Time is tight, so there is not much time left for yourself.

Along the way, Zhou Bo did not dare to hesitate at all. His body movements were unfolding to the most terrifying level, just like a phantom, quickly flying over the ground. As for Li Qiushui's light skills, they were not inferior. In addition, Li Qiushui is not as big as Zhou Bo, and it is even simpler to use the light skills.

When the next day, when the sky gradually became brighter, Zhou Bo finally arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain in Shaolin Temple.

Looking at the towering ladder above his head, Zhou Bo couldn't help frowning. At the foot of the ladder, there were several monks from Shaolin Temple guarding him. Usually, they were basically little novice monks. In the past, in order to receive masters from all sides, a powerful old monk was sent out. But now, the situation is different. At the foot of the Shaolin Temple, dozens of fully armed stick monks were closely guarding him, each with solemn faces, as if something extraordinary had happened.

This attitude made Zhou Bo's heart skip a little. Looking at this look, it was almost certain that something very difficult and serious must have happened in Shaolin Temple. Otherwise, Shaolin Temple would not have become so cautious and so strict.

Seeing Zhou Bo appear, among dozens of stick monks, one of the highest-ranking monks immediately came out and blocked Zhou Bo with his hands folded. Although it could be seen that the monk was quite heavy, at least he still maintained a certain politeness when facing the players: "This donor, Shaolin Temple will not be open to the public for the time being, so please go back..."

"Not open to the public? What happened?" Zhou Bo frowned and a low voice came from under the hat.

Nowadays, Zhou Bo's appearance, Zhou Bo's breath, and especially the low and cold depression coming from his body, are showing his own power without any scruples. This is a master, at least among the players, this is a terrifying master with super strength. Even said, this is a super master standing at the peak of the player.

So, although they are now at Shaolin's feet, these monks still dare not be too arrogant.

Hearing Zhou Bo's words, the monk explained: "Yesterday, a thief suddenly broke into Shaolin and killed several uncles. In the end, he was shocked by uncles. Now the temple is a little confused, so it is difficult to meet guests. I hope this donor will forgive me."

The master...it seems to be Qiao Feng.

In the end, Qiao Feng couldn't resist the murderous intent in his heart and broke into Shaolin. However, after hearing this statement, Qiao Feng should be the only one, and Nan Murong was not seen by Qiao Feng and Murong Fu.

"So that's it..." Zhou Bo nodded: "However, I have a friend who is in Shaolin Temple. I can't even see my friends, right?"

"Friend?" The stick monk was stunned. Now, there are basically no one in Shaolin Temple except for a few Shaolin Temple disciples. Why does this person have friends?

"I was sent by the Duan family in Dali to participate in the pursuit of Wuyazi. I have a servant Mu Wanqing, who is in Shaolin Temple and has not gone there. This is my proof." As he said that, Zhou Bo handed over the ivory wood piece in his arms, with his own logo and his own identity.

After taking the ivory wood chip, the stick monk looked at it and suddenly realized: "It turned out to be Senior Zhou, I'm not respectful. However, Shaolin Temple is really inconvenient now..."

"It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient. Then you can find someone to call Mu Wanqing down... Is this okay?" Zhou Bo said immediately.

"Of course this is OK, please wait." Hearing Zhou Bo's easy to speak, the stick monk breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly called his junior brother to go up the mountain to call Mu Wanqing down.

Looking at the ladder in front of you, Zhou Bo seemed to be able to see a great war that happened here yesterday. This war was probably the most powerful and terrifying melee in the history of the soul world. However, this melee appeared when most players had not noticed it.

The war between Qiao Feng, Shaolin Temple, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, the unknown sweeping monk, and countless top masters. When almost all players cast their targets on Wuyazi, a heart-wrenching crazy war was also taking place here.

"Who broke into Shaolin Temple yesterday?" Zhou Bo suddenly asked after a while of silence.

This question made the stick monk a little embarrassed. If he didn't know Zhou Bo's identity, there would be no problem. However, after knowing Zhou Bo's identity, this question seemed a bit embarrassing, because the person who broke into Shaolin Temple yesterday was Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng. Who doesn't know a fat man named Zhou Bo in the game, and he didn't know what methods he used to actually get Qiao Feng to his side. Now that he asks this question, it's hard to answer.

"It's Qiao Feng, don't feel embarrassed. Qiao Feng has been with me for a while, but he left a long time ago. What was the result of the battle yesterday? Did Qiao Feng have it?" Zhou Bo hesitated for a moment and asked.

"No, Qiao Feng was fine yesterday, so he finally left Shaolin Temple. Now no one knows where he is." The stick monk replied carefully: "But Qiao Feng's father stayed in Shaolin Temple and had been ordained as a monk."

kindness!

He said kindly, it seemed that the development of the matter was still under control. Although Zhou Bo did not participate in it personally, Zhou Bo could imagine that the battle would be quite tragic. It was quite rare for Qiao Feng to leave alive. After all, the mysterious sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple is one of the strongest top experts in the world. It is not easy for Qiao Feng to survive.

"How is the strength of the nameless sweeping monk?" Zhou Bo continued to ask.

Hearing this question, the faces of many monks around him showed a fascinating expression, but looking at this look, Zhou Bo could almost imagine the strength of the nameless sweeping monk, who was definitely the most terrifying master.

"The three masters Qiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, joined forces to not last ten moves in front of the uncle of the master!" After a long time, the stick monk replied.

Ten moves!
Chapter completed!