During the semi-final match against Rising Sun Madness, a mysterious expert was forced to take the lead and kindly reminded Ye Xing.

"Ha, you are still a bit clever. But what happened this morning was that I made a fool of myself. You are quite good at hiding your strength. Not only did you defeat Rising Sun Madness, but now you have blocked Rising Sun Dongsheng's full blow without dying.

.Given time, the future will be bright! Not bad, very good!" The middle-aged man in Lan Shang looked at Ye Xing and nodded with satisfaction.

The leader of the Holy Fire Cult, Xuri Dongsheng, is one of the thirty-six Supremes on the Heavenly Ranking. It is amazing that Ye Xing, who is only in the second-level Xiantian realm, can block his full blow.

"Senior, you are so complimentary!" Ye Xing's eyes moved, and he immediately asked: "I don't know your senior's surname, but one day, after this junior recovers from his injury, he will definitely come to thank you!"

"The eminent monks from Shaolin Temple are coming!" The middle-aged man in Lan Shang glanced into the distance and said to Ye Xing: "Boy, take good care of Mengxue for me. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a whoosh, a purple light lit up, and the middle-aged man in blue clothes had disappeared above the roof.

"Mengxue?" Ye Xing looked confused, "You want me to take good care of Mengxue. Who is this senior Lan Shang?"

Ye Xing vaguely felt that this senior Lan Shang had something to do with Mengxue. Maybe he rescued him because of Mengxue's face. Otherwise, the two of them had never met each other and were not relatives. Why would anyone save him?

He went to offend the Holy Fire Cult.

Ye Xing was thinking about it, and at this moment——

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh whoosh!"

One after another, the sound of breaking through the air rang out from the ears, and Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, came to the courtyard with many eminent monks.

"Amitabha, I'm late, how is the little donor's injury?" Master Kongyun looked concerned, walked quickly to Ye Xing, inspected Ye Xing's injuries, and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good, little donor.

Although the injury is serious, fortunately it is not life-threatening, and he should be able to recover after resting for ten and a half days!"

After a pause, Master Kongyun muttered: "Little benefactor, who hurt you? Could it be the Holy Spirit——"

"Yes!" Ye Xing nodded slightly and said, "It was the leader of the Holy Fire Cult, Xuri Dongsheng, who personally took action!"

"Hey, the leader of Xuri Cult is too arrogant." Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, sighed and said in a deep voice: "Our Buddhist sect is a place of pure cultivation, how can we allow such evil guests to be so presumptuous? Junior brother Kong Lin, what are you doing now?

Lead people to remove the Holy Fire Cult troops from Wuliang Mountain!"

"I will obey the decree of the abbot and my senior brother!"

A group of eminent monks behind Master Kongyun immediately left the small courtyard, started Qinggong and rushed towards the location of the Holy Fire Sect's troops.

"Little donor Ye San, since the leader of the Holy Fire Cult dared to attack you, why didn't he kill you?" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, had a trace of doubt in his eyes.

After all, under normal circumstances, if a supreme powerhouse of the same level as the Holy Fire Cult Master Xuri Dongsheng takes action, a young second-level Xiantian realm warrior like Ye Xing will definitely have no chance of survival.

"It was a senior Lan Shang who rescued me. I listened to their conversation and that senior seemed to be some kind of emperor!" Ye Xing said.

"It turns out it was the emperor who took action. No wonder I sensed the huge energy fluctuation from a long distance away!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, nodded slightly.

"The abbot knows that senior?" Ye Xing asked quickly: "Who is that senior?"

"Amitabha, I don't know him!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, muttered: "However, there are only four emperors in the entire Wulin Continent who can be called emperors, namely Donghua, Western Zhou, Nanming, and Beiyuan. The four emperors have noble status.

He dominates the four dynasties and governs hundreds of millions of living beings, and the power in his hands is astonishing. It is truly a blessing for little donor Ye San to be familiar with one of the emperors!"

"It turns out that the emperor is the head of the dynasty!" Ye Xing's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed. It was the first time for him to meet the emperor Lan Shang, and they were not familiar with him at all. However, from the conversation, it could be seen that the emperor

The emperor must know Mengxue. Ye Xing immediately decided to ask Mengxue tomorrow.

"Although the little benefactor has saved a life now, he cannot be careless. Since the leader of the Holy Fire Cult dares to take action in the Shaolin Temple, if he leaves the Shaolin Temple, he will probably be even more unscrupulous." Master Kongyun, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, said in a deep voice.

"Well, what the abbot said is true. The boy was indeed careless tonight. Since I disabled Xuri Kuang's right hand, I should have thought that Xuri Dongsheng might move tonight -"

"If the little benefactor thinks so, you are wrong!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, shook his head and said: "The fact that Xuri Kuang's right hand was crippled is not enough to make Xuri Dongsheng so impatient to kill you!"

Ye Xing couldn't help but be stunned.

"If my prediction is correct, it should be the finger-light skills you used when you fought against Rising Sun Kuang." Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, muttered: "Your finger-light skills seem to be able to restrain the Holy Fire Cult's "Holy Fire Toad"

"Gong", this is the main reason why Xuri Dongsheng wants to kill you in a hurry!"

"By the way, speaking of this, I also have a question that I would like to ask the little benefactor Ye San!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said.

"The abbot should say it's okay!"

"Amitabha, I would like to take the liberty of asking what kind of martial arts the little benefactor's special finger skill is?" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said solemnly: "That's right, it is recorded in ancient books that our Shaolin Temple has a magical skill called "Buddhist Yiyang Finger"

", according to those sporadic records and descriptions, it is somewhat similar to the set of finger lights displayed by the little benefactor in the ring——"

Ye Xing was shocked, his face was calm, and he said quickly: "Haha, the abbot is joking, the fingering martial arts of this junior is not the Shaolin Temple's "Buddhist Yiyang Finger", but the "Xiantian Yiyuan Finger", which is a celestial martial art.

A top-grade technique."

"So it's like this, I'm being rude." Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said loudly: "Donor, don't be nervous. If you really have the "Buddhist Yiyang Finger", our Shaolin Temple is willing to exchange it for equal value! We will not let the little benefactor

Suffer a loss."

"Well, Abbot, don't worry, if there is really a Buddhist technique, this kid will definitely return to Shaolin!" Ye Xing opened his eyes and said lies.

In fact, Ye Xing did not lie intentionally, but it was a secret related to himself. He did not dare to be careless until he was not strong enough.

"By the way, abbot!" Ye Xing asked immediately: "Since "Buddhist Yiyang Finger" is the magical secret book of Shaolin Temple, shouldn't it be logical that it is stored in the Sutra Pavilion? Why was it suddenly lost again?"

"Hey!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, sighed and said with a wry smile: "Our Shaolin Temple originally had seventy-two magical skills, but unfortunately more than half of them were lost in that catastrophe, and "Buddhist Yiyang Finger" was lost among them.

A magical fingering technique."
Chapter completed!