In the martial arts world, he threatens Yin Susu from the start.

Gu Hanyuan's laughter carried the power of "Ghost Prison Wind Howl" and "Soul Transfer Technique".

This immediately awakened the two people who seemed to have turned enemies into friends.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's expressions changed drastically.

Instantly distanced from the sweeping monk.

Xiao Yuanshan said angrily:

"You wicked monk, you actually dare to convert this old man!"

Murong Bo's expression was also unpleasant.

He dedicated his life to restoring his country.

He almost became a slave to Buddhism.

He shouted sharply:

"I respected you as a high-ranking Buddhist monk, but I never expected you to resort to such underhanded tactics. Shameless!"

Everyone felt that today's Southern Shaolin Conference was full of twists and turns.

They thought it was a high-ranking monk enlightening two great masters who were deeply mired in delusion.

Unexpectedly, he was converted into a slave.

Their gazes toward the Southern Shaolin Temple turned strange.

Kumārajīva, in particular, was terrified.

He almost went to ask the sweeping monk for help just now.

It is very likely that they will also be converted.

Duan Zhengchun recognized the newcomer with a grim expression.

He shouted in a deep voice:

"Wutian!"

Ruan Xingzhu looked at Wutian with some curiosity.

She knew perfectly well that Gan Baobao had been snatched away by this man.

However, she has no right to criticize Gan Baobao now.

Their contempt for Duan Zhengchun only grew stronger.

Many people have heard of Wutian's name.

He was dressed in black, wearing a Shura mask, holding a purple longsword, and exuding a cold aura.

That does indeed fit the image.

The sweeping monk's face darkened.

I never expected that I would work so hard for so long.

It seemed they were about to convert the two.

Not only was he interrupted by Gu Hanyuan.

This also exposed the purpose of the Southern Shaolin Temple.

This greatly damaged the reputation of the Southern Shaolin Temple.

However, just as the sweeping monk was about to ask a question, he was stopped by Zen Master Wuse.

The Zen Master Wuse clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"So you are Wutian, benefactor. You visited me late at night a few days ago. Have you returned the monks you abducted from our temple?"

Gu Hanyuan smiled playfully and said:

“That young monk is too attached to the secular world to be suitable for cultivation at the Southern Shaolin Temple. I have found him a good place to stay.”

"I see. May I ask what brings you here today?"

Zen Master Wuse did not want to get entangled in this matter.

He didn't know Xu Zhu's identity.

Why would they care about a young disciple of the "empty" generation?

Gu Hanyuan said coldly:

"I have come here today to expose the hypocrisy of your Buddhist sect."

"Why do you say that, benefactor?"

The colorless Zen master's expression changed slightly.

I have a bad feeling.

Sure enough, he heard Gu Hanyuan say disdainfully:

"Are you still going to argue? The so-called 'Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts' is nothing but a trap."

He looked at Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and Kumārajīva, whose expressions had changed drastically.

"If you truly practice Buddhism as that sweeping monk said, you will naturally become a member of your Buddhist community. If you do not practice Buddhism, you will suffer internal injuries, which is equivalent to planting a seed of Buddhism in your heart."

Gu Hanyuan finally sneered:

"Once the seed sprouts, it will either be severely injured and die, or it will be converted into a Buddhist lackey by you. What a clever scheme."

Master Wuse has practiced Buddhism for many years.

I shouldn't have gotten angry.

However, Gu Hanyuan's statement exposed the Southern Shaolin Temple's long-standing scheme.

How could they possibly hold back?

"Since you have so slandered Buddhism, I have no choice but to act as your protector today."

"In the end, it all comes down to fighting. I'm just about to experience your mastery once again."

Gu Hanyuan gave a cold smile. 747

He brandished the demonic sword in his hand.

"Sword Twenty-Two" reappears.

This time, it wasn't like that night when the main focus was on entanglement.

Sword energy filled the sky.

It fell freely and generously upon the monks of the Southern Shaolin Temple.

The sweeping monk's expression changed.

They hurriedly stepped forward to block them.

The sound of clanging and banging could be heard from time to time on the "three-foot air wall".

Even if it wasn't broken again for a while.

Yet it was also covered with sword marks.

Kumārajīva was greatly alarmed.

This power is incomparable to the "Sword Twenty-Two" that I faced before.

He thought Gu Hanyuan was showing him great leniency.

Otherwise, he would have been torn to pieces long ago.

She even felt a touch of gratitude towards Gu Hanyuan because of this.

Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, and Kumārajīva already knew that the Southern Shaolin Temple had ill intentions towards them.

At this moment, "Sword Twenty-Two" pressed down on the monks of Southern Shaolin, rendering them unable to move.

The three of them looked at each other.

They all fled the scene.

At this moment, the members of the Northern Beggars' Clan were on guard against Xiao Feng.

He took out the "dog-beating stick" with a grim expression.

He knew he could no longer serve as the leader of the Northern Beggars' Gang.

Despite the pleas of everyone in the apricot grove to stay.

This time, however, no one spoke up for him.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng sighed deeply.

After handing the "dog-beating stick" to Bai Shijing, he chased after Xiao Yuanshan.

P.S.: Chapters 202 through 204 have been completely rewritten; Chapter 205 is a new chapter. If you can't see the new chapter, please refresh the table of contents.

Chapter 211: If I want to kill, even a terrestrial immortal must die.