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

Or just be a disciple.

Everyone was filled with indignation.

Difficult to control.

"As for that success."

"Although he's young, he's incredibly capable. He tracked me down in just half a month."

Ren Woxing said casually: "It's just that I used his best finger technique and defeated him with one hand. I didn't expect that he was so weak that he didn't return to Shaolin."

Chapter 204 Seventh Level Pure Yang

The Great Manjushri Staff Technique.

The top-notch skills studied by Bodhi Academy.

It is famous for its immense power and extremely high difficulty in practicing.

Therefore, when the eminent monks from the two temples in the north and south were practicing, they would communicate and verify with each other from time to time.

As a result, the abbot of Bodhi Temple died on the way to the north for exchanges.

If that's the case, that's it.

But the problem is Monk Liaocheng.

Back then, there were not just three but four Southern Shaolin Temples:

Ending, emptiness, ordinaryness and achievement.

Among them, Lecheng is the youngest.

The talent is also extremely high.

Before he turned thirty, he had mastered the [Dharma Internal Power] which was only slightly inferior to the Yi Jin Jing.

At the same time, he also practiced finger techniques such as the [Vajra Finger] to perfection.

He is hailed as the future abbot of the Southern Shaolin Arhat Hall.

Such a genius' departure.

This is a real blow to Shaolin Temple.

"The devil."

Xinmei is here.

Thanks to the care of the senior monks from Shaolin Temple, he recovered long ago.

This is because the obsession in my heart is too deep and too paranoid.

As a result, Shaolin has been hiding him.

Today is a happy day.

So no one pays attention.

Unexpectedly, he walked out of the courtyard and happened to hear this.

"Say!"

Xinmei walked up to the monks, looked directly at Ren Woxing, and asked, "How is my poor disciple?"

Yes.

Monk Liaocheng was his disciple.

It is his proudest achievement.

Lecheng’s departure has been a source of worry for Xinmei over the years.

"Pitiful?"

"After he saw the colorful world outside, he completely lost himself."

Ren Woxing scoffed, "He has now returned to his original secular name, Luo Jusheng. Oh, and he's now the sworn brother of Cao Zhengchun, the governor of the Eastern Depot."

I walk in a casual manner.

But it was all deliberate.

"what?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Although the heroes do not like the court.

But the problem is that the current governor of the East Factory has great power in the court and has a bad reputation.

Monk Liaocheng, that’s not right, now he should be called Luo Juesheng.

It would be fine if he just fell into the underworld.

He can't tell right from wrong.

Help the evildoer.

This is simply trampling on the reputation of Shaolin Temple.

"impossible."

"My disciple would never fall so low."

Xinmei's emotions were a little out of control.

Lejie, Lekong and Lefan looked at each other.

Lekong and Lefan approached quietly.

I just wanted to persuade Xinmei to calm down the evil thoughts that were starting to grow again.

"slander!"

"You are definitely destroying the reputation of Shaolin!"

Xinmei seemed to have grasped the clue.

His eyes became fierce.

There were also some changes in his eyes.

"interesting."

Ren Woxing showed an interested expression as if he had discovered a new world.

"The devil."

"Stay here for now."

The pupils of Xinmei's eyes had turned red, like the angry eyes of a king.

The aura of the whole body is also rising.

His breath sank.

Palm out.

Originally, this kind of open attack could not pose a threat to Ren Woxing.

But the power of this palm was incredible.

It was like a thousand-pound rock flying down.

Ren Woxing had a blank expression on his face.

Reject with your palm flat.

Boom!

The true energy is explosive.

Xinmei's robes and other clothes were instantly shattered.

But Xinmei ignored it and struck out with a palm.

The true energy, more ferocious than before, instantly exploded the air.

The piercing sonic boom struck again with destructive force.

however.

Let me go wherever you want.

Right in the center of the palm.

puff……

Blood spurted out from his heart and eyebrows.

But Ren Woxing did not press on and pursue the victory. Instead, he said nonchalantly: "It was this finger technique that defeated your apprentice."

Ren Woxing's current skills are far superior to those of the past.

Naturally, Xinmei cannot contend with it.

Even though his Great Weituo Palm has been mastered to perfection.

Even though he had already mastered the form of the Wrathful King by chance.

Unfortunately, the result is still the same.

puff……

Xinmei was stimulated by this.

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Uncle Master."

Lekong and Lefan were too lazy to talk nonsense.

Just tap on the heart eyebrow several times.

Then he handed Xinmei to the monk behind him.

"Is it three yet?"

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

Ren Woxing still maintained that condescending attitude.

His skills are so strong.

Even Shangguan Jinhong and Shaolin Fangzheng had to avoid his edge.

If the three don't join forces.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to restore Shaolin's dignity.

"Abbott."

"You just received the initiation, so let me do it."

Xinjian stood up.

As a senior uncle, no matter how many things you have on your mind, you have to express your opinion.

"no need."

"My nephew has his own plans."

The conclusion transcends emptiness and the ordinary, and faces Ren Woxing directly.

Today is no longer just a ceremony for the abbot.

It has a bearing on Shaolin's prestige.

Northern Shaolin has lost face, and Southern Shaolin cannot afford to lose it again.

"You Shaolin are so rude."

"I came here with good intentions to give you a gift, but you guys want to imprison me."

Ren Woxing shook his head and said disappointedly, "If this is how you Shaolin treats guests, then who would dare to make friends with you in the future?"