The young man was shot back with a hidden weapon and was also staggering, worse than the light, and probably suffered some internal injuries.

This old monk was indeed powerful and actually destroyed seven hidden weapons in a row.

At this time, Yideng wanted to try his best to completely take down the young man and hand it over to the abbot, but unexpectedly, Huo Yuanzhen suddenly spoke up to stop Yideng.

"Junior brother, let's take a break for a while. I have something to ask this donor."

Yideng nodded and agreed, stepped aside and rested. He had a clear idea. As long as this young man could not make any other tricks, he would be sure to take him down.

The young man also got a rare opportunity to rest. He regretted that he came to Shaolin in a rash manner. He did not expect that this unknown ancient temple in the deep mountains would have such a master.

Moreover, the other party’s big shot came out, and the young man felt something was wrong in his heart, and his eyes were circling to figure out how to escape.

Huo Yuanzhen saw the other party’s meaning and smiled and said, “This donor, don’t imagine being able to escape from my Shaolin. Since you dare to come, you must have the awareness of failure.”

"Who are you?"

The young man had a sense of arrogance and looked at Huo Yuanzhen coldly.

"I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple, a precept."

"Oh, it turns out that you are the silver monk, a scum in the world. Didn't you expect to look like a human being?"

Huo Yuanzhen was not angry at all and asked calmly: "I don't know what the donor said, is there any evidence?"

"This requires evidence. Dongfang Ming is your martial arts leader! What the martial arts leader said will be fake!"

Huo Yuanzhen looked up and down at the young man. Although this man was in his early twenties, his eyes were simple and he did not consider it at all. He should have been inexperienced in the world.

It seems that what Jueyuan said is true. This person is indeed from the East China Sea Island. He should not have much contact with people and his thoughts are relatively naive.

But it was precisely because of this that Huo Yuanzhen asked Yideng to stop for the time being and did not take him down immediately. He wanted to know in detail what kind of person this person was.

Now that I have read it almost. Just based on what he said just now, Huo Yuanzhen concluded that this person is simple in his mind in good terms, but in modern terms, he is a little bit 2.

However, such people are often martial arts geniuses. People who are too good at calculating will rarely achieve success in martial arts.

"Amitabha, what the leader of the martial arts world said may not be true."

"Hehe, monk, don't fool me. I don't believe the leader of the martial arts world. Will you still believe in your own right?"

"The donor, sometimes trusting the strong is also a kind of wisdom."

"The strong are not bragging about bragging."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Since that's the case, can the donor dare to make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?"

The young man looked alert. The monk in front of him was always kind, but he gave himself a strange feeling. This monk was obviously not as big as himself, so how could he have an unfathomable smell?

Huo Yuanzhen slowly stretched out his hand and said to the young man: "If you are a fight, you can get it out."

"Well, I will use one hand. If you can catch my monk's move, I will let you go now. If I can't catch my monk's move, then you must fight out of my wooden lane in Shaolin."

After hearing this, the young man laughed: "Monkey, you are too arrogant! I am in the middle stage of innate stage, and I can't take your move! Could it be that you are innate perfection?"

"It is naturally a good thing for the donor to be so confident, but we have something to say first. If the donor cannot take my move and cannot leave the Wooden Lane in Shaolin, then he will have to join my Shaolin disciple!"

"What!"

Huo Yuanzhen's expression finally became serious at this time: "The donor forced himself into my Shaolin with his force and killed my Shaolin disciples. Do you think that my Shaolin is just weak and can't be bullied? If you can't impress you now, what face does Shaolin have to gain a foothold in the world!"

"good!"

The Shaolin monks watching around cheered in unison! The abbot spoke too domineeringly and actually made a promise to a middle-in-class master. I am afraid that there will be no more than three people in the world who dare to say this!

After hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, the young man's face was unstable and he was thinking about the pros and cons of the matter in his heart.

If you really can't even catch this monk's move, then don't talk about running away. It's all people's words to pinch the round and flatten it.

Besides, he would never believe that he could not even take a move.

"Okay, bet if you want to bet!"

When the young man thought of this, a sense of pride rose from his heart.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and nodded: "Good! Good! I don't know what the donor's name is?"

"My name is Wang Yuan, and I also have a nickname, called."

"Amitabha, don't mention your nickname. From now on, you have no nickname. You are called Huiyuan, Shaolin Huiyuan!"

"What Huiyuan, nonsense! I'm here to see why you can't handle me even if I can't take a single move!"

Wang Yuan shouted angrily, his hands shook, and the seven hidden weapons appeared again, attacking Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuan was not moving at all, and the golden bell cover opened instantly, and he walked towards Huiyuan step by step.

Those hidden weapons hit Huo Yuanzhen's Golden Bell Cover, splashing and igniting sparks, but the Golden Bell Cover did not change at all.

Wang Yuan was shocked when he saw this monk's big clock. His hidden weapon could not cause damage to him. He hurriedly picked up the sword and shook at the moonlight. A white light shot towards Huo Yuanzhen!

The white light hit the golden bell cover, but it did not splash a ripples, and it was dissolved invisibly by the golden bell cover.

Huo Yuanzhen is getting closer and closer to Wang Yuan!

"Ah! What a magic trick! Look at the sword!"

Wang Yuan jumped up, held a sword in both hands, and slashed over with one sword.

The ending did not change at all. Wang Yuan was shaken and the monk was still safe and sound.

Wang Yuan had no extra words and ran away.

What a perverted monk. He has tried all his skills before he can take action, but he still can't do anything to him. What are you waiting for if you don't run away?

But as soon as he activated, Huo Yuanzhen moved his feet and instantly arrived at Wang Yuan's side. He stretched out his hand and said, "Where is the donor?"

"Go home."

Wang Yuan was startled by the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was obviously several feet away just now, so why did he come to him? When he heard the monk ask, he even answered.

Huo Yuanzhen was almost amused by this Wang Yuan and said, "The donor can no longer go back."

This hand contained the power of the dragon claw hand. Wang Yuan tried to block it with his arm, but he was like a mantis arm shaking a car. He could not do any obstacle at all, so Huo Yuanzhen grabbed the neck.

The big hand instantly grabbed Wang Yuan like a steel hoop, and with one hand, he pulled Wang Yuan's feet off the ground. Sure enough, it was just one move!
Chapter completed!