"Then Zhou Yi dared to go to Shaolin Temple?"

On Mount Emei, some people from the Emei sect sat together.

Yan Renying sneered and said: "He will definitely die this time."

Ma Xiuzhen said with hatred on his face: "Although our Emei sect cannot take revenge, it is a great joy in our life to be able to see him die."

All the elders of the Emei Sect nodded.

One of the white-faced and beardless elders felt a sense of gloating about someone else's misfortune, and said with a sneer: "Sometimes, the higher you climb, the harder you fall."

"This boy first entered the world. In less than two months, he streaked across the sky as brightly as a shooting star and became famous. However, the more shining a shooting star is, the harder it will fall when it falls.

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"It will definitely be difficult for this person to come down from Shaolin Temple."

"When people talk about him in today's world, he is nothing more than a second-rate figure who overestimates his abilities."

The moment Zhou Yi dared to kill Master Balsam Pear in the Treasure Pavilion, people in the world seemed to have foreseen this day.

Now, this day is finally coming.

I don’t know how many people have the malicious intention of taking pleasure in others’ misfortunes.

A person who rises too quickly will inevitably attract jealousy and dissatisfaction from others.

Therefore, they extremely hope that Zhou Yi will be doomed like this, which will make them feel a twisted sense of joy in their hearts.

There are definitely not a few people in the world who have such thoughts.

They were all waiting to see Zhou Yi's jokes and waiting for the news of Zhou Yi's death to come out from the Shaolin Temple.

At the same time, among the six gates in the capital, the No. 1 arrest warrant for Zhou Yi has been slowly withdrawn.

The situation is now obvious.

Zhou Yi must die in Shaolin Temple, and there is no point in hanging this reward.

Under the gate of Songshan Shaolin Temple, a large number of people from all walks of life have gathered here to watch the show. These people came from nearby places.

These people are waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Waiting to witness Zhou Yi's death.

…

Zhou Yi rushed from the capital to Mount Song, which took more than seven days in total. On the way, he felt that the speed of the horse was too slow, so he gave up and used his unparalleled lightness to reach the stars.

When he was only three hundred miles away from Songshan Mountain, he found an inn, bathed his body, relaxed his mind, and had a good sleep.

The next day, after making sure that my physical condition was at its peak, I bought another horse and drove over slowly.

On the horseback, Zhou Yi's palms were dancing, as if he was rehearsing something.

The martial arts skills of Red Shoes are indeed extraordinary.

He has acquired more than a dozen techniques that can reach the top level in the world, and his understanding of various moves and the operation of meridians is one step closer.

It's a pity that these martial arts skills are still a drop in the bucket, and they are not enough to give him the inspiration to create the fifteenth sword.

He still needs a larger accumulation.

Although these martial arts did not allow him to advance further in the realm of swordsmanship, they allowed him to combine the best of these and create a kung fu of his own.

It's not swordsmanship, it's Sanshou.

This style of Sanshou combines all the martial arts of the Red Shoes organization, with the added benefit of Lu Xiaofeng's clever use of one finger.

At the foot of the famous Shaoshi Mountain in Songshan Mountain.

There are many people in the world who are eagerly looking forward to it.

Finally, they found a small black spot at the foot of the mountain.

"He's here, he's finally here..." A big man straddled a sword shouted loudly.

Hearing this shout, almost dozens of people stood up from around the road and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

Zhou Yi rode his horse like this, walking slowly through the center of this group of people.

When Zhou Yi passed by them, each of these people in the world couldn't help but their hearts beating rapidly.

This person, even if everyone thinks that he will die if he goes to Shaolin.

However, who can look down on him at this moment?

Who can?

He is still the Divine Sword Zhou Yi who makes people in the world fearful.

At this moment, the only sound in the atmosphere was the sound of Zhou Yi's horse hooves.

clatter!

Da da!

After Zhou Yi rode past the crowd, they seemed relieved and began to breathe normally.

Even though Zhou Yi didn't do anything just now, as if he regarded these people as grass, trees and rocks on the roadside, they still didn't dare to gasp loudly.

This is the aura!

A certain magical reaction brought about by a person's fame and status.

"What a pity, he is about to die!" At this time, someone didn't know who said it.

Someone immediately answered.

"yes!"

These people from all over the world looked at the back of Zhou Yi riding up the mountain and sighed.

There were different expressions in their eyes, including ridicule, ridicule, vicious pleasure, pity and pity.

There are all kinds of things in life.

…

And at the same time.

In the Shaolin Temple, alarm bells are ringing!

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The solemn temple bells gave off a tense and solemn atmosphere at this moment.

Obviously, Shaolin Temple also knew that the enemy had arrived.

Outside the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple, there is not a single monk guarding it at the moment. Even the sweepers, the incense-sweeping monks, and the guest monks have all been arranged to enter the backyard of the temple.

At this moment, the gate of Shaolin Temple was wide open, just waiting for Zhou Yi to enter the urn.

Amidst the clatter of horseshoes, Zhou Yi arrived outside the gate.

He did not dismount at all, but rode into the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Just after he entered the gate.

The sound of "squeaking" sounded, and the door of Shaolin Temple was quickly closed by the monks who had been ambushing the gatehouse for a long time.

At the same time, the walls of the Shaolin Temple were filled with warrior monks holding wooden sticks.

There was no one guarding the outside of the Shaolin Temple. The people who followed were all shocked to see the closed Shaolin Gate and the densely packed warrior monks standing on the wall.

At this moment, the Shaolin Temple seemed to have truly become a prison cell made of copper and iron walls.

Even a bird may not be able to fly out of this temple.

For the Shaolin Temple, Zhou Yi may be the only person in the past thousand years who deserves to be treated with such caution.

In front of the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple is a square paved with marble.

Hundreds of Shaolin monks, headed by Shaolin Abbot Dabei Zen Master, stood there as if in meditation, quietly looking at the young man in white riding a horse.

With the clatter of horse hooves.

Zhou Yi came to Zen Master Dabei.

"Are you the abbot of Shaolin?"

Zhou Yi looked at the haggard old monk in the middle.

"Little devil, how dare you be so arrogant and rude in front of my senior abbot, why don't you get off your horse quickly!" the grumpy Liao roared angrily.

Zhou Yi just glanced at him lightly.

"Amitabha, this is the old monk." Zen Master Dabei clasped his hands together, as calmly as an Arhat lowering his eyes and eyebrows, and asked: "Your Excellency, is this Zhou Yi?"

Zhou Yi said: "It's me!"

Zen Master Dabei once again announced the name of the Buddha: "Amitabha, I dare to ask you, whether my junior brother Balsam Gua was really killed by you."

Zhou Yi said simply: "It's me!"
To be continued...