In Shaolin Temple, in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

The Tianshan Tonglao, Murong Bo, Jiumozhi, Murong Fu and other masters were casually placed in front of the door, but Li Bufu had long disappeared.

There was also a group of Shaolin monks standing at the door to block the heroes and go further.

The heroes naturally wanted to get involved. Quan Guanqing of the Beggar Sect took the lead and said: "Dear Shaolin Masters, if there is really no Taoist secret treasure in the Sutra Pavilion, then we will of course withdraw from Shaolin Temple. Whoever does not retreat at that time, my Beggar Sect will definitely be the first to stand up and help Shaolin!"

Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect have always had good relationships, but Quan Guanqing seems to be very harmonious, but in fact he has evil intentions. If so many heroes really flock to the Sutra Library, then there will be no way to lose many precious sutras in the Shaolin Sutra Library today.

As soon as Quan Guanqing said this, the heroes responded one after another, shouting that they would enter the Sutra Pavilion.

Before Xuan Ji, who was in charge of the overall situation outside, another person said, "What if I don't want to retreat?"

The speaker is actually Xiao Feng!

Xiao Feng said: "My father and son must wait until after revenge before leaving!"

Quan Guanqing said: "Xiao Feng, you Khitan, you are a serious crime to break into Shaolin. You still want to..."

Bang!

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly came from behind, hit Quan Guanqing's chest with an elbow, knocking him away, and said, "The clown jumping, dares to speak wildly?!"

Although this attack beat Quan Guanqing half-death, it also made everyone in the Beggars' Gang angry and wanted to surround Xiao Yuanshan on the spot.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the Sutra Pavilion: "Two donors Xiao, come in with donors Murong."

I saw a gray-clothed figure flashing in front of the Sutra Pavilion, and Murong Bo and Murong Fu were gone.

Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan looked at each other and immediately jumped in.

The Shaolin monks did not stop the father and son. After a while, there was no sound inside. Li Qiushui stood outside, his eyes wandering, and his palms moved secretly. He planned to kill Tianshan Tonglao and Jiumo Zhige here, so that he would not cause any more trouble.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she exerted force, another palm force also came out, which canceled out with each other, and there was no trace of it.

Li Qiushui said in surprise: "Little Wuxianggong! Is it Xiao Wuxianggong again? Who is it?!"

A sigh suddenly came from the door of the Sutra Pavilion. When Li Qiushui heard this sigh, he was shocked all over and knew who this person was.

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The next day.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have not yet come out of the Sutra Library, and Tonglao Tianshan and Li Qiushui were also taken away by a man in white.

The heroes kept waiting, and they waited for a whole day, and the more they waited, the more they became more and more frightened.

——They originally had the intention of Shaolin Temple being compassionate and bullying, and they believed that even if they rushed over and came to the door, Shaolin Temple would not care about anything.

Although they later saw Li Bufu, they also felt that they were numerous and powerful. Even if Li Bufu had extremely high martial arts skills, they would not be able to kill all the heroes in the world. Moreover, there are important figures from several other major countries here!

But until now, these people haven't come out yet, they are gradually worried.

——Are all these people dead?

Until Li Bufu walked out with Jiumozhi, handed him in a drowsy manner to the Tubo man beside him, and then said, "Are you still waiting for me?"

For some reason, his face was pale, giving people the feeling that he had become much lighter.

But what he said was still sharp and it was afraid to look at him directly.

No one answered his words, only Bao Bi said: "No, no, no, we are not waiting for you, we are waiting for our heads!"

"Come out of our head of the family!"

Li Bufu said calmly: "No need to wait. Except for this Master Jiumozhi, the rest of the people can't wait."

Bao Duan asked in shock: "Can't you wait?"

Li Bufu nodded and said, "None of them will come out again."

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone was shocked.

The heroes did not dare to think further, but the timid man bowed to the Shaolin monks and left silently.

After the first person left, people gradually retreated and went down the mountain to leave the temple to say goodbye.

Li Bufu stood in front of the door, staring at the person who had not left.

Although he did not speak out or directly issued an order to expel guests, he would feel uncomfortable if he kept staring at him like this.

So most of the people left one after another, and in the end, only Bao Bian was left, and a few of them stared at Li Bufu indignantly, looking at him without fear.

Li Bufu said, "Well, I'll send your young master out. You guys go."

He turned around and went to the Sutra Pavilion, took Murong Fu out, threw it to Bao Ban and others, stood silently in front of the door, and did not say anything again.

Bao Duanlian asked, "Young Master, where is the head of the family? How is he doing?"

Murong Fu seemed to have something unspeakable, and was very embarrassed and said, "He...father, he won't come out. Let's go down the mountain."

Hearing Murong Fu say so, Bao Duan and others had to give up and go down Shaoshi Mountain with him.

Li Bufu waited until midnight, and all the heroes who should go down the mountain went down the mountain. Even if they were still thinking about it, they all looked for a hotel and stay at the foot of the mountain. When there was no one else in Shaolin Temple, Li Bufu breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as his tone came out, he seemed very weak and almost fell down.

Just as he fell to his feet, Abi held him up and quickly helped him into the Sutra Pavilion.

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In the Sutra Pavilion, the dust is ancient.

The fresh sunlight shines in, shining on the old scriptures, and dust floats everywhere, causing an incredible vitality to emerge from the extreme tranquility.

At this moment, the ancient Sutra Pavilion seemed to have brought some mysterious power.

A circle of people sat cross-legged on the ground, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Xiao Feng, Tianshan Tonglao, Wuyazi, and Li Qiushui were all among them.

After Abi helped Li Bufu in, the sweeping monk suddenly said, "You will return your skills to us, from strong to weak, from full to loss, which is a disaster."

Li Bufu used the Divine Lighting in his body and felt that his body's strength was slowly recovering. So he did not say anything, but sat down behind Wuyazi and meditated to regulate his breathing.

The sweeping monk actually used a magical method to prevent Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo from fighting, and to prevent Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui from living to death.

They all sat cross-legged on the ground, no matter what they thought in their hearts, but they were silent on the surface.

The monk sweeping the floor: "You have been fighting for many years, and each of them is the best masters in the martial arts world. I wonder what you think about martial arts?"

Everyone didn't say anything.

The monk sweeping the floor: "In my opinion, the one who has achieved the most in martial arts should be Xiao Feng and Xiao."

Everyone looked at Xiao Feng together.

In terms of internal skills, Xiao Feng is no more profound than Tianshan Tonglao, Wuyazi, Li Qiushui and others; in terms of martial arts, he is not as knowledgeable as Murong Bo; in terms of talent, he is just inherited from his lineage of Xiao Yuanshan.

But the sweeping monk said that Xiao Feng was the most accomplished in martial arts?

Li Bufu slowly spoke: "When Hero Xiao Feng entered the Xixia Palace at night, he did defeat Li Qiushui and saved me."

The monk sweeping the floor: "Because he has a spirit that is different from ordinary people!"

"Spirit?"

The monk sweeping the floor: "Yes, this is a kind of martial arts spirit! This kind of martial arts spirit has nothing to do with martial arts, internal strength, or martial arts, but a kind of spirit condensed by a person's personality, will, and emotions that belong to this person!"

Everyone remembered these words, but no one asked more questions.

Because they cannot fully understand it, this is no longer a category of martial arts. Even if they want to ask questions, they don’t know where to start.

Li Bufu said: "Do he have this kind of martial arts spirit?"

The monk sweeping the floor: "Yes! That's why he can defeat Concubine Li Qiushui."
Chapter completed!