Meng Fantian's desperate efforts were successful, but he also paid a price.

Xu Xianxian's position in the sword formation is the most important. Although she has the lowest skill, her understanding of the sword scripture and the Divine Sword in her hand have brought the greatest threat to Meng Fantian.

If Meng Fantian slowly insisted on fighting, Xu Xianxian might eventually lose due to insufficient internal strength, but Meng Fantian had no time and had to take the risk to attack, which led to the fact that when facing Xu Xianxian's sharp sword, he could not avoid it and could only use the dog-beating stick to block it.

Although the dog-beating stick is tough, it cannot resist the frontal slash of this peerless divine weapon, and it is finally broken into two pieces in Meng Fantian's hand.

The token of the leader of the Beggars' Sect that had been circulated for many years was reimbursed!

Although Meng Fantian felt extremely distressed, this blocking gave him an opportunity. While the dog-beating stick was broken, he and Xu Xianxian were intertwined, and simply used a flying stick and hit Xu Xianxian on the back.

Xu Xianxian spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down. He took the opportunity to rush out of the sword formation and headed straight for Huigang and the others to chase him.

Huigang and Huijian and the others escaped not long before they saw Meng Fantian chasing him. Huigang knew that he was not Meng Fantian's opponent, so he had to take the initiative to push up, hoping to intercept Meng Fantian for a while.

Meng Fantian lost the dog-beating stick and his eyes were almost blowing fire, but he had no chance to go back to deal with Xu Xianxian and the others. Seeing Huigang coming to intercept him, he roared: "Bald donkey! I dare to go against the old beggar, and I will send you back today!"

After saying that, his single palm stood up and lost an arm, those complicated palm techniques were not suitable for him, but he became a blessing in disguise. Because he was focused, he realized the last palm of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and thus entered the quasi-perfect state.

Although Huigang has shown strong combat power, Meng Fantian is also confident that the other party will never be able to take over his strongest palm.

"Bald donkey! Look at the palm! Dragon..."

"The one-eyed dragon is useless. You might as well take a break!"

Before Meng Fantian could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by a man. He seemed to fly from the sky and encountered Meng Fantian's palm head-on.

The collision of the palm wind was not fancy at all. Meng Fantian felt a powerful force surge, and his body shook and flew backwards in the air!

Meng Fantian did not suffer any physical harm, but the psychological pressure was too great!

Can you shake yourself with the Sky-Splitting Palm. Could it be that the innate perfection has come?

It is said that an old monk in Shaolin has reached the perfect state. Meng Fantian really hopes it is that person because he heard the voice he was just talking, and it seemed...

Not only Meng Fantian looked over. Hui Jian, Hui Gang, Ayuga, Xu Xianxian, Lin Yi, Shaolin around him, Beggars' Gang disciples and countless crowds of people watching the fun all turned their attention to that direction.

Xu Xian's beautiful eyes were red. A pool of autumn water had been contained in his eyes, and this sound had been long gone.

Lin Yi held the injured Xu Xianxian next to her and looked over with eyes. Was he here?

Ayuga and Huigang were even more excited. They were traveling here from India through thousands of mountains and rivers. What they were looking forward to was to hear this voice. Now they finally heard it, and they were all watching it tightly. They were afraid that it was a dream.

Above the city gate, a bald head was shining with the sun, which was very dazzling. As the light and shadow flowed, the dragon walked and the tiger walked, and the abbot's appearance was always so elegant and shocking. It was a shining luminous body.

A huge golden-eyed eagle soared in the sky, then flapped its wings and took off. The abbot came down from the sky and shook Meng Fantian with a palm above the city gate.

After walking back and forth a few steps above. Huo Yuanzhen looked at the crowd below and smiled and said, "Ayuga Huigang, why don't you worship me when you see you as your teachers?"

Looking up at the master standing high above the city gate, Ayuga and Huigang were weak in their knees and knelt on the ground, bowing loudly, shouting: "Disciple Ayuga (Huigang), have seen the master!"

"Amitabha! You two come all the way from India. Thank you for your hard work, get up."

The two of them stood up excitedly, their eyes were sour, and they blinked hard, not letting tears flow out, and they didn't dare to speak anymore. They stood next to them, looking at the master excitedly and admirably.

Huo Yuanzhen once again turned his eyes to Lin Yi: "Miss Lin Yi, I haven't seen each other for several years, can everything be safe?"

Lin Yi looked up and tears shone brightly: "Master Abbot, Lin Yi is all well. She is taken care of by Sister Xu in Cihang Jingzhai, and she lives a very peaceful life."

"Have you ever worked hard to learn martial arts?"

Lin Yi nodded heavily: "Yes, Lin Yi gets up before dawn every day to practice swords. From morning to dusk, she has never been delayed by comprehending the sword scripture or practicing internal skills."

"I'm still diligent, but I can't delay it after dusk. For those who can meditate, sleep is no longer so essential."

Huo Yuanzhen was originally teaching a few words, but Lin Yi blushed at this moment and murmured: "Lin Yi has never slacked off, but after dusk, Lin Yi still has to pray for blessings."

"Oh! Do you pray for yourself? Or for the sect?"

Lin Yi glanced at Huo Yuanzhen quietly, shook her head hard a few times, and accidentally threw her hat off, her head full of black hair flying.

He took up the hat in panic and put it on. Lin Yi did not answer Huo Yuanzhen's words, but the charm at that moment still shocked many people.

Huo Yuanzhen felt a little nervous when he saw Lin Yi's expression. He seemed to have thought of something. He did not continue to ask questions, but instead turned his eyes to Xu Xianxian: "Miss Xu, it's true that he has taken over Cihang Jingzhai!"

There was still a trace of blood at the corner of Xu Xianxian's mouth. It was the injury I suffered when fighting with Meng Fantian just now. She had fallen down, but after hearing Huo Yuanzhen's voice, she still tried hard to stand up. She wanted to stand firmly, not wanting him to see her now in a mess.

"Thank you for your concern. Xianxian has never forgotten the instructions of Master Abbot and has been working hard to practice. Now that Master is in a big trouble, Xianxian can only take on the heavy responsibility of revitalizing Cihang Jingzhai. However, his skills are not as good as Master, he really feels guilty."

"This is a bad word. I see Xu Xianxian's cool and heroic appearance, as if he is not as good as a man, and there is no killing spirit between his eyebrows and eyes. Although he may not be able to become an iron-fisted leader like a master, it is definitely not empty talk to make Cihang Jingzhai carry forward in time."

"Thank you for the praise of the abbot. It's just that Xianxian is young and energetic, and does not have a deep understanding of Buddhism. Cihang Jingzhai is a sect that was born. Xianxian really feels that she has the heart but lacks strength."

Looking at Xu Xianxian's beautiful face and the black hair on her temples, Huo Yuanzhen recalled what he said to him.

At that time, I was determined to let Xu Xianxian get out of Cihang Jingzhai and become an alliance with Shaolin. Fortunately, there was a helping hand in the world.

But if you want to become the head of Cihang Jingzhai, you must first become a monk and become a nun. The beauty in front of you is not old. But you have to cut off your black hair. Thinking about it now, it is really a cruel thing.

Although Xu Xianxian agreed, Huo Yuanzhen could still hear from her words that he was unwilling to accept it.

She has not officially become a monk yet, but Huo Yuanzhen doesn't know how to comfort her.

"President Xu came here, but came to participate in the Shaolin Temple Fair?"

"good."

When Xu Xianxian heard Huo Yuanzhen's name changed from a girl to a leader, his face darkened and his voice couldn't help but lowered.

"Okay, the matter here will be resolved soon. Master Xu will set off with me and others in a while."

Huo Yuanzhen shook his hand when he spoke, and a black light flashed by, and Xu Xianxian reached out and took it. A black pill fell into Xu Xianxian's hand.

"This is Shaolin Great Return of the Dan. Master Xu, please take it. Your injuries will be fine soon."

Xu Xianxian blinked twice, raised her hand and quietly wiped the corners of her eyes while the person was not paying attention, then gently swallowed Dahuandan, sat down under the guards of several nuns beside her, and began to absorb the power of medicine.

Huo Yuanzhen turned his eyes to Huijian and others again: "You are doing well. You know how to protect your fellow disciples and retreat. These Ayuga and Huigang are indeed from me in Shaolin. They will be brothers from the same school in the future. They should be as close as possible."

"Disciple follows the abbot's teachings!"

Hui Jian, with two disciples of the Jue generation, and those monks of Wen, bowed and answered together.

Huo Yuanzhen had supreme prestige in Shaolin and respected him extremely no matter who he was. The abbot's teaching was the Buddha's will.

After talking to everyone one by one, Huo Yuanzhen finally turned his gaze to Meng Fantian.

"Amitabha! Gangmaster Meng is fine!"

Meng Fantian looked up at Huo Yuanzhen. This posture of looking from bottom to top made him extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to jump up from the ground and go up to the city gate. Only in this way did he seem to be on the same level as the two of them.

But he didn't dare. He was worried that he would jump. The despicable bald donkey gave him a palm from above and hit him back, and his face would be greatly lost.

This monk did it, and he just put his hands down from a high position. No wonder he could be shocked and Meng Fantian dared not take risks.

If you can't go up and talk, you have to raise your head in this slightly humiliating posture, "I'm bald, I still remember the old beggar!"

"Master Meng, you came to my Shaoshi Mountain from afar and did not forget to attack my Shaolin disciple. How dare I forget you!"

"Hmph! This gang leader is willing to help you teach these little bald donkeys a lesson. It is their honor. You Shaolin Shaolin is not straight and the lower beam is crooked and will not discipline your disciples. The old beggar is willing to do it for you."

"Things in the world are always so wonderful. You thought you could teach me a lesson from Shaolin disciples, but in fact, my Shaolin disciple was safe and sound. Instead, your gang leader Meng lost the treasure of the Zhen Gang. You calculated to the beginning, but not the end. This is what it means that people are not as good as God. Master Meng, God doesn't help you, but you have already exhausted your energy."

As he spoke, Huo Yuanzhen said to Huijian: "Huijian, prepare a set of clothes and change it to Gang Meng later. He has never worn a decent clothes in his life, so it's time to change it to a new one."

Meng Fantian was stunned when he heard this: "I quit the thief, what do you mean?"

Huo Yuanzhen looked compassionate and said condescendingly: "What do you think?"

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Chapter completed!