Wanderer of Myriad Worlds

Shaomuroyama!

The quiet place of the Buddha Gate has become more and more lively in recent days.

A wave after wave of forces converged from all directions towards Shaolin Temple.

The purpose is to participate in the hero convention initiated by Shaolin.

The people in the Minjiang River, except for a few people, are fun to live together. This is a kind of insight and a kind of consultation.

So we often see that when a major event is about to happen on a river or lake, there will be a crowd of heroes and it will be very lively.

And this time, it is not used for the hero meeting of Juxianzhuang.

Neither the initiator nor the person to deal with can be the same.

Xue Muhua, although slightly thin on the rivers and lakes, is obviously dwarfed by Shaolin, who is in charge of the world's martial arts.

Although Qiao Feng was once the master of the beggars, but now it is just a street mouse and everyone yells, but the Murong family is a martial arts family with a reputation in the south of the Yangtze River. The influence and influence far exceed Qiao Feng who abdicated.

On this day, in a hurry, Fang Qingshan and his party also came to the foot of Shaoshan Mountain.

The world martial arts out of Shaolin!

Looking up, Fang Qingshan couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Wu Shaolin is an indispensable character in Wulin. When I was still in the last French era, I learned from various books, but never really came. Today, I have achieved a dream.

"Sister Ah Zhu, do you say your son is here?"

"I don't know, it should not have yet. If the son arrives, the hero convention should start, and it's obvious that these people are not indifferent."

Uh ...

阿 As soon as Azhu Abi talked softly, there was a sound of fighting not far away. Although it was soon over, it still caused the curiosity of Fang Qingshan and others.

Although in the eyes of Fang Qingshan, today's Shaolin is not worthy of the name, don't say yourself, even a person like Kumochi can single out the entire Shaolin, but in the eyes of most people, Shaolin is still overwhelming the world and cannot be provoked.

Today, the hero convention held by Shaolin is about to start. Fang Qingshan would like to know who is so shameless and actually started to work under the mountain.

Xun and his party looked at each other, and all left and walked in the direction of the sound of fighting.

I came near, and there were already a lot of people watching the crowd here. Everyone pointed and whispered. From their conversations, Fang Qingshan and others knew that someone had trouble asking for help.

Although the beggar and Shaolin are as deserved in Fang Qingshan's eyes, one is called the first gang in the world and the other is the first temple in the world, but Shaolin has at least one hidden killer to sweep the monk, and the beggar has no Qiao Feng, which means that there are more people , Completely on the countertop.

But there are many people, as long as the veil is not unveiled, in the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes, the beggar is still the same prestige, and now there are actually people who are looking for the beggar, so such a wonderful thing is naturally not to be missed.

"Who is your lord? Why is it difficult for me to betray me? Do you think I can be deceived?"

Watching the beggar helping the four elders, they have been fighting one after another, but the leaders' hands have not moved, but some of the subordinates around them will easily cook them, and Elder Xu can't help but sink, especially because there are many good men and women watching around. If this is not handled well, the beggar I ’s reputation will probably be ruined.

"It doesn't matter who our family is. It's difficult for you to beg your hand? A group of callers are also worthy of our family's hands?" The leading man doesn't need a jaw, his face is like a crown jade, and it's slightly feminine. Said.

"you......"

As soon as this remark came out, it wasn't just that the beggar helped the crowd, and he was so anxious to tear him apart. The other spectators were also uproar. Although the beggars were all a bunch of callers, they still looked down on them for the first time.

"What are you doing, our family just asks you a word, do you pay the kid behind you?"

Seeing that there was a lot of noise around him, he looked as if he was being watched by a monkey. The leading man could not help humming, letting out the whole body to sweep the Quartet, an invisible oppression, hesitated time, calming the scene.

"Yes or no?"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on Elder Xu.

The child mentioned by the man is just a kid he saved halfway to Shaolin. It doesn't matter much. It is nothing to hand over, but at this moment it is difficult to ride a tiger because he has been linked to the reputation of the beggars. Together, once it is handed in, the reputation that the beggar has managed to save will be ruined.

Don't give it up. See if they haven't done it by themselves. Just by letting their men go, they will let the beggar help the four elders to defeat. Once they really start to act, I am afraid they are really fierce.

At this time, the beggars and others, including Elder Xu, could not help but remember the presence of Qiao Feng. If he was there, it should not be difficult to think of it, and he refused directly. If he wanted to fight, he would fight, unfortunately! Everyone could not help but sigh.

怎么 "What? Is it so difficult?" The leading man was already a little impatient. "I will give you one last chance ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ count three. If you are not sure, I will do it myself."

"One!"

"Two!"

As the numbers spit out from the man's mouth, the scene was condensed, and many people began to slowly withdraw towards the rear. The fire broke out at the gate and the pond fish, they didn't want to be implicated. For a time, it was Fang Qingshan who was behind the crowd. A group of people let out.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddhist horn sounded, but Xuan Cheng walked down the mountain with a group of people.

He was originally a welcome monk, and he had a good reputation on the rivers and lakes, and he had good strength, or people who had received heroic posts must greet him in person. After all, Huahua Jiazi carried people, and they gave you Shaolin face. You came from afar. We can't say without it.

I heard that the beggar had helped, so Xuan Cheng took his disciple to greet him halfway. He heard that someone and the beggar had a conflict, so he rushed over. This hero meeting was, after all, about Shaolin's face, but Nothing can go wrong.

"All donors, come from afar, it is better to go to Shaolin first to have a cup of tea, let's sit down and talk about anything."

I watched the tense atmosphere and Xuan Cheng, the host, said.

I saw Xuan Cheng's arrival, and the beggars could not help but feel relieved and thought that everything would be fine. Others who looked at the excitement and lamentation also lamented. Only Fang Qingshan knew that things were not so simple.

"No need, our family still has work to do. As long as the kid is handed over, our family will turn around and leave." Sure enough, as soon as Xuan Cheng's voice fell, the man didn't give him face, and straightforwardly refused.

"Amitabha, can't the donor look on the thin side of Shaolin?" Xuan Cheng paused. Although his tone did not change, he personally knew he was unhappy.