The host shouted with a calm face and waved his hand.

"The Buddha's light first appears, and all the sticks subdue demons!"

Those disciples who formed the stick array placed the long stick in their hands horizontally on their chests. They held the long stick tightly with both hands and folded it hard outside. The stick began to bend outward, and it looked particularly elastic.

Zhou Xuan and Junbao were back to back, looking at the other brothers with a vigilant face. He leaned over and explained to Junbao softly.

"Junbao, you should pay more attention to safety. Let's break the stick later."

Junbao nodded and replied.

"clear."

At this point, he knew that he could not be good. But no matter what the situation was, he would choose to stand on his brother's side.

"Ahhh!"

The people roared and let go in an instant. The stick in their hands bounced towards Zhou Xuan and the others like a rubber band.

Zhou Xuan jumped into the air, grabbed one of the long sticks and beat the other sticks away. He deliberately beat one of the long sticks and threw it towards Jun Bao, and then rushed into the crowd like a tiger from the mountain.

The long stick was so tight that Zhou Xuanwu was so tight that it was not airtight. Others could not get up when they were rubbed and touched. It was not like in the movie. No one was injured after being beaten for so long. Of course, he was not killing him, but just hitting the joints of those people. If someone was hit, he would not be able to get up for a while.

Just as Jun Bao got the stick, he found that one-quarter of the people had been dealt with by Zhou Xuan. He widened his eyes and couldn't help but speak.

"So awesome!"

The host over there immediately shouted to everyone when he saw this scene.

"The Dharma is boundless, and the dragon and the tiger are subdued!"

If he continues to follow this formation, the stick formation will be broken by Zhou Xuan in minutes. Now he can only change the formation, hoping to control Zhou Xuan and the others. In fact, he feels a little regretful when he sees this.

The remaining disciples who could still stand pulled the people who could not get up to the ground to the side. They circled around Zhou Xuan and the others, roaring in unison.

"ah!"

Zhou Xuan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care about their tricks. He rushed into the crowd and hit the crowd.

Now with his strength, no thousand or eight hundred people can do anything to him. There are only a few dozen people here who can make a fortune, so how could it be his opponent?

In less than a few minutes, most of the people fell down. The rest of the people looked at Zhou Xuan and felt frightened. Fortunately, someone had already gone out to inform him just now, and I believe that there would be others to support him soon.

Zhou Xuan held a stick and pointed at the host from afar and smiled slightly.

But at this time, the door suddenly opened and Jue Yuan jumped in. He grabbed Zhou Xuan and Jun Bao and threw them out the door, and both were thrown to the door. In fact, Zhou Xuan had been waiting for Jue Yuan to come out and end, otherwise if he continued to fight like this, he would probably have to hit the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Zhou Xuan and Junbao stood at the door and shouted to Jueyuan inside.

"master!"

Jueyuan looked at Zhou Xuan and the others with a complicated expression and shouted

"You can't leave!"

Zhou Xuan turned around and pulled Junbao down the mountain.

The president of the Luohan Hall felt relieved when he saw Zhou Xuan leaving. Then he walked to Jueyuan and stared at him and scolded him.

"Jueyuan! Even if you are a disciple, you will do whatever you want! The disciple is yours, it depends on how you explain to the abbot!"

Jueyuan shook his head slightly and sighed helplessly. He was not worried about being blamed by the abbot, but worried about what his two apprentices would do in the future. The two lived in Shaolin Temple as young as a child and never stepped out of the mountain gate. Now they can no longer stay in Shaolin Temple, how can they survive in the future.

After Zhou Xuan and Junbao arrived at the foot of Shaolin Temple, they did not run away.

Jun Bao turned his head and looked at the back, sighed and said.

"I wonder how the master is now?"

Zhou Xuan patted Junbao on the shoulder and comforted him with a smile.

"Don't worry, the master will not be in trouble, but we probably can't go back. After all, it's all because of the master who is too partial and Xinbao is cheating in public."

At this time, Jueyuan walked over with a roll of bamboo slips wrapped in cloth and said with a sad face.

"Who can tell the difference between right and wrong?"

Junbao immediately knelt down and said.

"Master, we know we're wrong."

Zhou Xuan just bowed his head and bowed, but his face also showed a bit of regret at the right time.

Jueyuan sighed helplessly when he saw this scene.

"The fate is over, and I no longer have the ability to be your master anymore. Just treat the life of the world as your master. Troubles are Bodhi, and Bodhi is trouble. Alas..."

"Junbao, you are kind by nature, I feel relieved. Tianbao, you are so competitive. This Qigong mental method is not a unique martial arts, but when you are in a state of upset, it will bring you peace of mind. You must practice diligently and remember that you should treat everything with a quiet mind. Practice does not necessarily need to be in Shaolin Temple, you can go."

Zhou Xuan took the bamboo slips from Jueyuan's hand, and he and Jun Bao answered in unison.

“Yes, Master.”

The two went down the mountain.

Jueyuan looked at Zhou Xuan and Jun Bao's backs away and sighed again, hoping that they would be safe after going down the mountain.

After Zhou Xuan and Junbao went down the mountain, they walked more than ten miles to a town. Because it was not far from Luoyang, it was considered prosperous. The streets were loud and bustling, and there were many juggling and peddlings, and there were many small stalls and vendors everywhere.

Junbao was already confused and pointed at a person who was playing with a flower gun and asked Zhou Xuan.

"Which school of stick methods?"

Zhou Xuan also looked at the people on the street and waved his hand to Junbao and said.

"They are just performing arts on the streets and there is no sect."

He went down the mountain to do big things, but to meet people. If they didn't come, the person might be in danger.

Jun Bao was suddenly hit by a pedestrian, and pointed to the man who hit him and asked Zhou Xuan.

"Why did that man only shave half his hair?"

Zhou Xuan answered without even looking.

"They are Khitans outside the pass."

He was observing the people on the street to see if there were any suitable "fat sheep". They are now penniless and must get some money to fill their stomachs. As for the bamboo slips that have been put into the storage space, and he has successfully gained one-tenth of his luck.

It is indeed the key mental method used to create Tai Chi, and he was not wrong at all.

Jun Bao had been away for so long and was already hungry. He covered his stomach and turned to Zhou Xuan and said.

"Hey, I'm so hungry, let's go begging for alms."

Zhou Xuan saw someone on the street and waved his hand to Junbao with a smile.

"I'll take you to dinner after a while."

Jun Bao looked at Zhou Xuan with confusion and asked.

"Well? Where to eat? We don't have money, so how can we have food if we don't beg for alms?"

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!