Li Fan's ferocity made everyone present feel uncomfortable, and no one dared to look at him. At this time, the Shaolin abbot stood up for the first time with the support of all the monks.
"Amitabha, donor, how could you be so cruel? The head of Huashan is just asking you! What does your behavior mean to the demon of Mingjiao?"
Li Fan saw that the Shaolin bald donkey had a beer belly and looked like he was speaking righteously. He immediately became unhappy and cursed at the bald donkey.
"Old bald donkey, this headless man looked like he was going to kill me, and he charged at me with his sword in hand. Are your eyes scared? Why didn't you stop him?
Now that he has been punished by me with the finger of justice, it would be better for you to show off again and show off. Could it be that I am easy to bully? "
As he spoke, Li Fan pointed at the old monk with his finger. The old monk looked at Li Fan's finger and swallowed his saliva immediately. The words on his lips were stuck in his stomach and he couldn't speak for a while.
After a long time, the old monk organized his words again and spoke to Li Fan.
"Young master, I don't have any bad intentions. I'm just trying to persuade the donor to put down his butcher knife. That's all. Since the master doesn't want to listen to my advice, I won't persuade him any more!"
After the old monk finished speaking, he returned to the Shaolin Sect. For a moment, all the sects looked at the Shaolin Temple with deep meaning, making all the monks look down and close their eyes, almost compassionate.
At this time, a disciple from one of the six sects in the distance screamed, and the screams broke the atmosphere of the scene and woke everyone up.
"Report, all the disciples of the six sects guarding the mountain were killed! Their deaths were extremely miserable!"
As soon as this little guy finished his report, all the people in the faction couldn't sit still. Everyone looked at Li Fan and Li Fan ugly, just because they were the only two people walking up from the bottom of the mountain.
"Sir, what do you mean by this? Why did you massacre my Wudang disciples?"
Li Fan looked at the middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face and questioned him with a serious face, and suddenly his face became a little unhappy.
"Haha, since they are trying to stop me, they have to be prepared to sacrifice themselves. How come you, a disciple of Wudang Mountain, are so great? You can set up roadblocks to stop people at will?"
"Hmph! Young Master, I am Song Yuanqiao, the seventh son of Wudang. If you don't give me an explanation today, there is no way that Guangmingding will be your final destination!"
Li Fan laughed until tears came out of his eyes.
"Haha, hahaha, you are really laughing me to death, Song Yuanqiao? Do you remember that in the past, these sects forced Zhang Cuishan to death on Wudang Mountain? They did this and forced one of your seven sons to death first. You Wudang sect are all shit. Not one was put.
And you, the Seven Wudang disciples, were fucked to pieces by the Shaolin bald donkeys with powerful diamond fingers. Why don’t you, the Wudang sect, take revenge? What? I'm just going to kill a few of you guys? Seeing that I am weak and weak, you want to kill me? "
Li Fan's sharp words hit Song Yuanqiao's lung tube. He was so angry that Song Yuanqiao almost fainted on the spot. However, a Wudang disciple helped Song Yuanqiao in time to prevent him from falling to the ground.
"You, you, you, a bastard, don't conspire with me! You, a thief, act so arrogantly, and you will definitely not end well in the future."
Song Yuanqiao said a few harsh words and was quietly helped into the crowd by Wudang disciples. Li Fan kept laughing when he heard it and didn't care at all.
"Amitabha! The donor has indeed passed. Our Shaolin Temple is a famous sect. What does the experience of the Seven Heroes of Wudang have to do with our Shaolin Temple?
The benefactor's brief statement is nonsense. The benefactor should stop sowing discord. Our two factions are both leaders of the right path. You can't sow discord with just a few words. "
"Haha, the bald donkey is so eloquent, it will be easier for you."
As he spoke, Li Fan looked at the burly monk next to the Shaolin abbot, and his heart moved. Li Fan immediately used the junior slave card.
As Li Fan used it, the voice of the system appeared in Li Fan's mind again, and the corners of Li Fan's mouth also turned up.
"Ding! Congratulations to the master for successfully enslaving Shaolin Martial Arts Hall Elder Yuan Tie. The system rewards the master with one hundred thousand dans of grain."
"Well, the reward is acceptable! System, show me the properties of this round iron."
"Ding!"
Name: Yuantie
Lifespan: 63 (43)
Kung Fu: Shaolin Nine-Yang Kung Fu, Golden Bell (disabled)
Martial skills: Powerful Vajra Palm, crossing the river with a reed
Realm: the pinnacle of first-class
"Haha, you are worthy of being a Shaolin elder. His attributes are really good, but his lifespan is too short!"
With a thought in Li Fan's mind, he ordered Yuan Tie to sneak attack the Shaolin Abbot. As soon as Li Fan finished transmitting the message, Yuan Tie struck the Shaolin Abbot with two powerful Vajra Palms from behind.
In an instant, the Shaolin abbot flew up into the air, vomiting like he wanted no money, and flew in front of Li Fan in a moment, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Pfft!"
The Shaolin abbot fell to the ground and spurted out another mouthful of blood, which almost stained Li Fan's clothes. Li Fan quickly dodged.
"Round Iron Evil Barrier, why are you doing this?"
Shaolin Abbot Haoxuan didn't faint on the spot. He turned around after a while and saw the monks surrounding Yuan Tie. He immediately knew the real culprit and started questioning him first.
"Haha, old bald donkey, I have wanted to kill you for a long time. You bald donkey claims to be righteous, but you never do anything about human affairs. You occupy the position of the abbot of Shaolin and can't even move. Today I will treat you as Do justice for heaven!"
As Yuantie spoke, he slapped several second-generation Shaolin disciples one after another, stepped on a reed to cross the river, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away.
The people in the world were even more shocked by the incident in Shaolin. Their eyes widened, and many people looked away at the Shaolin disciples.
At this time, the Shaolin disciples also came to their senses, hurriedly ran towards the Shaolin Abbot, and helped the Shaolin Abbot up.
"Master, are you okay?"
At this time, Master Miejie asked worriedly about the abbot of Shaolin. Seeing that several parties had not yet fought with the top leaders of the Mingjiao, first the leader of Huashan died, and such changes occurred in Shaolin, Master Miejie couldn't stand it any longer, and hurriedly He came out and asked the abbot.
"Amitabha, poof! Cough! Cough!"
"No, I'm fine. Master, don't worry."
"Well, if something happens, master, please feel free to ask me to wait."
As Master Miejie said, he retreated to the Emei disciples again. Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd. Li Fan looked up and immediately saw Yang Xiao and others walking out.
At this time, Yang Xiao and the others were all walking weakly. Li Fan knew that they had been tricked. Seeing a guy with a black face following behind them, Li Fan almost laughed out loud.
Li Fan was looking forward to the next direction of the plot. Li Fan stopped causing trouble at this time and quietly stood aside with Xiao Zhao, completely becoming an audience.
