Chapter 416 Shaolin 10

"Murong's family?" In the neat exclamation, everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on the couple of the Murong family. Xuan Nan, Xuan Ku and others were about to spit out fire in their eyes, staring at Murong Fu's face turned pale. Xuanci, Jiu Mozhi, Qiao Feng and other people with extensive knowledge and rich experience in the world are similar to Luo Yuchen, all of which show a thoughtful look.

At this time, the noise was loud, and more than a dozen monks ran back in a hurry, followed by a large group of people in black. Obviously, the defense line composed of Shaolin monks finally completely collapsed...

"Hight! Be quiet! Stop it!" Severe scolding sounded one after another. The panicked Shaolin monk found the main bone and suddenly calmed down. He tacitly got out of the front, walked to both sides of the Shaolin monks, and then turned around and stood up again. The people in black, who were chasing after them, couldn't help but stop and slowly forced up. The people on both sides confronted each other at the door of the Shaolin Temple.

"Who are you? Why did you attack my Shaolin Temple? After waiting for a while, seeing that the old monk in gray did not mean to speak, the abbot Xuanci stood up and opened his mouth to negotiate with the other party.

"Old Lord, Lord, did you really fall into the hands of these bald donkeys?" It was such a rough voice that answered Xuan Ci. The man in black standing in front of him had a slight **, separated from both sides, and gave up the four leaders. And this is the disturbance just mentioned by the little monk Huijing!

"bald donkey, how dare you detain the owner of our Murong family? Why don't you let them go quickly?" Subconsciously, the storm was a big shout, and he shook his hand and threw out a dark shadow. Then, under the cover of the dark shadow, he rushed in the direction of Murong Fu...

At this time, Murong Fu was still under the control of Jiu Mozhi, and standing in front of the crowd, he was naturally stared by the storm first. However, he looked lukewarm on Jiu Mozhi's face, but in fact, tonight's repeated calculations and swelling experiences have long filled his heart with anger. He didn't dare to make a bad appearance in front of the old monk in gray, but he couldn't be polite about the disturbance that was automatically sent to his door!

"Hmm, looking for death!" At this time, Jiu Mozhi no longer deliberately maintained his demeanor. With a sneer and a flash of fierce light in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and cut out two sharp flame knives in a row. One of them is aimed at the huge "dark weapon" in the air, while the other one naturally goes straight to the throat of the storm!

The speed of the flame knife is extremely fast, far beyond the reaction speed of the storm. As soon as the monk opposite raised his hand, he felt that his neck seemed to be pricked by a needle, and a sharp knife gas was imminent! As soon as he could flash an idea of consternation and regret in his heart, he closed his eyes and waited for the eternal darkness to come: "I didn't expect this monk to be so powerful. This time it's over..."

However, although the storm was already closed to death, it had been waiting for a long time, and he had not felt the pain coming. However, there were a few short exclamations behind him, but it also stopped abruptly, as if he had been cut off.

Slowly, I opened my eyes tentatively, and the storm felt that the air in front of me seemed to be distorted, and the opposite characters, scenes and so on were a little vague and distorted. Then, the stormy eyes were attracted by the burning crescent moon suspended in front of him - the sharp, aggressive and heavy feeling was emanating from the crescent moon!

"Alas, national teacher, please forgive others!" Old and peaceful, but with a directly touching sigh, the burning flame knife was silently annihilated. Looking along to the sound, his evil eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the special "secret weapon" he had just thrown out. At this time, he was also taken over by the unattractive gray-clothed old monk in the crowd...

"However, this wind benefactor, your heart is too vicious. How dare you take my Shaolin disciple as a shield and hidden weapon?" When he was at a loss, the old monk in gray suddenly looked up and snorted gently. In the evil ear, it was like a crash. He couldn't stand up and staggered back. And the old monk in gray also put down the dark shadow. He was a short and thin Shaolin monk...

"Senior, calm your anger!" Seeing the storm staggering back, Gongye Qian and Deng Baichuan reached out to help at the same time. However, with this hand, their bodies also involuntarily leaned back, and a potential came, pushing them back a step back. Their faces changed, and they naturally understood that this time they met a real master. "Please calm your anger. Brother Feng is not intended to hurt the disciples of your temple. It's just that the savior is eager. He is confused for a moment. Please raise your hand and let him go..."

"Hmm?" The old monk in gray didn't say anything. He just looked at Gongye Qian faintly and said, "Well, since it's an unintentional mistake, there are three benefactors to let the rest of the Shaolin disciples back!"

"Uh, this?" Gongyeqian was stunned, glanced at Murong Bo, Murong Fu and his son, and then bravely said, "Senior, I forgive you. I don't know the two heads of the Murong family..." He didn't finish his words, but the implication was very clear. He wanted to exchange Murong and his son with the Shaolin monks captured by himself and others. Unfortunately, Gongyeqian found the wrong trading partner this time...

"Hmm, stubborn!" For the hint of Gongye Qian, the old monk in gray had no reaction at all. He just hummed coldly, and then he didn't see any action. Five or six Shaolin monks slowly suspended in the crowd. The people who captured and guarded them, including Gongye Qian, were suppressed by an invisible force in place, and could only watch their captives fly away!

"Damn it, put people down! Hand over my master and brother!" As soon as the sweeping monk let go of the suppression of them, the one who had never made a sound among the four leading people finally roared and rushed out. However, as soon as he moved, Gongye Qian and the other two reached out and pulled him at the same time: "Mr. Tang, don't be impulsive, take a long-term plan, don't be impulsive..."

"Tang Gongzi? Dare to ask who you are?" For this "Tang Gongzi", Xuanci, Qiao Feng, Jiu Mozhi and others have been paying attention to it for a long time. At this time, Luo Yuchen took the opportunity to ask.

"Some Tang Zheng, you are Luo Wufeng, right? That's all. How dare you compare with me and let me see how many catties you are? Mr. Tang glanced at him and gave a careless answer. Luo Yuchen frowned slightly, ignored the provocative meaning of his words, and asked again, "Let's talk about the martial arts competition another day. Mr. Tang, can you tell me what your relationship is with the Murong family? Why did you take people to attack Shaolin Temple?

"The man acts openly and aboveboardly, and everything can't be told to people. To tell you the truth, Tang is a closed disciple of Mr. Murong, and tonight's incident is not that we are full. We came to Shaolin Temple to play. It's really because these bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple are too much that they dare to detain us at the same time. The two owners of the Rong family! We are here to rescue them... The bald donkeys of Shaolin Temple, if you know each other, let my master and brother go quickly. Otherwise, we will never rest with you..."

"Lord Tang, don't be impatient!" Blocked at the door of his temple, he still shouted happily one by one. No matter how good his cultivation was, it was useless. Without waiting for Tang Zheng to finish the threatening words, the abbot Xuanci announced a Buddha's name and interrupted him: "There is something that I don't understand. Please ask Lord Tang Shi to solve my puzzles for me! Lord Tang, you just kept saying that you got the news. I heard that I imprisoned two Murong Lords in Shaolin Temple, so I took people into the mountain?

"Not bad!" Tang Zheng rolled his eyes and admitted it in one gulp. The abbot Xuanci nodded, "I don't know who Mr. Tang got the news from?" For this question, Tang Zheng shook his head and curled his lips and said, "What, old monk, why are you asking this? Do you still want to find the person who reported the news for us and then kill him?

"The donor jokes, and the monk is compassionate. How can he do something to kill people?" The abbot Xuanci defended, and then Huo Ran looked up and shouted harshly, "However, the old man is puzzled, how can the person who reported the news for you have such a fast means of summons? If you calculate the time, I'm afraid that before the two Murong benefactors were taken down by us, Mr. Tang, a large group of you have begun to attack the disciples of my temple, right? I don't know what you say?"

"Uh, nonsense, we..." Tang Zheng opened his mouth and suddenly changed his mouth again: "Huh, old bald donkey, whatever you say. Anyway, I only see now that my master and brother are indeed restricted personal freedom by you. I don't care about the rest. I just ask you one sentence. This man, you can return it. Don't let it go?"

"Alas..." The abbot Xuanci sighed, and his face became firmer little by little: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, Lao Tuo and others still have something to ask the two Murong benefactors, because I'm afraid they can't leave Shaolin in a short time..."