Chapter 370 A roar drives away the monk

Since the Lion's Roar in the hands of the Thirteen Protectors belonged to the Shaolin Temple.

Did the Shaolin Temple take the initiative to give it to Gao Kexin, the Golden-Haired Lion?

Or did Gao Kexin steal it?

The probability of stealing is not high. After all, the Songshan Sect and the Shaolin Temple are neighbors. Once Gao Kexin is discovered using the Lion's Roar, how could the Shaolin Temple let it go?

Then it is likely that the Shaolin Temple sent it.

It seems so.

The Thirteen Protectors, and even Zuo Lengchan, are "conspiring to take over the world" with the Shaolin Temple.

Unfortunately.

They met Ding Ling.

However, many of their plans failed one after another, and the people also went to see the King of Hell one by one.

"Swoosh!"

A high monk from the Shaolin Temple also came down the mountain quickly. Seeing this scene, he shouted "Amitabha" loudly. Before the sound fell, the person had already arrived in front of Ding Ling and his group.

He saluted Ding Ling and said solemnly:

"Mr. Ding, you killed people recklessly. Aren't you afraid of being condemned to hell after death?"

"I don't want to waste time talking to you."

Ding Ling's eyes were as deep as the abyss. He glanced at all the monks indifferently and said:

"If you block my way again, I will kill you!"

"You!"

A monk was furious.

The monk pulled the monk back and whispered, "Calm down," and then looked directly at Ding Ling and said:

"I saw a little monk on the mountain running to you and handing a bag to you, Mr. Ding. I wonder if you can return it to my Shaolin Temple?"

Someone saw Qu Feiyan running away.

This matter cannot be concealed.

Qu Feiyan's face changed slightly. He looked at Ding Ling unnaturally. He was full of apology and was about to speak.

Ding Ling said:

"You can also want this bag. Exchange it with the Xisui Jing of your Shaolin Temple."

The strongest things in Shaolin Temple are Yijin Jing and Xisui Jing.

The internal energy of Yi Jin Jing is better than Chun Yang Zhengong, but it is extremely mild, and there is no sign of invading, devouring and refining other true energy and internal energy.

On the contrary, it can continuously assist Chun Yang Zhengong and refine true energy, making the true energy more and more pure. This Yi Jin Jing can also regulate the body and mind, eliminate negative effects such as hostility and evil spirits.

It can even widen the meridians and warm the bones and muscles.

As long as the time is long enough and the internal energy of Yi Jin Jing is enough, it goes without saying that Ding Ling's root bones, physique, true energy, etc. will become stronger and stronger in the future.

Yi Jin Jing is like this, and Xi Sui Jing is not inferior to Yi Jin Jing in name, and its effectiveness can be imagined.

"Master Ding, what you said is too much!"

The monk's face changed drastically, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire:

"Let's not talk about whether our Shaolin Temple has the Xisui Sutra. Even if we do, it is impossible to give it to an outsider like you. Even if you use assassins to kill us all, it will be useless!"

"You are really tough."

Ding Ling slightly side-eyed and said:

"You Shaolin Temple monks blocked me first and threatened me later. It is natural for me to charge some interest. If you come against me again, be careful that I will destroy your Shaolin Temple."

Ding Ling's tiger eyes radiated a terrifying brilliance, and he opened his mouth and roared:

"Get out!"

Ang!

Roar!

The sound broke through the sky, like the roar of a dragon, like the roar of a lion, a rolling sound wave turned into a rushing Yangtze River and rushed towards the monks and their group. The first to bear the brunt of the eardrum burst on the spot, screamed, and fell to the ground with his ears covered.

"Such a strong power!"

"Such a strong lion roar of Buddhism!"

The monk was moved and shocked. He could not help but step back more than ten steps. He used all his power to offset the invasion of the sound wave. Even so, he felt a sharp pain in his eardrums and his head seemed to be buzzing with drums!

"How could such a lion roar power be cultivated without thirty years of hard work day and night? How old is Ding Ling?! He is really talented!

He is worthy of being the world's number one demon who defeated the Eighteen Arhats and killed Master Fangzheng!"

The monk's heart was full of turmoil.

He is one of the trump cards of Shaolin Temple.

He is also a half-step innate master. He thought that he could fight with Ding Ling this time and have a good negotiation, but now it seems that he has completely overestimated his combat power.

He couldn't even stop Ding Ling's roar, how could he compete with Ding Ling in palm power?

Thinking to this point.

The monk was afraid and couldn't help but put his palms together and said, "Good, good, Mr. Ding, we were wrong first. In the future, when we see Mr. Ding, we will definitely avoid him. I hope you don't take the grudge between us to heart. The many young monks and young monks in Shaolin Temple are innocent! '

Talk about the young monks and young monks.

Ding Ling just snorted and ignored the monk, riding his horse forward.

The monk didn't dare to stop him and took the monks to the side. After watching Ding Ling and his group walk away, the monk suddenly realized that he was sweating all over his back.

"Ding Ling is really too strong. It is a very unwise choice for Shaolin Temple to provoke him. It seems that after returning, I will suggest to all the monks to close the mountain gate. Ignore all the complicated things in the secular world for the time being."

He returned to Shaolin Temple with the monks who were either indignant, or anxious, or nervous and frightened.

On the way.

The monk thought:

"Ding Ling's Lion's Roar skill is too profound. It is impossible that he has just practiced it. In this case, the Lion's Roar in the hands of Gao Kexin of Songshan School may have fallen into Ding Ling's hands?

But even so.

Ding Ling has only practiced for a few months at most.

How could he practice Lion's Roar to such an incredible state of perfection in just a few months?!"

The monk was in doubt and did not dare to imagine.

But thinking about the scene where Ding Ling seemed to be reading the secret book in the snakeskin bag not long ago on the mountain, and seemed to be practicing the skills perfectly after reading it, the monk's heart could not help but skip a beat.

A huge wave of shock swirled in his heart!

"Impossible, how is this possible?!"

"I must be seeing things!"

"How could there be someone in the world who could practice a unique skill to perfection just by reading the secret book once? If there really is such a person, then how can we explain why we have worked hard for decades and have not practiced the unique skill to perfection?

The gap between people should not be so big, right?

The legendary Bodhidharma did not have such talent!

Ding Ling is better than Bodhidharma?!"

The monk was no longer calm.

Although it was a little unbelievable, he knew that with his skills and eyesight, it was unlikely that he would be seeing things.

I didn't think about it carefully before.

Now thinking about Ding Ling's Lion's Roar skill, after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help sweating on his forehead and was terrified.

"Master Fang Zheng is really confused. He has offended such a devil-level figure. It's too scary. We must go back and discuss immediately, and persuade the angry monks to cancel the Jianghu hunting order for Ding Ling!"

If Ding Ling knew that it was Shaolin Temple behind the scenes, he would be hunted down and killed.