old monks, he looked slowly and was still half lying on the ground. The player who did not get up looked at him and asked, "Well, you are Huitong. Nephew, I remember that it's not your turn tonight. Why did you come here if you didn't rest in your own Zen room?

"Abbot Bo Mingjian, the disciple has been practicing his internal skills recently. The thief sneaked into the temple. When the arson caused turmoil, the disciple had not rested yet, so he rushed over as soon as he saw something wrong!" After answering the question, a little anger and anxiety suddenly appeared on the face of the player named Huitong: "Coincidentally, when the disciple rushed to the Bodhiyuan, the arsonist who set fire had not left, but was looking for something. The disciple hid aside and eavesdropped on their conversation. Only then did he know Dao, they are actually looking for the "Yijin Sutra", the treasure of the town temple of my Shaolin Temple!"

"Abbot, uncles and uncles, go and chase those two thieves. The Yijinjing was really stolen by them!" The fire was about to come out of Huitong's eyes. Xuanji, Xuan Ku and others were also short of breath and their faces were full of anxiety. However, the abbot Xuanci, who stopped them, was still not tight and remained quite calm: "Two thieves escaped? How long has it been? Which direction did you run?

"Well, this, the thief who stole the Yijinjing probably ran away with half a column of incense." After blinking, Huitong replied, "As for the direction of escape... It's too dark outside, and the disciples can't be completely sure... The disciples are incompetent, please forgive me..."

There is no doubt that only the first half of Huitong's answer is the truth. However, after getting this answer, it is already very satisfactory for a group of Shaolin old monks: "Oh, it's only half a column of incense..."

In the subtle sighs, Xuanji, Xuanku and others were all relieved and calmed down. Although the abbot Xuanci's face had not changed much, his tone also became much easier: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Huitong't have to be too much. I blame myself. It's dark and covered by thick smoke. It's normal to be able to determine the escape route of the thief! Well, it's just that your nephew, you just said that there are two thieves who stole scriptures? I don't know if you have seen their figure clearly?

"I see it clearly!" From the change of the look of Xuanci abbot and others, Huitong also seemed to notice something and relaxed a little: "In fact, the disciples not only saw the appearance of the two thieves, but also knew them!"

"Oh? Who are they? Come on!" In the burning eyes of Xuanci and others, Huitong took a deep breath and shouted, "Yes! The two thieves, one of them is the Tubo monk Jiu Mozhi who came during the day, and the other is Qiao Feng, the former master of the Beggar Gang!"

"Hoto Mozhi? Qiao Feng?" Even the self-restraint of Xuanci, Xuanji and others couldn't help changing their faces and exclaimed, "Are you sure you're right? Is it really the two of them who steal the scriptures?"

"Disciples are definitely right!" Huitong looked calm, "The monk Jiu Mozhi only had a scene in my Shaolin Temple during the day, and it has only been a few hours now. I still remember his appearance very clearly! As for Qiao Feng, his disciples have also seen his portrait, and when he eavesdropped on the two of them, Jiu Mozhi did call him with the word 'Master Qiao'!"

"Is it really Feng'er? He, how could he be entangled with Jiu Mozhi, and he also did such a rebellious thing. Why is this, why is it?" Master Xuanku's face was sad, and his thin figure shook slightly a few times. Obviously, he was hit by the current news. Seeing this, Master Xuanci quickly stretched out his hand to help him, "Don't worry, Brother Xuan Ku. Just recover the Yijin Sutra, and then ask Qiao Feng in person..."

"Cend back the Yijinjing"? Yes, the most urgent thing is to get the Yijinjing back as soon as possible. This is the treasure of this Shaolin Temple. It must not fall into the hands of outsiders!" Xuan Ku was slightly shocked and suddenly woke up. However, after turning his head slightly and looking around, he did not leave immediately, but stood back and fell silent.

Xuanci, Xuan Ji and others also look like an old god, and they can't see any anxiety at all: "Oh, by the way, Huitong's nephew, you said that it was Jiu Mozhi and Qiao Feng who sneaked into the Bodhi Academy to steal the secrets, but now, why are you involved with this Lord Luo?"

"Luo Wufeng is with those two people!" After the topic turned to Luo Yuchen, Huitong's mood suddenly became excited: "Originally, after the disciple accidentally discovered the identity of the two thieves, he was deterred by the profound martial arts of the two of them, and the disciple did not dare to jump out to stop them."

"However, after I learned from their conversation that their goal was the Book of Yijin, the disciples didn't care whether they would disturb them. Their first reaction was to run back to find someone. However, what I didn't expect was that as soon as I ran out of the Bodhi Academy, I bumped into this Luo Wufeng. Moreover, he launched an attack on me without saying a word. If it hadn't been for the fluke to fall and fall back to the fire, I'm afraid that my disciple would have been poisoned by him..."