Xuanci sighed.

There really are people hiding in Shaolin Temple!

This Shaolin Temple is my territory, do you regard it as your home?

Is there anything else I didn’t know about the Shaolin Temple before?

Now, is there anything else I don’t know about this Shaolin Temple?

The Chinese language is so broad and profound!

"Old thief Murong, please accept your fate!"

"I, Xiao Yuanshan, seek revenge on you!"

Xiao Yuanshan made a move to kill him. Murong Bo had a confused look in his eyes and could only resist.

Murong Bo was completely confused.

Is this person Xiao Yuanshan?

Xiao Yuanshan is Xiao Yuanshan, but...

How did I reveal my identity?

I hid it so well and was exposed?

The two of them attacked wildly, and the fight was fierce.

Abbot Xuanci was angry.

He rolled up his sleeves.

You don’t take me as your master seriously!

Do you know what it means that the world’s martial arts originated from Shaolin?

He was about to rush forward angrily, and the next second...

"Disciples, listen to the order and let them fight!"

Xuanci put his hands together and showed compassion on his face.

Shaolin monk: "..."

Abbot, are you timid?

Xuanci: Haha!

How could I be so cowardly?

Can't you beat even one?

Even if I can't beat them, I still dare to fight them.

Mainly, this is their personal grudge, so let them fight it.

I'm not a coward.

"Xiaoyaozi."

The sweeping monk looked at Zhou Du and said, "Since they are fighting, I will fight with you too!"

Zhou Du: Get out!

I'm still waiting to harvest Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

If I fight you, let alone whether I can beat you, even if I can beat you...

I will also use up most of my internal energy.

Get out of the way, I won’t play with you!

"I don't want to fight you, I just want to know, do I know you?"

Zhou Du asked.

Sweeping Monk: Alas!

You have indeed forgotten me!

"Are you Duan Siping or Murong Longcheng?"

Zhou Du asked.

Sweeping Monk: "???"

How could I be them?

"You remember these two masters, even I have forgotten!"

The sweeping monk sighed, "The poor monk's name..."

"Poor monk Yunhai!"

The sweeping monk said calmly, "Monk of the Yun generation!"

"I have met you, talked to your disciples, and even obtained the Small No-Phase Skill from you!"

The sweeping monk put his hands together and looked compassionate.

Zhou Du: "???"

Senior Yun?

Never heard of it!

"Who do you think you are?"

Abbot Xuanci suddenly exclaimed, "Are you the great uncle of Master Yunhai?"

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk nodded, "The poor monk was once a lay disciple of Shaolin. Later, he escaped into Buddhism and received the Buddhist name Yun Hai."

"It's been forty-two years since I came to the Sutra Pavilion. I don't know if it's been forty-three years."

The sweeping monk said gently, "Xiaoyaozi, when you were the best in the world, I once challenged you..."

"It was you who gave me the advice, I'm very impressed!"

"Unexpectedly, we will all die of old age, but we can still meet in this Shaolin Temple!"

The sweeping monk had a look of emotion on his face.

"Don't worry, even if you die of old age, I won't die either!"

Zhou Du said calmly, "I can definitely beat you to death!"

Sweeping Monk: "..."

I know that your Xiaoyao sect’s martial arts are awesome, and I know that you will have a long life.

Let me tell you, Shaolin’s health-preserving skills are also quite good.

Who knows who will survive and who will die by then?

Zhou Du looked at the sweeping monk and smiled.

Now we know that the sweeping monk is a master of Shaolin.

Xuanci calls him uncle, he is two generations senior to Xuanci.

He is the thirty-second generation master of Shaolin Temple.

(Making it up! Who knows who the sweeping monk is?)

"Xiaoyaozi, I want to challenge you!"

The sweeping monk said coldly, "I was defeated by you back then, now I want to challenge again!"

"well!"

Zhou Du sighed, "How old are we two?"

"You are one hundred and fifty, and I am one hundred and forty too!"

The sweeping monk said.

"We are almost three hundred years old together, what a challenge!"

Zhou Du stretched out his hand, "In order to preserve Qi and blood, we have to work hard on our internal strength!"

Sweeping Monk: "..."

Are you sure this is called preserving Qi and blood?

Internal strength competition is the most ferocious, right?

One mistake and both of us will burp.

you……

"Come and compete with your inner strength!"
To be continued...