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Chapter 59 Sweeping Monk: I Can Beat Five With Such a Master

Facing the capture of the three accomplices, the remaining five monks in gray looked at each other, a little at a loss.

Although they are innate masters, their original identities are only serving monks in Shaolin Temple, belonging to the first-class service monks.

The reason why they can achieve higher achievements than official Shaolin monks is because Shaolin monks need to pass the strict audit of Shaolin Temple every time they practice martial arts, and even have a fixed number of years, which greatly limits their growth.

And as handymen, they seem to be unable to touch some advanced martial arts on weekdays, but as serving monks, their figures are almost everywhere.

Those eminent monks will not shy away from them when they teach martial arts.

Over time, official monks are bound by various rules, but they are not as good as these monks who either learn by stealing or unintentionally practice martial arts.

However, compared with official disciples and handyman monks, the difference between them is still obvious.

Although they have achieved innate talent, these monks usually do their own work, or secretly practice their own martial arts.

Even after breaking through the innate, they have all been instructed by the person in the Sutra Pavilion, intentionally or unintentionally, but most of them are in the field of martial arts and Buddhism.

From the perspective of the ability to deal with sudden changes, these innate monks in gray clothes are not even as good as those second-rate and first-rate formal disciples who have been carefully taught by Shaolin.

Therefore, when they realized that they had many innate masters and were fully capable of letting the little emperor return home, they were particularly calm, even disdainful.

But when the three accomplices were captured face to face, and the other party had three masters who seemed not much weaker than the old monk in the Sutra Pavilion, the rest of them lost their composure and began to panic.

Of course, the little emperor doesn't know what these gray-clothed monks are thinking. If he knew, he would look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and tell them in a calm tone: I have ten masters like this!

Well, he himself doesn't need to be counted. After all, he is the emperor. On such a formal occasion, he can't really end up fighting with others.

He was so aggressive that he thought it was inevitable to arrest people, but the three of them teamed up to face each other and were captured by the opponent.

After an exclamation, the scene fell into silence again, and the scene was once awkward.

Fortunately, this embarrassing atmosphere didn't last long, and was broken by the sound of a Buddha's horn like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The sound was far away at first, but it was approaching in the middle, and when the Buddha's name was announced, more than 6000 pairs of eyes suddenly realized that there was a figure suddenly appeared in the open space between the gray-clothed monk and the Yellow Emperor.

That figure was also dressed in a gray monk robe, dressed as a handyman monk, but most of the people present couldn't figure out how he appeared from one of the songs, but no one dared to treat him as an ordinary handyman old monk .

"teacher!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Monk!"

At the moment when he would appear as an old monk, after seeing who was coming, the eight gray-clothed monks who were either captured or at a loss all showed joy, and at the same time they called out various names, and felt relieved. tone.

It was as if with the presence of this gray-clothed old monk, the big things were nothing.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just an old monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion, how can he be worthy of the title of god monks?"

Facing the respect of the eight gray-clothed monks, the old monk had a humble face and a kind tone, with the appearance of a high-ranking monk who was not surprised by favor or humiliation.

After greeting several gray-clothed monks, the old monk turned his head to look at the little emperor.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has thoughts of greed, hatred, ignorance and anger, and he has gone astray at this time. I hope the benefactor will put down the butcher knife so that the common people will not suffer."

Looking at the little emperor for a moment, the old monk in gray clasped his hands together, performed a Buddha ceremony to the little emperor, and then chanted the motto of awakening the world with compassion on his face.

Looking at the benevolent old monk, the little emperor felt disgusted for no reason.

"Put down the butcher's knife? I still need to see if your old monk has the ability to make me put down the butcher's knife!"

Looking at the old monk in gray with no expression on his face, the little emperor's voice was cold.

"Everyone, who is going to try this old monk's method?"

"Let me do it!"

As soon as the little emperor finished speaking, a cold female voice sounded, and then left a red afterimage in the air, which flew towards the gray-clothed old monk in an instant.

At the same time that Hong Ying approached the sweeping monk, an embroidery needle abruptly hit the sweeping monk's eyebrows.

"what?"

Facing Dongfang Bubai's attack, the sweeping monk couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise.

As soon as he started, he naturally saw that the "woman" in front of him was using the skills of "Sunflower Treasure".

It's just that the other party obviously didn't reach his level, yet he even faintly felt a hint of threat during the attack.

Especially that speed, compared with him, is not even half a minute slower.

Even the founder of the Sunflower Collection, the old eunuch in the palace, did not have this kind of method. How did this young woman in front of her do it?
Of course, the surprise was only for a moment. Although Dongfang Bubai's speed was fast enough, the sweeping monk had a higher realm than her after all, and his speed was not slow.

At the moment when the embroidery needle was about to pierce between the eyebrows, the Buddha's light rose from the old monk's body, and a thick layer of invisible air enveloped the sweeping monk.

After the embroidery needle pierced into the invisible air shield, it seemed to be hindered by some kind, and its speed became slower and slower.

When it was less than an inch away from the sweeping monk's eyebrows, the embroidery needle stopped completely, and it was suspended in the position less than an inch from the old monk's eyebrows, which seemed particularly strange.

"Girl, although the "Sunflower Treasure" is strong, even the old eunuch may not be able to hurt the old monk, let's stop here."

Successfully blocking Dongfang Bubai's strongest attack, the old monk who thought he could steadily suppress Dongfang Bubai showed a compassionate smile again, as if taking down his opponent was only a matter of a minute.

Such an attitude made the grey-clothed monks behind him secretly happy, and it also inexplicably reassured Abbot Xuanci and others who were attracted by the movement outside the mountain gate.

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"Don't be ashamed! Let's go together."

Seeing that it was really difficult for him to injure the old monk alone, Dongfang Bubai snorted coldly, turned his head and greeted the two who had shot together just now, his figure turned into an afterimage again, and launched an attack on the weak point of the sweeping monk's air mask.

Hearing this, Xie Xiaofeng nodded slightly, and drew the long sword out of its sheath in his hand, a cold light flashed, obviously slow enough for everyone to see the sword clearly, but the sweeping monk who was locked by the sword felt as if he had nowhere to hide, and even A feeling of involuntarily putting the weakness on the edge of the sword?

"Ok?"

There was another strange sound of surprise, this kind of weird attack, with his martial arts attainments, he had never heard of it, never seen it before, it really made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Helpless, knowing that he couldn't break this weird sword technique, the old monk had no choice but to resist the sword with the invisible air mask again. At the same time, within the invisible air mask, the old monk's entire skin began to turn golden.

But for the sake of safety, the old monk used the Shaolin Vajra indestructible skill inside the invisible air shield.

And just as the old monk was preparing to resist Xie Xiaofeng's sword, and at the same time prevent Dongfang Bubai from finding his own weak point to attack, Chu Liuxiang, who was not weak in Dongfang Bubai's body speed at all, and even more erratic and weird, also held a folding fan, From time to time, he launched attacks on the main points all over the old monk's body.

Although each attack never hit the body, the collision of the innate essence still made the old monk feel unstable and almost vomit blood.

At the same time, while fighting against three masters who were not much weaker than himself, the sweeping monk secretly groaned inwardly.

Where did such freaks come from? At a young age, one has cultivated the "Sunflower Treasure" to a higher level than the creator, and the other two have unheard of and unseen martial arts.

Fortunately, there are only three such freaks, and relying on his self-created magic skills, coupled with the suppression of realm and profound martial arts attainments, he can barely win.

If there are two more, what the result will be, I am afraid it is really unpredictable!
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