Daming I am Jin Yiwei

"The Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry sect is very special. At any time, there are only 19 people in the sect, there will be no more, no less."

After listening to Lu Xiaofeng's explanation, Lu Xuan felt relieved.

"Where are they going?"

"This place is not far from Shaolin, so we must be going to Shaolin. They are dispatched from an empty nest. I am afraid that there are people who are extremely important to them in Shaolin Temple."

——Shaolin Temple!

——Yanyun Eighteen Riders!

Lu Xuan vaguely remembered something, but it didn't correspond to the timeline, so he couldn't be sure.

After thinking for a few seconds, Lu Xuan waved his hand:

"Let's go to Shaolin!"

"Yes!"

Jin Yiwei responded, followed Lu Xuan, and went straight to Shaolin.

Regardless of the information received earlier, or the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun seen at the foot of Songshan Mountain, the turmoil in Shaolin Temple this time is not insignificant!

For the sake of the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, and to maintain the justice of the world, Lu Xuan, the Jinyi Guard who bears the emperor's order, has to go through a life of love and reason.

Yanyun Eighteen rode ahead, but Jin Yiwei's horse was not slow, and arrived at the entrance of Shaolin Mountain Gate in a short while.

"arrive!"

Leaving six Jin Yiwei to watch over the horses, Lu Xuan, Lian Xing, and Lu Xiaofeng led the rest of the Jin Yiwei up the mountain on foot.

A while later, Jin Yiwei and his party came to Shaolin Temple.

"No.1 brake in the world, really extraordinary!"

Standing under the hundreds of years old pine, Lu Xuan looked at the magnificent ancient temple of Shaolin Temple and gave a sigh of admiration.

Yanyun Eighteen Riders had already entered the temple, waiting for Jin Yiwei to arrive.

No one greeted at the door, and no one stopped him.

All the way deep into Shaolin, I didn't even see a single monk.

In the rivers and lakes of the Ming Dynasty, Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei stand in a tripod, unmatched in the world.

Such a Taishan Beidou, a holy land of martial arts, is so lax?

——It seems that things are not so big!

——I don’t know which generation is in charge of Shaolin now?

"accelerate!"

Walking all the way into Shaolin, no matter the main hall or the side halls, they are all empty and there is no one there.

"My lord, this way!"

Lu Xiaofeng boarded a large hall, looked around, and finally found signs of people.

Just near the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, on the square in front of the hall, there were densely packed people from the rivers and lakes wearing swords.

At this time, Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry was not far ahead, occupying a piece of land.

Near the Eighth Horsemen of Yanyun, masters from the Beggar Gang, Songshan Sword Sect, Chunyang Sect, Taibai Sword Sect, Quanzhen Sect, Wutai Mountain and other sects gathered in extraordinary momentum.

Lu Xuan swept his gaze, seeing through the eyes of emptiness, and found at least seven or eight innate masters.

Boom boom boom!

There were several vigor and impact sounds, like a muffled thunder.

Lu Xuan followed the gazes of the crowd, and saw that there were six people in front of them, two by two, and they were killing each other indiscriminately.

A man with a rough and heroic figure, who opened and closed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, was unparalleled in strength, and directly suppressed the masked man.

However, the masked man is not a mediocre person. Although he is a beginner, he regained his disadvantages little by little by virtue of his cold and poisonous palm and his desperate strength.

An old man with white hair and childlike face met a young and handsome young monk. The moves of the two were elegant and pleasing to the eye, but every move showed that they possessed several Jiazi cultivation bases.

If he hadn't seen the origin of the little monk, Lu Xuan would have regarded him as a rejuvenated old monster.

The last two are both Mr. Pianpian, one of them uses a sword, and the sword moves are changeable and weird, one move kills one's life.

Although the other person is empty-handed, with his unique footwork, he shoots out sword energy from his fingertips from time to time, smashing wood and rocks, and accurately interrupting the opponent's sword moves.

"It turned out to be them!"

Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised when he saw several people.

"There are such masters in the Jianghu, who are they?"

Lian Xing hasn't been in Yihua Palace for a long time, and doesn't know the master fighting in front of him.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled freely: "North Qiaofeng, South Murong!"

At this time, a familiar voice sounded in Lu Xuan's mind.

[Trigger task: Yanmen Pass murder! 】

Chapter 10 Battle of Shaolin Temple

[Trigger task: Yanmen Pass murder! 】

[A long time ago, a couple took their newborn son from the Liao Kingdom to the Southern Song Dynasty, preparing to retire deep into the mountains. Unexpectedly, they were intercepted and killed by seventeen masters of the Northern Song Dynasty at Yanmen Pass. 】

【The host please uphold justice and end this grievance that has lasted for hundreds of years. 】

[One, find out the truth and punish the real culprit severely. 】

[Second, uphold justice for the innocent souls in this grievance. 】

[Three, defeat the hundred-year-old Arhat Hall master who blocked Shaolin Temple from enforcing justice! 】

[The higher the task completion rating, the higher the host's reward. 】

[Basic reward: Pure Yang Promise! 】

[Mission failed, host's bad luck value +1! 】