Chapter 227 The Five Sects Descended, and Monk Shi Yuan Raised His Hands in Surrender

Xu Siping smiled and looked at Shen Ke.

The minions present may not know,

but the leaders of these sects are all very clear.

Xu Siping, the leader of Qianhuan Sect, is a fanatical pursuer of Shen Ke, the demon girl of Moyan Sect.

No wonder Xu Siping spoke for Shen Ke.

As the leaders of the five major sects, the leader of one sect pursuing the leader of another sect is really a very gossipy thing.

If these five major sects were not basically secluded in the mountains and forests, far away from the city and controlled behind the scenes,

maybe the news that Xu Siping pursued Shen Ke would be much more popular than "a certain Shuang's daily salary exceeds 2.08 million".

Tiemuhan narrowed his eyes, and his aura became more and more stagnant.

"Xu Siping! Do you want to get involved in this matter too!?"

"You and Shen Yaonu are secretly having an affair, don't bring it here to disgust me."

Xu Siping waved his folding fan, "We romantic people should speak for our confidantes."

The implication is that he even admitted the "affair".

Shen Ke's face suddenly turned cold, "Tiemuhan, I think you really want to die!"

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart today!"

Xu Siping's feelings for Shen Ke were purely one-sided.

In fact, it was impossible for the two of them to be together.

One is that both of them are the masters, and there is no and impossible to be any dependent relationship. Their identities determine their affairs.

The second is that Shen Ke is not interested in Xu Siping at all, and is even very annoyed by Xu Siping's persistence.

How can she, a young 18-year-old demon girl, not be in love with spring?

Before, she was devoted to cultivation and had no feelings for other men, even those of Xu Siping's status.

However, after seeing Yang Sheng's portrait and hearing about Yang Sheng's immortal strength.

The demon woman Shen Ke smiled immediately,

holding the jade flute in her hand, played a song, and said with a smile,

"I wish to be the southwest wind, and die in your arms forever."

Even if she was to be a concubine of the white-clothed immortal, she was unwilling to have even a hint of ambiguity with Xu Siping.

The leader of Taizhen Sect, Li Yuanbai, acted as a peacemaker.

"Old friend, Shen Ke, we are here to meet the gods today."

"I am not here to quarrel with you."

He looked up and saw a layer of light curtain, "Hehe, these monks are really interesting."

"They actually want to block the news by sealing the mountain, but it's a pity that it's too late."

Timuhan sneered, "These monks from Shaolin are really confused. Do they really think that this Vajra formation can stop us!?"

In fact, Tiemuhan was getting angrier and angrier.

He was getting more and more angry at Shaolin. If it weren't for the obstruction of the mountain protection formation, he could have gone up to meet the gods long ago.

Where would Shen Yaonu be, and what about the sects of the mortals behind! ?

The leader of Taizhen Sect nodded without comment.

But although they said so, no one attacked Shaolin's mountain protection formation now.

They all knew that if the Vajra formation was broken, they would really have a great grudge against Shaolin Temple.

So now they were all waiting, waiting for a sect to fire the first shot. After the first shot, all the hatred would be transferred to the sect that fired the first shot, and the sects that followed would just follow suit.

However, the leaders of these major sects were not vegetarians, and their schemes were deeper than each other.

The meaning of Shen Ke's words to anger Temuhan was that he wanted Temuhan to be the first to get angry and start a war, so that the rest of the things would be justified.

Above the sky.

Suddenly there was a sound of cranes crying.

A huge white crane came with the wind.

"Baihua Sect, come to pay homage to the mountain."

Two beautiful figures in white clothes like snow instantly landed on the ground.

On the left hand side is the current leader of the Baihua Sect, Ji Yanran.

She smiled, her charming face was full of smiles.

"Everyone is here,"

Ji Yanran's eyes swept around, and suddenly saw Shen Ke smiling at her, with a hint of provocation in her smile.

Ji Yanran's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and there was an irreconcilable hatred between her and Shen Ke.

Everyone knows that the two sects, the Demon Flame Sect and the Baihua Sect, have had a huge grudge since a hundred years ago.

They are irreconcilable!

Luo Bingning also stood beside the master, standing tall and graceful, like a white plum.

The female disciples of the Baihua Sect behind also landed.

Ni Nong Yanyu, like a hundred flowers blooming, made the surrounding colors instantly brighter.

"Oh, this is good, the five major sects are here, and our Guju Sect still hasn't entered."

Temukhan said coldly.

Ji Yanran's eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked in a voice like an oriole, "Is the White-robed Immortal really in Shaolin?"

The leaders of Taizhen Sect and Qianhuan Sect shook their heads and smiled, without saying anything.

Shen Ke smiled wantonly, "If you don't believe me, you can leave now."

"It's not good to hear the wind as wind and the rain as rain."

Ji Yanran's eyes were cold, and she said coldly, "Really?"

"I thought that with your ability, Shen Yaonu, you should have gone up the mountain to see the immortals long ago."

Shen Ke narrowed his eyes.

The smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger, and the situation became tense.

Some sects seem to be isolated from the outside world, but they are actually secretly plotting.

At this moment.

On the mountains of Shaolin, there was a sudden angry sound, shaking the sky,

"Who dares to come to Shaolin to make trouble?"

"You are really looking for death."

"But you are bullying me, Shaolin, I, Monk Shi Yuan, will subdue you here with one palm today!!"

The angry figure of Monk Shi Yuan suddenly appeared at the foot of Songshan Mountain.

He was so angry that his cassock was blown all over.

Monk Shi Yuan raised his palm and made a gesture of wanting to slap it down.

However,

The heads and elders of the five major sects stood in place, quietly looking at Monk Shi Yuan.

Monk Shi Yuan suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning,

like a petrified statue, standing in place.

In this open space in front of him.

All of them are heads of high-level Gangqi, and some elders with outstanding strength.

He, Monk Shi Yuan, was just a bald monk of the middle level of Gang Qi.

Time just stood still.

After a long time.

"Shi Yuan, long time no see."

The leader of Taizhen Sect said with a smile.

Monk Shi Yuan raised his other hand as well,

raised both hands,

a trembling smile appeared on his face, his fat was trembling,

"Hello, hello."

At this moment, he only had the urge to curse.

After returning,

he decided.

He would personally use the stick to beat Sha Yuan's butt into pieces.