The little novice monk saw that the masters and uncles were increasingly difficult to resist, and they were dangerous and could lose at any time. They were very anxious.

But he at least knew that Pang Guan was not Shaolin's friend, but also an enemy. It was such an unreliable thing to ask the previous enemy to deal with the current great enemy.

But the situation on the field became more and more critical. The truth was that it was a dead horse. After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke to Pang Guan.

"Pang..."

But as soon as the little novice monk said a word, Pang Guan put his right hand on his shoulder.

"Shaolin and I are not mortal enemies, but we are also tired of each other. You uncles are in Buddhism, but your six senses are not pure, and you can't even see the word fame and fortune clearly. Who in the world is willing to save them? I am just a single guest in the world. The grudges and grudges in the world have nothing to do with me, and I don't want to involve cause and effect on myself."

Pang Guan looked at the battle in the square lightly, with no pity in his eyes, and his tone was as cold as the summer water.

The truth of the little novice monk was extremely disappointed by Pang Guan, but he also knew that it was not a fault for Pang Guan. It was just that as a Shaolin monk, he saw that his uncle was about to lose and Shaolin was about to fall into a state of blood flowing, so he naturally felt infinite sadness in his heart.

"The truth is that there is no love for no reason, no hatred for no reason, and no fighting for no reason. Do you know why Shaolin was attacked?"

Pang Guan watched the battle in front of him. Isn’t this the most real portrayal of the world? If Guo Furong saw these, could she still maintain her heart that yearns for the romantic world? Pang Guan continued without waiting for the truth to answer.

"There is an old saying that wood is beautiful in the forest and wind will destroy it. Shaolin occupies Zen Buddhism in the world, the reputation of a thousand-year-old ancient temple is also the leader of the martial arts world. Naturally, many people will think of it. For some people, Shaolin is just a thorn, piercing the belly button of the earth. Others want to remove it, but they are afraid of pulling up a piece of meat.

This thorn may be smelly and hard, but it does not belong to this land. It snatches other people's things, so of course others try every means to get them back.

If Shaolin himself is strong enough, the thorn will always be firmly stuck there, but the situation is obviously not the case now.

To put it bluntly, it is a battle for interests. The strong party occupies territory, the weak one swallows their anger, and the blacksmith must be strong himself!

Don’t think I’m just an individual visitor in the world, but if individual visitors want to be free, they must have the ability to travel the world.”

The little novice monk didn't know if he listened, so he lowered his head and said silently.

But the situation on the field changed instantly.

With his strong external skills, A San broke the five fingers of the head of the Luohan Hall. With a scream, A San wrapped his arm around the head of the head, exerted force again, twisted it hard, and clicked, and the screaming pain stopped the pain.

But A San was not satisfied yet, and inserted his right foot into the inner side of the first ankle, left out, and then quickly stomped his feet downward, and the kneecap joints were directly folded!

The first seat of the Luohan Hall has become a useless man, lying limply on the ground.

The first seat of the Prajna Hall is not better than the first seat of the Arhat Hall. In the hands of a ruthless external master like A Er, shattering of bones is a common method.

When Kong Xiang was stabbed by A Dalian in three swords and Kong Zhi was beaten away by the two elders of Xuanming, the duel between masters had come to an end.

"The Four God Monks of Shaolin, but that's it!" Lu Jian held a crutch in his hand and raised his toes.

"No one left!" He Biweng stood beside Lu Zhanke and shouted loudly.

The sword light and sword shadows were sprayed, and blood was sprayed, and screamed repeatedly. I saw the bald monk being killed continuously. The spear pierced through the chest, the sword pierced on the head, and even those who were stabbed by three spears in a row.

The monk died all over the place, and many soldiers fell down.

Kong Zhi sat cross-legged under the plaque of Shaolin Temple, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the cold air rushed up to his face, turning into deep blue, and even cold air emerged from his head. He was using his skills to force the cold air.

Seeing his disciples die one by one, fall down one by one, and be ruthlessly slaughtered, Kong Zhi's eyes were devastated, and Shaolin was finished in his hands!

"puff!"

Kong Zhi's emotional fluctuations could no longer suppress the cold air and squeezed his heart. He sprayed out a mouthful of blood, lowered his head and stopped breathing.

"So big Shaolin Temple! It is famous all over the world and the martial arts world is the leader. Today, I will finally be destroyed by my own hands..." Zhao Min looked at the dead Kongzhi and said with emotion.

"Master Ku, how great it would be if Wudang was as easy as Shaolin to deal with it. It's a pity that Zhang Sanfeng lived for more than 100 years and looked like a fierce dragon spirit. With him one day, when will I destroy the Central Plains martial arts world?"

Kutou Tuo shook his head, his face calm, but no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Oh, it's a pity that Master Ku, you can't speak." Zhao Min sighed.

The monks who can fight in Shaolin are almost killed. At this time, a group of soldiers are about to swing their swords to kill the temple, but the novice monks along the way are chopped down like they cut vegetables and melons.

But suddenly a series of screams came, and four or five soldiers flew backwards with screams, and when they landed, they burst into smoke and dust.

The two elders Xuanming immediately turned their heads and spoke with a little excited: "There are any masters?"

But when they saw the two people, big and small, standing at the door, the excitement on their faces suddenly froze.

Zhao Min moved her gaze and saw a middle-aged man with short hair standing lazily at the door, staring at the thousands of soldiers in front of the door with a calm expression and a chic and fulfilling wish.

When Zhao Min saw Pang Guan, she looked surprised at first, and then smiled sweetly: "It turned out to be the Demon Lord who has become famous in the world recently, Mr. Pang! I heard that you chose Shaolin Temple alone and broke the 108 Arhat Formation with one hand, shocking the world. It was so majestic! But I didn't expect to stay here now. What? Mr. Pang is going to be Zhang Fei, a Yan native, today, guarding the pass alone?"

Pang Guan smiled slightly: "Demon Lord? Who gave him the name?"

"Haha, Mr. Pang never leaves his home, so naturally he doesn't know your fame in the world now. Many people now think that Mr. Pang is the best in the world today, and his status is still above Mr. Zhang, Wudang. It is rumored that you came from the Demon Sect, so someone took the initiative to call you: Demon Lord!

Demon Lord, the Lord of Demons.”

Pang Guan was neither happy nor dissatisfied with the title of someone. He just smiled teasingly: "The Demon Lord, it does sound much more majestic than the main demon sect."

When Zhao Min heard this, she immediately knew that Pang Guan was mocking her for pretending to be the leader of the Demon Sect.

But she didn't care. What she cared about was Pang Guan's current attitude.

"Mr. Pang, you are standing at the door now, how can my subordinates get in?" Zhao Min said.

Pang Guan took out the cigarette rod from behind his waist, lit the fire, and took a sip: "Just walk over, just..."

"Just what? Is Mr. Pang standing on the Shaolin side today? Mr. Don't forget what he said. The agreement between us has not been long." Zhao Min now relies on being in the army and being protected by experts, and consciously has the capital to challenge Pang Guan.

"I will never forget the agreement. Pang Guan is a trustworthy person. Today, you can do whatever you want in Shaolin Temple. I don't care if you want to build a wine pool and a meat forest here. But there is one person you can't kill." Pang Guan said calmly while smoking.

"Oh? It's the little monk beside you. He has red lips and white teeth. No wonder Mr. Pang loves him very much. But today I want Shaolin to flow into blood, and no one left. This makes me in a dilemma, Mr. Pang." Zhao Min said provocatively.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether a little novice kills or not, but Zhao Min just wants to fight for a sigh of relief in front of Pang Guan. She was in the restaurant that day, and she had to tolerate everything. But now the army is by her side and there are many masters to protect her, so she feels that she is her home court now.

"My request is not too much. Miss Zhao is so unkind?" Pang Guan said with his eyes raised.

Zhao Min was a little scared when Pang Guan's eyes were aroused. She knew Pang Guan's strength, but just looked at Master Ku and others around her and her confidence came up again.

"If the teacher needs any precious medicinal materials, I should give them generously and not say anything. But today's affairs have long been destined. Shaolin must not leave any one. Mr. Pang should not make things difficult for me."

Hearing Zhao Min's words, Pang Guan smiled: "Miss Zhao insisted on being so merciless?"

Zhao Min just shaking the fan and didn't make a conversation, but the meaning was already very obvious.

Pang Guan's face gradually became colder and he said, "Miss Zhao, don't force me to take action. Do you think that just by these mobs and these three or five stinky fish and shrimps can block me?"

Pang Guan took the cigarette pole and pointed it at the two elders of Xuanming, Ada and the other two, and said arrogantly.

When they heard Pang Guan's words, the two elders Xuan Ming looked ugly, but Ada and the other two were glaring at each other and immediately wanted to take action. They didn't know Pang Guan's ability, but unfortunately they did not dare to take action without permission without the order of the princess.

"Oh? Mr. Pang has such a great spirit. But I have two thousand troops and many masters. Although Mr. is known as the Demon Lord, he is invincible in the world, what can you do to me?" Zhao Min didn't believe that Pang Guan really has the ability to fight a thousand. If someone can do it, he is not a human, but a land god.

Pang Guan took a step forward and just crossed the threshold of Shaolin Temple.

"Little girl, how can summer insects talk about ice? The frog at the well has seen the vast sky. Why don't we make a bet? I only take three steps. After three steps, if I can't appear in front of you, I will turn my head down the mountain immediately and stop asking.

But if I come to you three steps, you must promise me that I will never hurt this little monk!”

When Zhao Min heard this, she saw that she was now at least thirty steps away from Pang Guan, and she felt anger in her heart. Without thinking, she immediately replied: "Okay, just three steps, but I will change the bet. If the gentleman really came to me as you said, I will not only leave this little novice monk, but also other monks, I will not kill them.

But if the teacher can’t do it, I hope the husband can be my husband!”
Chapter completed!