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Chapter 24 Why go to Shaolin!

Xu Chenzhou accepted the red fruit sent by Han Li.

This elixir really helped him a lot.

And he also knew clearly that Han Li's current situation was not in the slightest danger.

Because Doctor Mo would never take action against Han Li.

After all, Han Li was Doctor Mo's only hope for survival. To attack Han Li in advance would definitely mean that Doctor Mo was out of his mind.

And with the resources of the chat group, Han Li's progress definitely exceeded Doctor Mo's expectations.

By the time Doctor Mo takes action, Han Li will already be able to defeat Doctor Mo.

One day later, in the chat group, the friends gathered here early, waiting for the melon-eating time to begin.

There is a great show today, if you don’t watch it, it will be in vain.

Zhang Junbao naturally knew the thoughts of the group of friends and started the live broadcast early in the morning.

The live broadcast of the chat group is quite high-tech. The viewers feel as if they are immersed in the place where the live broadcast is being broadcast, and can freely choose various viewing angles.

Apart from not being able to interact with the characters in the live broadcast, there is no difference from actually arriving at the scene.

Zhang Junbao was leisurely following Master Jue Yuan at this time, carrying water up the mountain with Master Jue Yuan.

The Thunder Suspense Sword was wrapped tightly in oilcloth, shaped into a stick, and carried behind his back.

With this divine sword in hand, he expressed that he was not at all panicked by today's small scene.

Master Jue Yuan has a kind face and an honest look, which makes him inconspicuous in the Shaolin Temple.

He was wearing a gray monk's robe, with several thick iron chains wrapped around his body.

These thick iron chains were locked on Master Jue Yuan's body as if they were dragons. Just looking at them was shocking.

But Master Jue Yuan's steps were not slow at all, as if these chains were as light as feathers to him.

Due to the punishment imposed by the temple rules, Master Jueyuan could not speak and could only walk slowly on the mountain path in the forest.

Only Zhang Junbao could feel that Master Jue Yuan's body was surrounded by a layer of Zen, making people involuntarily calm and focused.

Everyone in the group couldn't help but be attracted by Master Jue Yuan's temperament.

They have heard the story of Master Jue Yuan for a long time, but they have never seen the real person.

Hong Yi (Da Qian Scholar): "Master Jue Yuan is indeed a distinguished monk. Just by looking at his appearance, one can feel how profound his Buddhist knowledge is."

Han Li (Qixuanmen scholar): "Indeed, although I have never seen a monk since I was a child, but when I saw the appearance of Master Jue Yuan, I knew that a real monk should look like this."

At this moment, a young monk on the mountain road approached quickly using Qinggong.

"Jueyuan, the abbot is calling you. He is now at the gate of Shaolin Temple. You should hurry over."

The young monk's tone showed no respect for Jue Yuan.

Because in his opinion, Master Jueyuan is just an ordinary monk in Shaolin Temple, nothing special.

Jue Yuan has long been accustomed to people in Shaolin Temple treating him like this.

Due to temple rules, he couldn't speak, so he just nodded to indicate that he understood.

Everyone also knows that He Zudao has already entered Shaolin at this time.

Xu Chenzhou (group leader): "The drama is about to begin, Jun Bao, are you nervous?"

Zhang Junbao shook his head, full of confidence.

Zhang Junbao (Youfang Sanren): "With the sword of the group leader, what do these monks in Shaolin Temple mean?
Besides, even without the Thunder Suspense Sword, my martial arts alone is enough. "

Xu Chenzhou agreed very much with Zhang Junbao's words.

Even if he only relied on Zhang Junbao's martial arts, no one in the Shaolin Temple could be his opponent.

Zhang Sanfeng is Zhang Sanfeng. His martial arts skills and talent are simply astonishing.

In the original work, Zhang Junbao had never seriously studied martial arts at this time.Just relying on the incomplete Nine Yang Manual and the Arhat Boxing technique that took ten days to master, He Zudaosheng, who was suppressing the whole Shaolin and dared not speak out, was forced back.

Even in a duel of internal strength, He Zudao was not completely sure that he could beat Zhang Junbao.

In the past ten days, Zhang Junbao not only had the resources of the chat group, but also held his breath and practiced martial arts hard every day and night.

In just ten days, he had completely mastered the moves of the Bull Demon Power Fist and the Burning Flame Demon Fist.

Even in his spare time, he also practiced the Arhat boxing skills contained in the pair of iron Arhats to perfection.

Coupled with the century-old elixir given to him by Han Li, Zhang Junbao's internal strength cultivation level increased by leaps and bounds.

Moreover, Zhang Junbao also asked the complete Nine Yang Manual from Master Jueyuan, and these changes were superimposed one by one.

At this time, his fighting power is as high as in the sky and on the ground compared to Zhang Junbao in the original work.

The master and apprentice immediately rushed to the entrance of Shaolin Temple.

There is a crowd of people standing at the entrance of Shaolin Temple.

One hundred and eight disciples of Luohan Hall, wearing gray monk robes, stood on the left and right sides of Abbot Tianming.

These [-] Arhat Hall disciples are also the legendary [-] Arhats of Shaolin.

In front of them stood eighteen monks wearing light yellow cassocks. These monks were disciples of Bodhidharma Hall. They were older and had higher martial arts than the disciples of Luohan Hall.

Further forward, there are seven old monks standing. These seven old monks are the seven elders of the Xin Chan Hall, Shaolin's trump card at the bottom of the box.

The younger of these seven old monks is in his early seventies, and the older one is over 90 years old.

They looked extremely skinny, as if they were dying, but no one dared to look down upon them.

In a place like Shaolin Temple, the older you are, the stronger your martial arts skills are.

Almost all eminent monks who can live safely to the age of 90 are peerless masters.

The three leaders are the three highest-ranking masters in Shaolin Temple.

They are Master Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin, the first Wuxiang Zen Master of Bodhidharma Hall, and the first Wuse Zen Master of Luohan Hall.

They were also accompanied by Pan Tiangeng, Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang who came all the way from Shaolin in the Western Regions.

The martial arts of these three people are extremely high, and they can be regarded as first-class masters in the Central Plains martial arts, and they are not weaker than the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple.

Beside them, there were seventy or eighty Shaolin lay disciples standing.

This kind of battle can be described as massive.

Shaolin Temple had such a luxurious lineup, but there were only two people opposite them.

One is a middle-aged scribe in his 30s. He looks gentle and elegant, with a bohemian look. He is the Three Saints of Kunlun.

The other one is a young girl who is in her prime of life. She has an eccentric temperament that makes people recognize her at a glance as Xiao Dongxie Guo Xiang.

Logically speaking, with such a luxurious lineup, Shaolin Temple should be calm and calm no matter what enemy they face.

But at this time, the expressions of the monks in Shaolin Temple were not right.

Staring at He Zudao with a surprised look on his face.

Because at this time, He Zudao was doing something shocking.

He Zudao held a small sharp-edged stone in his hand and was carving marks one after another on the bluestone floor of the Shaolin Temple.

These marks are horizontal and vertical, as if carved with a ruler, forming a chessboard.

You know, the bluestone floor of Shaolin Temple is made of fine granite, which is as hard as iron.

From the establishment of the Shaolin Temple to the present, hundreds of years have passed, and countless people have come and gone, but there is still no wear and tear.

As a result, in He Zudao's hands, a small sharp-edged stone carved out marks that were more than half an inch deep.

This level of internal strength is simply appalling.

(End of this chapter)