To be honest, the boss felt a little ashamed when he decided to attack the old monk who swept the floor.

How old and what a thin old monk, looking at the clothes, the patches are all patched, must have been very annoying in Shaolin.

The boss really doesn't know if it can do anything if he holds this person hostage. If the other monks in Shaolin don't buy it, he will never hurt him. At worst, he can fight to see if he can escape this time.

Thinking in his mind, his feet moved quickly, the old envoy made a hungry tiger pounce and headed straight for the old monk a few meters away.

"Nameless Elder!"

"Be careful, elder!"

When the other monks in Shaolin saw that the thief was actually heading for the nameless elder, they all shouted and told the elder to be careful.

The abbot once instructed that Wuming's status in Shaolin is equivalent to meeting the abbot. When Shaolin disciples meet, they must always hold the etiquette of their disciples.

Although everyone respects the nameless elder, no one thinks that the nameless elder has any martial arts skills, and the elder never takes the initiative to talk to others. His daily work is to sweep the floor and sleep. Therefore, everyone once thought that the youngest person in Shaolin should be the nameless elder, and I am afraid that even the monk Wen can easily defeat him.

But this did not hinder Wuming's identity. Seeing the thief attacking the elder, Shaolin monk was panicked.

Especially Yichen and others, they wanted to fly over to save the elder immediately, but the distance was too far, so it was impossible to save him back.

The elder is probably in trouble!

When the Shaolin monks called this old monk and elder, the boss was overjoyed. As long as he caught the elder, he would have hope of getting out of trouble!

His figure accelerated a little faster and he instantly came to Wuming. The boss stretched out his single palm and grabbed Wuming's shoulder!

Wuming seemed to be unaware of the boss who rushed over and was still slowly sweeping the floor.

The boss's hand didn't use much effort and easily grabbed Wuming's shoulder.

After his body turned around, he came behind Wuming. The boss first said to Wuming: "Old monk, you offend me, don't move, I won't hurt you, I just want to leave here!"

"It's okay, you catch yours and I'll sweep mine."

Wuming's answer surprised the boss. The old monk ignored him at all. Although he grabbed him, he was still sweeping the floor.

A kind of despised anger arose in the boss's heart, and I am so unworthy of attention!

He grabbed the broom and threw it aside. The boss said to Wuming: "Don't sweep it, I'm welcome to sweep it again."

Then he said to the Shaolin monks who were about to rush over: "No one is allowed to come! If anyone comes, I will cut off your elder's neck!"

Yichen stood up first, and Hui Wushang, who was behind him, also stood up. They did not dare to joke about the safety of the nameless elder.

"Thief. Let go of the elders and we will let you go!"

Yichen spoke first. Whether to catch this thief or not is not a big deal, but the elder must not have any trouble.

"Hmph, do you think I will believe you? If I let him go, who can guarantee my safety!"

The boss didn't take this trick, but grabbed Wuming with his hands: "Old monk, come with me!"

The boss's grab was very powerful, even a cow could be pulled over by him, but at the moment he exerted his force, he felt as if he was pulling a mountain. Not only did he not pull at all, but his arm almost broke due to the huge pull.

But this feeling was only so lightning-up for a short period of time, almost negligible. Then Wuming staggered and was pulled over by the boss, staggering, making people feel unbearable.

The monks around were full of grief and anger. It was really hateful that this thief treated the elder like this!

Although it seemed that the old monk was pulled over by himself, the severe pain on the boss's arm clearly reminded him that everything just now was not a dream!

Why!

Why does this unreasonable situation occur?

The old monk was pulled over by himself, why did he feel that he couldn't pull it at all when he first made the first move?

I heard that there is a martial art in the world called Qianjinzhu. When people stand in place, they are like a thousand jin weighing. Could it be that this old monk knows this skill?

Resisting the pain in his arms and the doubts in his heart, the boss pulled the old monk in front of him, exerted force with his wrist, trying to twist the old monk's arm around so that he could control it more easily.

He grabbed and twisted his wrist, and the old monk's arm was twisted by him for most of the time.

I thought I must have been controlled now, but suddenly the boss felt his hand slipping, and the old monk lowered his head and picked up his broom.

It’s nothing to pick a broom, but the old monk’s hand was twisted behind him. How could he bow his head and pick a broom?

The boss rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked carefully. That's right, the old monk's hand was indeed still in his hand, but in the moment just now, it seemed that he had a moment of departure.

Could it be an illusion? How come the thing I grabbed suddenly left and came back?

If this matter is true, then it is very likely that this old monk can achieve the bone shrinking technique that is legendary in the world, his arms can stretch and retract, and his joints can also be moved very much.

There is always one thing that cannot be fake, that is, the old monk is indeed holding the broom that he just threw down.

Looking at the broom in the old monk's hand, a cold air slowly rose from the boss's heart.

This old monk is a bit weird!

If you can't pull it or twist it, you think you're a squid candy sticking to the cow!

But now that things have come to this, the boss must persevere. The Shaolin monks have surrounded themselves in the shape of a fan. They will definitely not be able to escape. He has no choice but to rely on this nameless elder.

"Thief, let go of the elders quickly!"

"Bold, don't let go of the elders, I will definitely be able to save you!"

Facing the Shaolin monks' questions, the boss was a little panicked and said hoarsely: "You monks, you monks asked an eagle to capture me here. What do you want to do to the uncle! Don't come over! I'll kill this old monk when I come over again!"

After saying that, in order to threaten the other party, the boss raised his palm and placed it on Wuming's head.

"As long as I vomit my internal strength, his head will turn into meat sauce, you guys will quickly go away!"

This time Yichen and others were really scared and slowly made way for a path.

At this moment, a noise came from outside the mountain gate, and seventeen other horse thieves rushed in together.

"Brother! Are you okay?"

"Brother, don't be afraid, we are here!"

Seeing that the boss was holding an old monk hostage and was retreating step by step, the horse thieves immediately surrounded him and pushed him over to the boss.

"Hmph! What a group of horse thieves, they actually ran to Shaolin to Saye. Sooner or later, you will be beautiful."

Yichen was a little angry. Shaolin was very glorious during this period. Now he was bullied by the horse thief and kidnapped the elder. If the abbot was here, he would definitely not let these people go.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a figure flashed in the air, Huo Yuanzhen came in the air and slowly landed in front of everyone.

"Abbot!"

The monks saluted them all.

The boss's eyes were fixed on Huo Yuanzhen. This person was the one who was the legendary person who could communicate with gods and Buddhas, and who created miracles repeatedly.

Judging from his light skills, he seemed to have reached a state of superb level. If this person takes action, even though his eighteen brothers gather together, he may not be able to gain any advantage.

"Amitabha, nameless elder, you have suffered."

Huo Yuanzhen recited the Buddha's name and then glanced at Wuming.

Wuming ignored him at all. Huo Yuanzhen was the only one who knew Wuming's background. It was reasonable for others to say this, but from his mouth, he felt a bit of intentional teasing.

"Dear donors."

Huo Yuanzhen said to these horse thieves again: "I have no other requests. I just hope that after you leave Shaolin, you must not hurt the nameless elder. He is just a twilight old man, his arms and legs are old and cannot withstand collisions. As long as you let him back, I promise you in the name of the abbot that all your food in the future will be responsible for Shaolin."

Now the Shibaqi of Yue was already hungry. I heard that Shaolin could give them food, and their eyes were green. I wish I could let go of the old monk now and stay for a big meal.

The boss is still smarter and knows that there will be no pie falling from the sky. He said vigilantly: "Thank you for your kindness, I'm afraid we can let go of this monk. If we come back rashly, that's the trap that hits you."

"Mencius does not lie. I am the Shaolin and save all living beings. There are many pilgrimage donors eating in my Shaolin every day. The food hall consumes more than a dozen buckets of rice and grain every day, and about a hundred kilograms of vegetables and tofu. How can you deceive the donors?"

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, including the boss, Yue Shibaqi began to swallow and spit in his throat, and his stomach started to scream without any competing.

The boss resisted the temptation: "No matter what you say, we still have to leave here first!"

Faced with many masters in Shaolin, the boss felt unsafe, so he still held Wuming hostage and slowly retreated.

Huo Yuanzhen shook his head slowly. The boss is quite determined. It is hard to say whether he can come to Shaolin for dinner in a while.

If they refuse to come again, then Huo Yuanzhen can only do the final method.

"Everyone, wait."

Huo Yuanzhen said a few words to Huiwu, and Huiwu immediately sent the two little monks and found a bundle of hemp ropes.

"These ropes are used by me, Shaolin to chop firewood. After the donors leave, they can hand them over to the nameless elder and let them get some dry firewood in the mountains and forests."

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen threw the rope and was caught by a horse thief.

"Okay, it's all gone, don't follow or watch."

Huo Yuanzhen said something to the monks around him, letting everyone go away, and took the lead in walking back. Before leaving, he gave Wuming a sharp look.

Wuming felt inexplicably thrilled, and the little abbot was angry. It seemed that he would not be able to explain if he didn't take action. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!