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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 137: Taking Action

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    Chapter 137 Take action

    Fang Xueqing was immediately annoyed and sneered: "Okay, you Shaolin Temple is the leader in martial arts and has great power and deep roots. Do you want to teach a little girl like me a lesson?!"

    "Senior Brother Xu Lin" the short and fat monk Xu Ming said hurriedly.

    Monk Xu Lin's face was as dark as water, his eyes were cold, his lips were pressed tightly, and the muscles on his face were tense: "Female donor, please respect yourself!"

    Fang Xueqing raised her eyebrows and glared at him angrily: "You little monk, how can you speak so uncleanly Who doesn't respect themselves?!"

    Since she followed Xiao Yuesheng, she no longer was as cautious as when she was drunk in the red building. She was full of confidence, her confidence had greatly increased, her waist was straight, and she was no longer fearless. This sense of stability was wonderful.

    The young master is the best in the world, and the dignity of the young master cannot be violated. This young monk actually looks down on himself. That is to look down on the young master. It is extremely abominable.

    Monk Xu Ming had a headache. He hurriedly stepped between the two of them, opened his hands like an old hen protecting a chick, and said hurriedly: "This female benefactor, Brother Xu Lin, you two can't say a word, okay?"

    Fang Xueqing glanced at Monk Xu Lin with disdain and sneered: "I'm too lazy to talk to this stinky monk, it's him who is meddling in other people's business!"

    Monk Xu Lin¡¯s face was solemn and his eyes were cold: ¡°Junior Brother Xu Ming, this woman is so coquettish and domineering, let alone Junior Brother Xu Zhu, we cannot let her go with her!¡±

    Monk Xu Ming waved his fat hand: "Senior Brother, whether Junior Brother Xu Zhu will go with this female benefactor or not, the senior uncle and the head will decide for themselves, we don't have to worry about it!"

    "No!" Monk Xu Lin shook his head, with a firm expression, and said coldly: "I'm going to report to the leader to stop Junior Brother Xu Zhu!"

    After saying that, he turned around and headed towards the temple door with light movements and neat body movements.

    Fang Xueqing couldn't bear it any longer. She snorted, gritted her teeth secretly and stamped her feet. The white shadow flashed and suddenly came to him, blocking his way.

    "What are you doing?!" Monk Xu Lin sneered and stared at her, his eyes shining brightly like sword light.

    Fang Xueqing snorted: "I told you not to meddle in other people's business!  Little Master Xu Zhu has the final say whether he will go with me or not. What can you do to stop me?!"

    "How can I, a Shaolin disciple, associate with evil spirits at will?!" Monk Xu Lin put his hands behind his back and shook his head with a sneer.

    "You mean, I'm a demon and have gone astray?!" Fang Xueqing's bright eyes narrowed, her eyes sparkling and scorching.

    "Not bad!" Monk Xu Lin nodded slowly.

    "Senior Brother Xu Lin!" Monk Xu Ming shouted hurriedly. He ran between the two of them and stretched out his arms to stop him. He said hurriedly: "Don't fight!  Senior Brother Xu Lin, you will be punished!"

    "What are you afraid of being punished?!" Monk Xu Lin said calmly.

    Fang Xueqing endured it again and again, not wanting to fight in front of the Shaolin Temple, so as not to cause trouble for the young master. Although the young master is the best in the world in martial arts, the Shaolin Temple has a deep foundation. If it is an enemy, it will be difficult to move forward.

    "But it's unbearable for him to curse like this. If he doesn't take action, it will be even more embarrassing for the young master. I think the young master won't blame himself if he knows!"

    Thinking of this, she bit her teeth, brightened her eyes, and hummed: "Smelly monk, aren't you just relying on your martial arts skills in Shaolin Temple? Come on, let's compete. Do you dare!?"

    Monk Xu Lin always had a calm expression on his face. He looked at Fang Xueqing and looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands. He said calmly: "Why don't you dare, poor monk?!"

    Fang Xueqing hummed: "Okay, let's compare, see if your Shaolin Kung Fu is better, or my young master's Kung Fu!"

    After saying that, a white shadow flashed, like a wisp of smoke, and suddenly appeared under the big locust tree. The old monk had just swept the place clean.

    A gust of wind blows, the white shirt is fluttering, the sword is hanging on the waist, the hands are held together behind the back, the chest is straight and angry, the graceful and proud appearance.

    Monk Xulin frowned, his face was solemn, and his slightly narrow eyebrows were filled with solemnity.

    "Senior Brother Xu Lin" The fat monk Xu Ming was greatly surprised. He pulled him and whispered: "Senior Brother, if you rashly compete with others, the Discipline Academy will find out and you will be punished!"

    "It won't take any effort to drive her away!" Monk Xu Lin whispered.

    "Why bother" Xu Ming stamped his feet and shook his head helplessly, his face full of disapproval.

    Xu Lin shook his head, patted his thick shoulder, and whispered: "Just watch from the sidelines. No matter what, don't interfere."

    Monk Xu Ming glanced at Fang Xueqing quietly, and then lowered his voice to the point where it was almost inaudible: "This female benefactor is very good in Qinggong. Senior brother, can you beat her?"

    Monk Xu Lin hesitated for a moment and then said slowly: "You will know after you try it!"

    Fang Xueqing called out in a loud voice: "Hey, what are you talking about there? Why don't you just do it, procrastinate, do it?"??It's time for both of you to go together!  "

    Monk Xu Lin¡¯s face sank, he patted Monk Xu Ming¡¯s shoulder, turned around and jumped, passing several feet away, landing lightly in front of Fang Xueqing.

    "Please stop!" Fang Xueqing was too lazy to talk nonsense and wanted to finish the fight before Xu Zhu arrived.

    "Zheng" She unsheathed her sword, and it was like a dragon's roar. A ray of sunlight happened to shine on the sword through the branches and leaves of the locust tree. The cold light shone on the sword, and the sword flashed like a stream of autumn water.

    Monk Xu Lin narrowed his eyes and secretly shouted: "What a sword!"

    There is also a sword hanging on his waist. The scabbard is gray and blends into the monk's robe. It is looming and easy to miss.

    He pressed the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out, but it was an ordinary green-edged sword.

    Fang Xueqing glanced at him: "Your broken sword, I will break it with one slash!"

    "If I can break my sword, I will admit defeat!" Monk Xu Lin said calmly, holding the sword upright in front of his chest, pointing it upward, and his expression changed accordingly.

    Fang Xueqing felt his changes keenly. With a sword in her hand, his spirit suddenly tightened, like a Yuan standing still, with a faint aura of coercion coming towards him.

    "Take the move!" Fang Xueqing hummed. The sword flashed and struck suddenly. The tip of the sword seemed to ignore space and distance, and it suddenly moved right in front of him.

    Monk Xulin's eyes flashed, he took a step forward and raised his sword horizontally.

    "Ding" As soon as the sparks lit up, there was a crisp sound, which was pleasant to the ear.

    The sound of clear chirping was endless, lingering around the ancient large locust tree, condensing and not dissipating. It took a while before it was blown away by a gust of wind.

    Monk Xulin¡¯s legs were in a lunge, firmly planted, but his body quickly retreated, as if being pulled backwards by a rope on the ice.

    A deep mark appeared on the clean ground, one foot away and three inches deep. It was caused by Xu Lin's boots.

    With a solemn expression on his face, he slowly pulled out his legs. His body suddenly trembled and rattled. Yellow dust filled the air, but his body was as clean as new, just like a dog's movements after emerging from the water.

    He held the Qingfeng sword upside down, clasped his hands together, and said with a calm expression: "The female donor has such deep internal power!  At such a young age, with such deep internal power, it is absolutely impossible for an authentic mental method to be like this!"

    "Hmph, you're a frog in a well!" Fang Xueqing snorted disdainfully, feeling even more annoyed in her heart. He kept saying that with every word he framed himself as a deviant, it was really hateful!

    "Amitabha" Xu Lin proclaimed the Buddha's name, roaring like thunder, as majestic as a giant bell in the sky. It was struck so hard that the whole Shaolin could hear it.

    Fang Xueqing¡¯s face changed, and her bright eyes were as bright as the sunshine in the sky: ¡°Okay, you are looking for a helper. Is this the Shaolin style?!¡±

    "The female benefactor misunderstood!" Xu Lin said lightly, drawing the long sword: "Please enlighten me!"

    After saying that, he slowly drew an arc and sliced ??Fang Xueqing vertically. The sword trembled slightly, like a snake, and the sword tip covered several acupuncture points at the same time.

    This sword is extremely powerful and full of energy, which shows that his swordsmanship is quite good.

    Fang Xueqing ignored it, and with a flash of sword light, it stabbed his chest again, the second strike coming first, forcing Monk Xu Lin to change his moves to resist.

    Fang Xueqing has been learning the sword for a short time, but she is extremely smart and proficient in practicing it. However, she is a bit immature when using it against the enemy, and experience cannot make up for it with intelligence.

    Xiao Yuesheng taught her to fight with others, ignore the opponent's sword skills, and just use her own sword skills as fast as possible.

    Fang Xueqing obeyed Xiao Yuesheng's words and acted like this at this time. No matter how Monk Xu Lin used the sword, he only used his own sword skills.

    "Monk Xulin stands out among his disciples of the same generation, so he looks gentle in appearance but is proud in his bones. He is a powerful Shaolin disciple and stands out among Shaolin disciples. He is inevitably proud and looks down on the people in the world.

    After five moves, he grunted and was hit by the sword in his right arm, and the Qingfeng Sword fell to the ground.

    Monk Xuming hurriedly ran forward to help him, but he pushed him away. He bent down to pick up the Qingfeng sword, put it into its sheath, and reluctantly clasped his fists: "I lost!  But it's not that Shaolin's swordsmanship is inferior.  It¡¯s because my inner strength is not as good as yours!¡±

    Fang Xueqing snorted softly, turned her head and ignored him.

    Monk Xu Lin could no longer lift his arm, and his right sleeve had been stained red. His left hand was weak and the bleeding slowed down a little. Monk Xu Ming hurriedly took out the gold wound medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on the wound to stop the bleeding.
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