Yang Dianfeng, Wang Badan, Xiong Chumo, and his name is Dong Xi, which is so elegant. Unfortunately, his surname is Gou!

The most critical thing is that the main god space is also a stubborn mind, not even a name change card, and only limits everyone to use their real names. Every time the system informs them, they want to rush back to the original world and cut the old guy in half.

"Okay, I've been screaming for so many years, are you still not used to it?" Gou Dongxi snorted coldly and said to Wang Badan, "You and the fourth brother should watch those people, I'll take the third brother to Shaolin first!"

"No!" When Wang Badan heard that he was about to take action, he licked his lips excitedly, "What kind of storm can these guys make? Just let the fourth brother watch it. I haven't moved my muscles for ten days!"

"The fourth brother's strengthening route is not suitable for fighting alone!"

Gou Dongxi did not agree: "We went directly to the Sutra Pavilion, took the things and came back. If you want to fight and go to the Songshan Sect later, let you fight enough!"

"Boss, this is what you said!" Wang Badan raised his lips, and the flesh on his face shook, "I'll leave it to me later!"

"good!"

Gou Dongxi nodded, signaled Yang Dianfeng, and his legs flew out of thin air.

"Be careful, don't wait for the monk to get rid of the chrysanthemum!" Yang Dianfeng used to run Wang Badan before leaving.

"You can wait for labor and capital!"

Wang Badan looked at Yang Dianfeng's departure back and spat fiercely, feeling angry, looking at the four people sitting on the ground behind with a bad look, and said viciously: "You are honest with the labor and capital, otherwise the labor and capital will loosen your muscles and bones!"

"Uh..." Obviously, Wang Badan's image left a big shadow in their hearts. Just a word that threatened them made several people tremble all over and subconsciously retreat.

"Second brother, everyone is all teammates, why make the relationship so stiff!" Xiong Chumo patted his shoulder, as if he was talking to the four people.

But after a period of time together, everyone knew that this person seemed kind, but was as vicious as a venomous snake.

"Oh!" Wang Badan sighed, sat on the ground and looked around, sighing, "Boss is just too careful. He is obviously a world of low martial arts. Why are we afraid of our heads and tails with our strength?"

"If you want me to tell me, let's destroy Shaolin first, then slaughter Songshan, and push the world far away in just a few seconds!" Wang Badan sneered.

Xiong Chumo's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "This time we finally lowered the score with four people and entered a low martial arts world. If you don't have fun, you'll go back. Isn't this a waste!"

"What's the point of low martial arts? There is not even a master who fights with labor and capital!" Wang Badan curled his lips.

"Isn't killing fun?" Xiong Chumo said with a sinister look in his eyes and said with a grim smile, "If it really doesn't work, let the boss let you go and get an emperor and experience the feeling of the Sixth Courtyard of the Harem!"

"Haha, this one can be there!" When Wang Badan heard this, he became interested and a lewd light flashed in his eyes.

"Then you will let the boss give you a few days off!" Xiong Chumo jokingly.

The two chatted and laughed, unscrupulous, as if everything in this world was in the hands, and they were all despised by the heads of any sect and the masters of the martial arts world.

Even the position of the Nine Five Lords is like taking a picture of a piece of cake to them.

The four people behind looked at the two of them and felt miserable, hoping that they would not encounter any trouble and survive smoothly, so that they could live longer.

...

Shaolin Temple.

Two figures passed through the sky and headed straight for a pavilion in the temple.

The pavilion carved beams and painted roofs have a very Zen charm. You can see that the Buddhist atmosphere is deeply gathered. A wooden plaque is hung in front of the pavilion, with the three big words "Sutra Pavilion" written on it.

Gou Dongxi and Yang Dianfeng were like a flying rainbow. Looking at the Shaolin disciples and nothing around, they fell into the window and turned straight into the pavilion.

Rows of wooden bookshelves are densely packed with scriptures.

Gou Dongxi took a rough look and found that although there are many martial arts secrets, most of them are Buddhist classics.

"The world of low martial arts is low martial arts, and the number of martial arts secrets is so small!" Yang Dianfeng, who was standing beside him, cursing his lips and sarcastically.

"The martial arts heritage is seriously lost!"

Gou Dongxi said disrespectfully: "If we can compare with the Tianlong era, how dare we come in so blatantly?"

"Too!"

Yang Dianfeng nodded, took out a backpack from his arms, and began to select books, but kept muttering: "This is not good for this main god. If the world of reincarnation is not opened, even local items cannot be collected into private space!"

"The main god space is to cultivate strong people, not to be used as a cheat sheet for you!" Gou Dongxi didn't look at Yang Dianfeng, but walked to the other side to start choosing. He looked down on him and threw it on the ground, and without hesitation, he was piled up with scattered Buddhist scriptures on the ground.

"A bold thief, dare to trek into my Shaolin secret place!"

The two of them were unscrupulous and the noise was too loud, which soon attracted monks guarding the Sutra Pavilion.

When the monk came up, he was shocked and trembled with anger. The attic on the top was already in a mess. Not only did the scriptures on the ground, there were two little thieves holding a cloth bag and carrying martial arts secrets there.

"Broad day, bright world, and you are so brave..."

A loud shout came from the top of the Sutra Pavilion. Unfortunately, before the sound was finished, a yellow-robed monk broke through the window and flew out from the top of the pavilion.

boom!

Crackling.

The monk fell to the ground, not knowing his life or death. The wooden blocks in the window fell one after another on both sides of his side, and the falling movement was quite loud.

"Junior brother!"

A scream resounded over Shaolin, instantly attracting several monks to come one after another.

"Go to the Sutra Pavilion!"

As soon as the head of the Bodhidharma Hall and his younger brother arrived, they looked up and saw the hole on the top floor.

Dozens of monks immediately took the order and ran towards the Sutra Pavilion with wooden sticks.

The first seat of the Bodhidharma Hall pulled open the clothes of the fallen monk, and a blood-red footprint suddenly appeared on his chest.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" The head of the Bodhidharma Hall frowned.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

Before I could think about it, several figures flew out of the pavilion again, and several times of bang bang, and the monks fell down like kites with broken strings.

Several disciples died one after another. The monks were furious and did not need to greet the head of the Bodhidharma Hall. They held their weapons tightly and continued to rush in.

"Go and invite the abbot!"

The head of the Bodhidharma Hall grabbed a monk beside him who was about to rush in, then jumped onto the eaves of the attic, borrowed two forces on the eaves, and grabbed the window ridge on the top floor with one palm and turned over and jumped in.

At this time, a group of monks also reached the top of the stairs and besieged a man in armor without fear.

Bang bang bang bang!

The man in armor had a terrifying martial arts skills. He faced the monks alone but looked calm. He carried his hands behind his back, but his legs were twitching, so no one could stop him.

With every kick, a monk was kicked away. With his strength, he directly broke through the surrounding walls and flew out from the roof of the attic.
Chapter completed!