The Great Demon Lord of Martial Arts

The whispers of the two monks attracted Ji Chuan's attention. His eyes suddenly fell on the two of them and he said, "I wonder what you call the two masters?"

"I'm Wu Zhen, this is my junior brother Wu Shan." The monk with a calm face said calmly.

"A disciple of Shaolin Wuzi generation!" Ji Chuan thought to himself.

Ji Chuan changed his mind and said, "I don't know how Ye Qingming offended the Shaolin Temple and provoked the two of them to pursue him."

"Hmph, the thief killed my Shaolin disciple, and Junior Brother Wu Xing was almost killed. Fortunately, Senior Brother and I found out early..."

Before Wu Zhen could say anything, Wu Shan told the whole story like a baby. At first glance, he looked like he had a quick temper and couldn't hide things in his heart.

"Junior brother!" Wu Zhen emphasized his tone, causing Wu Shan to shut up. He took a step back angrily and glared at Ji Chuan.

"As my junior brother said, this donor intends to kill my Shaolin disciples. My junior brothers and I need to take him back to Shaolin and repent in front of the Buddha to avoid cholera in the world and causing unrest in the world."

Wu Zhen's plain words and gentle voice made people feel extremely comfortable, but they made Ji Chuan narrow his eyes slightly.

There was no arrogance, no use of force to overwhelm others, it was just spoken in a eloquent tone, but Ji Chuan could hear the domineering tone in these plain words.

Ji Chuan sneered secretly, Shaolin was worthy of being the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, and he spoke so grandly.

Ji Chuan smiled faintly and said: "In other words, Ye Qingming did not kill your Shaolin disciple, but you want to take him back to Shaolin and imprison him. What is the reason?"

Wu Zhen recited a Buddhist saying and said: "Amitabha, the donor's words are wrong. If my two brothers hadn't arrived at the right time, Junior Wu Xing might have been killed by the donor.

When we bring Donor Ye to Shaolin, we are not trying to embarrass him, but we are helping Donor Ye eliminate the demonic obstacles in his heart. "

Ji Chuan sneered and said sarcastically: "Ah, the master's ability to argue with strong arguments is indeed good, but I don't know if the master's skills are as good as his verbal skills. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to take Ye Qingming away."

Wu Zhen was not angry, and the expression on his face did not change from the beginning to the end, remaining calm and natural.

Wu Zhen was not angry, which did not mean that Wu Shan was not angry either. After hearing these words, Wu Shan was furious and was about to step forward to teach Ji Chuan a lesson.

I have to say that Wu Zhen looks more like a monk, while Wu Shan looks like a knight-errant, who draws his sword in anger.

"Junior brother, you have violated the precept of anger again. You should recite the scriptures carefully after you go back." Wu Zhen stopped Wu Shan who was about to rush forward and said calmly.

Wu Zhen continued: "I advise the donor not to stand up for irrelevant people, so as not to bring unnecessary trouble to yourself and get yourself burned.

Moreover, since my brothers and I are here today, the benefactor can’t get any favors from us, so why don’t we each make a concession and stay out of other people’s business. "

At this time, Ye Qingming got up and stood behind Ji Chuan with a nervous look on his face. He was afraid that Ji Chuan would be as Wu Zhen said and that he was afraid of Shaolin's majesty in the martial arts and would hand him over to the Shaolin Temple.

In desperation, Ye Qingming suddenly whispered into Ji Chuan's ear: "The residual picture you got that day contains a huge secret. Please tell Brother Ji to save my life. I will tell you the truth."

In order to give Ji Chuan a reassurance, Ye Qingming had no choice but to tell the truth, for fear that Ji Chuan would abandon him to Shaolin.

That would really mean he would never get out. Regardless of Wu Zhen's high-sounding words, he didn't just want to get something from him.

"really!"

Ji Chuan had made a guess in his mind before. After listening to Ye Qingming's words, it seemed that it was indeed the case, but he didn't know if the secret was enough to save his life.

Ji Chuan has made a decision in his heart. Although Shaolin is the Taipei of the martial arts world and cannot be offended at will, as long as it does not kill Shaolin disciples, no matter how domineering Shaolin is, it will not pursue him.

"Ha, Shaolin is indeed overbearing, so I can't hand him over to you today." Ji Chuan sneered, dismissing what Wuzhen said, and refused bluntly.

When Wu Shan heard this, his beard and hair suddenly stood out, with a look of rage on his face. How dare someone outside the Shaolin Temple speak to them like this, and he was still an unknown boy. He was simply insulting the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior brother, this thief wants to make trouble with me, Shaolin. Why don't you show him some color, so that others can know that I, Shaolin, are not easy to mess with."

Wu Shan was not kind at all. He glared at Ji Chuan, then turned to Wu Zhen and said.

Wu Zhen pondered for a moment and nodded. He also wanted his junior brother to try this person's strength.

He was able to talk so nicely for so long just because he always had an ominous premonition in his heart. The ordinary young man in front of him was not that easy to deal with. I hope his feeling was wrong.

As soon as Wu Zhen finished speaking, Wu Shan showed a cruel smile and suddenly looked at Ji Chuan and said: "Boy, you were so tough just now. Let me see if you can still be tough next time. Let me capture you and suppress you in the Shaolin Temple forever. ,hey-hey."

"Oh, eternal suppression? Shaolin is so overbearing! So tyrannical!"

A cold light flashed in Ji Chuan's eyes, UU reading www.uukanshu． net sneered and said: "Then it depends on whether you have this ability?"

Shaolin and Emei are both called the two major sects of Buddhism. To a certain extent, Shaolin has always regarded itself as the largest sect of Buddhism.

What is strange is that Emei is powerful and powerful, but has never competed with Shaolin for the number one position in Buddhism. Instead, he respects Shaolin in everything, which is puzzling.

Over time, Shaolin has been the largest sect in Buddhism for a long time. It is as famous in the martial arts as the Three Great Sects, and people in the world gradually recognize it.

Slowly, Shaolin developed a domineering temperament, and would be suppressed by Shaolin for the slightest disobedience, often for decades.

Shaolin, who seems to be compassionate, is still seeking fame and reputation, and is also domineering and does not allow anyone to disobey.

Everyone around them was silent. Shaolin's tyranny had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. They preached Buddhism everywhere to confuse people's hearts.

If the Great Qin Empire hadn't suppressed the entire martial arts world and put more restrictions on the Shaolin Temple, I don't know how powerful Shaolin's power is now, and I'm afraid it would no longer have any scruples in its actions.

Originally, I rarely went down the mountain in Shaolin, but recently I always met Shaolin monks preaching Buddhism. I don’t know why.

Everyone around looked confused, thinking secretly in their hearts.

Wushan was so angry that he suddenly stretched out his index finger. A ray of true energy condensed on his fingertips, giving him a fierce momentum.

"Iron Finger Zen Strength!"

Then, Wu Shan suddenly stepped on the ground with one foot, and with the help of the force of the recoil, he rushed straight towards Ji Chuan.

The sharp index finger is like a sword finger that cuts through everything, containing endless murderous intent.

Ji Chuan narrowed his eyes, and it could be seen from this finger that the strength of Shaolin disciples should not be underestimated.

But it wasn't enough for Ji Chuan. Faced with this finger, Ji Chuan didn't retreat, and he didn't need to retreat.