Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

Just when Li Xunhuan, Linghu Chong and others were reveling.

Another theft occurred in Southern Shaolin.

Bang!

The thief broke out of the window.

Laojie, Liaokong and Liaofan surrounded him from three sides.

With the experience from last time, they would not let the enemy succeed this time.

Liaokong's Great Weituo Palm flew out.

The palm wind whistled.

It was like a heavy weapon's bombardment.

The thief was also amazing.

He changed direction strangely in mid-air.

He perfectly avoided Liaokong's fatal attack.

Swoosh!

The finger force flew out.

It just hit the vest of the thief who was changing direction in mid-air and preparing to escape.

The thief had sensed the danger.

He wanted to avoid the risk with a yoga-like posture.

But he was still a little slow.

The finger force went through his body.

Bang.

The whole person smashed into the window of the wing room.

Almost at the same time.

The wound that had not yet healed was blocked by Lejie.

Liaokong and Lefan rushed in at the fastest speed without saying a word.

Violent voices rang out inside one after another.

"Luohan Fist?"

"Dharma Internal Strength?"

"You are Lewu! Bastard!"

...

The roar continued.

Finally, the wall exploded.

A bloody figure hit the wall and came out.

It was said to hit the wall, but it actually fell down.

He was knocked out by someone with a heavy hand.

The thief didn't have time to struggle.

He fainted.

A few secret books also fell from his arms.

Laojie walked forward, lifted the black scarf, and revealed the face of Luowu.

His face couldn't help but darken.

Luowu was their junior brother, a younger disciple of the Luo generation.

Although he practiced hard, he was ultimately unable to inherit the top-level magic skills due to his talent.

"I didn't expect it."

Laojie shook his head when he saw the dead man's appearance.

At the same time, he felt quite remorseful.

"It's really an internal thief."

Liaokong also sorted out his thoughts.

They had suspected why the book thief could get the secret skills so accurately.

So they had been investigating secretly, with a loose attitude on the outside and a tight attitude on the inside.

Under the false suspicion.

The fish finally took the bait.

"Just as we guessed."

Lao Fan then murmured: "But it seems to be too smooth."

This is just a doubt in his heart.

There is not much recognition.

Because the deceased is a master of Shaolin.

What he stole were several top secret books.

"This is Liao Wu."

"Hey, there are plum blossoms on his body, it seems that he is also a member of the Plum Blossom Thief."

Shan Shan cameChi Xinjian looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but suggest: "Hey, this is related to Shaolin's thousand-year reputation, so let's not defend it."

"Uncle Xinjian is right."

"Liaowu is our junior brother after all."

"Let all the monks retreat."

...

Xinjian's words won the support of Sanle.

The matter was handled coldly.

For a long time.

Xinjian, who had imprisoned Liaowu, secretly came to the dense forest under the cliff of the back mountain.

The mountain wind was howling here.

The forest was dark and dense.

Occasionally there were snakes, insects, and wild animals.

Don't even mention monks coming to this place.

Even birds rarely fly to such a dangerous place.

"It's me."

"Come out."

Xinjian called out.

Bai Xiaosheng came out from behind a big tree.

He looked unhappy and asked, "Didn't you deal with Wu?"

"Why?"

"He is the only disciple of my junior brother."

Xinjian asked back.

Liaowu is Xinchong's disciple.

After Xinchong died in battle, no one paid attention to Liaowu's situation.

Only Xinjian would occasionally show concern and give him some advice on martial arts in the name of his uncle.

Over time, Xinjian became the only person Wu could trust.

"Keeping him here will always be a hidden danger."

Bai Xiaosheng was very unhappy.

He came to steal the scriptures, not to tear his face with Shaolin.

"He won't betray us."

Xinjian shook his head.

Liaowu is an excellent tool man.

He had no help in Shaolin Temple, so he was naturally reluctant to part with such an obedient tool. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"He is just a pawn for us to get out of this situation."

"Don't let your emotions get in the way."

Bai Xiaosheng reminded him, "Don't forget, you are a Seven-Skilled Scholar."

Xinjian's face turned cold.

Xinjian was a latecomer, originally named Dan E.

Decades ago.

He was a famous poison master in the martial arts world.

His fame was even higher than that of the Five Poisons Patriarch who founded his own school.

Besides, he was elegant, well-educated, and proficient in astronomy, geography, and physiognomy, so he was called "Seven-Skilled Scholar" by the people in the martial arts world.

However, he offended someone he shouldn't have offended back then.

In addition, he was stimulated by something, so he joined Shaolin.

If Bai Xiaosheng had not known his identity and the secret of his retreat from the world, he would not have helped Bai Xiaosheng steal the secret book last time.

There would be no sacrifice of Lu Wu to exonerate himself this time.

Silence.

Xin Jian chose silence. []

"It's just Lu Wu."

"Not worth it."

Bai Xiaosheng just looked at Xin Jian.

"You want to kill him?"

Xinjian's heart sank.

Although he was just pretending to be friendly, after a long time, cats and dogs also have feelings.

Not to mention the obedient and well-behaved Liaowu.

So Xinjian also had some feelings for Liaowu.

"Leave the matter to me."

"You should actively communicate with Sanle or other monks about Buddhism in the next few days."

Seeing this, Bai Xiaosheng said directly: "You have to be ruthless to do big things, don't be so nagging."

"Amitabha."

Xinjian chanted a Buddhist name.

That was confirmed.

Bai Xiaosheng asked in passing: "By the way, where is the seventh-level Pure Yang Boy's Kung Fu?"

"Do you think that thing will be placed in the Sutra Library?"

Xinjian showed an irrepressible mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Ever since Cao Zhengchun was promoted to Grandmaster with Tiangang Tongzi Gong, and Liaojie was promoted to Grandmaster with Chunyang Tongzi Gong.

The martial arts world has regained its curiosity and enthusiasm for this martial arts.

Bai Xiaosheng is one of them.

"No."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Xinjian and reminded him, "But you are Liaojie's uncle."

"Yes."

"I am still the uncle."

Xinjian's tone was full of self-mockery.

His status in Shaolin Temple has never been high.

Now let alone status, his martial arts have been completely surpassed by Sanle.

The right to speak in Shaolin Temple is even more dispensable.

"Forget it."

"No Grandmaster is easy to mess with."

Bai Xiaosheng was helpless.

Of course, he didn't want to practice Chunyang Tongzi Gong or Tiangang Tongzi Gong.

Just wanted to deduce his own future from the mysteries of their skills and breakthrough techniques.

He knew Cao Zhengchun, who was very secretive about the mysteries of Tiangang Tongzi Kung Fu.

He also knew Master Lejie.

But Lejie's wisdom was only above Cao Zhengchun's.

Naturally, it was more difficult to pry out the seventh-level mysteries.

"You should pretend carefully for a few days."

"There will be results in three days."

After Bai Xiaosheng's last instructions, his body slowly retreated into the darkness.

He didn't give Xinjian a chance to refute.

For a long time.

Xinjian silently apologized in the direction of Shaolin Temple: "Liaowu, I'm sorry."

Because he knew that Bai Xiaosheng had opened his mouth.

There was no chance of luck for Liaowu.

Even if it was himself.

It was possible that he would die unclearly. .