Xuan Ci said loudly.

"You all came to my temple at the same time. Shaolin Temple is very honored. It's just that the hospitality is not good, so please forgive me."

All the heroes say.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the abbot doesn't have to be polite."

At this time, the Haoke, who was acquainted with Shaolin monks, had already told the story of the story. Everyone had received a heroic letter from the God of Suanzi, saying that Shaolin Temple and the Beggars' Sect have always been in line with each other in the Central Plains. Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, had some estrangement from Shaolin, which was not conducive to the harmony of the martial arts world.

He specially held a hero meeting to make up grievances and establish a martial arts leader from the Central Plains to unite everyone and formulate several rules so that his fellow men can abide by it. He decided to go to Shaolin Temple in person on June 15th to discuss with Abbot Xuanci.

Everyone showed heroic posts. Although the words on the post were quite humble, it was clearly said, "Who else could I do if the leader of the martial arts world is the only one who is the leader of the martial arts world?" The gods wanted to come to Shaolin Temple, obviously to defeat the Shaolin monks with martial arts skills and suppress the Shaolin Sect's reputation for hundreds of years.

The post did not invite all the heroes to Shaolin Temple, but all the martial arts figures were happy to move but not quiet. Who would not want to witness the great event of the sworn brother of the Beggars' Sect competing for the prosperity of the Shaolin Sect in person? So they came one after another.

At this time, what everyone in the hall said the most was one sentence.

"What did Mr. God's Consort think?"

Everyone asked this question, but no one could answer it.

Abbot Xuanci and his brothers discussed for several days, and they all guessed that this matter was probably A Zi's plan. With Qiao Feng's martial arts strategy, it would be better to be the leader of the martial arts world. Otherwise, the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin Temple had always had a good relationship, so why did this happen suddenly?

Qiao Feng's reputation is known to everyone in the world. Why bother to be the leader of the martial arts world? He can't even manage his own Beggars' Sect's affairs well, and he still wants to take care of this matter.

Not long after, the heroes from both lakes and Jiangnan arrived, the heroes from Sichuan and Shaanxi arrived, and the heroes from Guangdong and Guangxi also arrived.

The heroes were thousands of miles apart from north to south, but they all arrived in a row in one day. It was obvious that the Beggars' Sect had been preparing for a long time and had issued heroic posts a month or two ago.

Xuanci and the monks did not speak, but they were both angry and worried. Only a few days ago, the person who claimed to be a disciple of the Beggars' Sect sent a letter, talking about the choice of the leader of the martial arts world, and saying that they would come to worship the mountain in person within the day to listen to the teachings of Abbot Xuanci. The letter did not explain the date of worshiping the mountain, nor did it mention the invitation of heroes in the world.

But suddenly, the gathering of talents was gathered, and Shaolin Temple was in a hurry.

The Beggars' Sect has been launched for a long time. Although the Shaolin Sect has been widely known in the world, it has never heard of anything in advance. It has not yet been a competition and has already fallen short of the situation.

The Beggars' Gang's move was even more sure of victory, so they didn't say that they invited the heroes, but they were not convenient to serve as the master of Shaolin Temple. However, the heroic posts were really not invited. The monks thought again.

"The Beggars' Sect did not invite us to his headquarters, and he respected us in person. His gang leader personally moved, but in fact he wanted to catch us off guard by the Shaolin faction without any preparation in advance."

Xuansheng spoke to his friend Zhuge Zhong, the god of Hebei.

"Okay, Zhuge, if you get the message, you won't send me a message. Our thirty-year friendship will be written off."

Zhuge Zhong's old face turned red and explained repeatedly.

"I... I just answered the post three days ago, and I didn't have time to finish a bowl of rice. I arrived day and night. Two good horses were exhausted on the way, afraid that I would miss the day and could not help you, the stinky thief. Why... why do you blame me?"

Xuansheng snorted and said.
Chapter completed!