Outside the Scripture Pavilion.
The shadow's back quickly broke out in cold sweat.
However, even so, the shadow still did not dare to move. Even his breathing was faint, for fear of disturbing Su Qin.
As a member of the Demon Sect, the shadow knew very well that he had taken a great risk in sneaking into the Shaolin Temple.
But the shadow had no choice.
The Sect Master's orders cannot be disobeyed, plus he had some thoughts, so he forced himself to come.
Originally, the shadow thought that even if he did not steal the 'Yi Jin Jing' in the end, with his stealth, there should be no problem for him to retreat.
But the shadow did not expect that before he even entered the Scripture Pavilion, he would be forced to show up.
"The Shaolin Temple is too terrifying."
"Just a random Sweeping Monk has such strength?"
The shadow felt bitter in his heart.
Su Qin didn't know what the shadow was thinking, but he could see that the shadow should be very nervous at this moment.
The Internal Strength in his body was running wildly and could erupt at any time.
It's just that …
This did not arouse Su Qin's interest at all.
If the shadow was a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, Su Qin would be more serious.
However, the shadow was just a Grade 4 Martial Artist, not even Grade 3. Even if he erupts, Su Qin can kill him with a slap.
"No."
"I can't drag it on like this."
The shadow's thoughts turned sharply, thinking about his situation.
The Scripture Pavilion is an important place of the Shaolin Temple. There are Monks patrolling the area at all times. The shadow took advantage of the gap to sneak in.
But the time left for him is certainly not too long.
If he continues to drag it on, even if Su Qin doesn't do anything, the patrolling Monks will find him.
At that time, Black Shadow will face the pursuit of the Shaolin Temple, a Great Sect.
Thinking of this, the shadow gritted his teeth.
"Fight!"
Three silver needles quietly appeared in the shadow's right hand.
These three silver needles are made of Dark Iron and are designed to break through Internal Strength Protection. Even Martial Artists in the Upper Realm will suffer if they are not prepared.
"Go for me."
A trace of distress flashed on the shadow's face.
Whoosh!
The three silver needles turned into a poisonous snake and rushed towards Su Qin.
At this time, the shadow retreated and turned to flee outside the Shaolin Temple.
In a flash, the shadow had already escaped dozens of meters away.
"He didn't chase me?"
The shadow looked happy and subconsciously turned his head to look at Su Qin..
"Huh?"
The shadow's pupils shrank slightly.
Because the three silver needles shot towards Su Qin with a bone-piercing chill, but Su Qin did not make any movement to dodge, as if he was scared silly.
How is this possible?
In the eyes of the shadow, Su Qin was at least a Martial Artist in the Upper Realm.
Although the silver needles were silent, if a Martial Artist in the Upper Realm wanted to avoid it, it shouldn't be a problem.
"Did I see wrongly? Is this Sweeping Monk not an expert but an ordinary person?"
The black shadow was inwardly furious.
The next moment.
The silver needle silently pierced into Su Qin's chest.
However.
The image of the Silver Needles entering the body did not appear. Instead, the Silver Needles made of Black Iron turned into scrap iron and fell to the ground.
"This …."
The shadow was stunned.
Then, a chill suddenly exploded in his mind.
"He blocked the Black Iron Silver Needles with his body?"
"How is this possible?!!!"
The shadow's heart trembled violently as if he saw a ghost.
In an instant.
The shadow desperately activated the forbidden technique, increased his speed to the extreme, and fled frantically.
"You want to run after making a move?"
Su Qin sneered and raised his right hand. Wisps of Non-Phase Tribulation Force collided with each other.
Buzz!
A wisp of Non-Phase Tribulation Force shot out, crossing hundreds of meters, and instantly blasted on the shadow's body.
The shadow snorted. Not only did he not stop, but he used this force to escape at an even more terrifying speed.
Seeing this scene, Su Qin did not continue to chase.
Instead, he bent down and picked up the Silver Needles that had turned into scrap iron.
"This should be the Black Iron that specializes in breaking a martial artist's inner force?"
Su Qin sized it up and thought with interest.
In today's world, although martial artists were rampant, they were not truly unscrupulous.
For example, the Black Iron in front of him was the nemesis of martial artists.
However, the production of Black Iron had always been low, and it was in the hands of the various countries.
Ordinary martial artists could not see it.
Su Qin looked at it for a while, then with a pinch of his hand, he crushed the fragments of the silver needles into powder and sprinkled it on the ground, scattering it with the wind.
It was true that [Black Iron] was used to break through a martial artist's Internal Strength, but Su Qin had already reached the Great Accomplishment stage of [Invincible Vajra Divine Art]. His body had reached the peak of Yang, and was invincible. How could [Black Iron] shake him?
Besides.
Even if Su Qin did not master the Invincible Vajra Divine Art, with his powerful inner force of a first-grade martial artist, the Black Iron could not do anything to him.
Although the Black Iron restrained a martial artist's inner force, any restraint was relative.
It was like water restraining fire.
But if one used a small bowl of water to face a monstrous fire, what would they use to restrain it?
...
Half a day later.
Hundreds of miles away from the Shaolin Temple.
In a gloomy hall.
This hall was located in a remote area, and there was almost no one nearby, but it was a branch of the Demon Sect.
At this moment, a group of people gathered in the hall, as if waiting for some news.
Each of them had a strong aura. Obviously, they were all martial artists, and they were powerful martial artists. They were at least in the Middle Realm, and there were even some in the Upper Realm.
"Sect Master, you sent people to the Shaolin Temple to steal the 'Yi Jin Jing'. I'm afraid this matter was not considered properly."
"No matter what, the Shaolin Temple is still a Great Sect of the world …" A plump woman frowned and asked.
"Huh?"
"A Great Sect of the world?"
At this time, a cold old man sneered, "Since sixty years ago, the last first-grade of the Shaolin Temple, A Holy Monk, passed away, the Shaolin Temple has not had a first-grade for sixty years."
"Without a first-grade, it does not deserve to be called a Great Sect of the world."
When these words came out.
Suddenly, there was a sound of agreement in the hall.
"Yes, those bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple, besides being able to recite scriptures, what else can they do?"
"Not to mention that the Sect Master just sent people to take away the 'Yi Jin Jing', even if it was to destroy the Shaolin Temple, what's so difficult about it?"
"Huh, what the Demon Sect wants, the Shaolin Temple dares to refuse?"
The hall was in an uproar.
After a while, the man in a purple robe sitting in the main seat of the hall said, "Okay, stop."
As soon as the man in a purple robe spoke, the hall became quiet.
"I sent people to sneak into the Shaolin Temple, in addition to wanting to borrow the 'Yi Jin Jing' to heal, I also wanted to use this to test the Shaolin Temple."
When the purple-robed man said this, he paused for a moment before continuing, "If we really get the 'Yi Jin Jing', it will prove that the Shaolin Temple has completely declined. It's just a facade, and the Demon Sect will attack the Shaolin Temple soon!"
When these words came out.
Everyone in the hall was amazed.
"The Sect Master's plan is really far-reaching."
"Those bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple, I'm afraid they don't even know that their every move has been calculated by the Sect Master."
The man in a purple robe smiled slightly and did not continue.
At this moment.
A black shadow staggered into the hall.
"You're back?"
"Did you get the 'Yi Jin Jing'?"
The man in a purple robe recognized the black shadow and asked lightly.
"Sect … Sect Master." The black shadow opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his face was as pale as a sheet.
"Are you injured?" The man in a purple robe frowned.
When the others in the hall saw this scene, they were immediately dissatisfied.
"The Shaolin Temple is really bold, how dare they hurt our Demon Sect people."
"Sect Master, as long as you give the order now, we will join forces to attack the Shaolin Temple and kill them all."
"Yes, Sect Master, give the order quickly."
Many Demon Sect martial artists clamored.
However.
Compared to these Demon Sect martial artists, the man in a purple robe sitting in the main seat felt that something was wrong.
Whoosh!
The man in a purple robe took a step forward and appeared in front of the black shadow.
"Who hurt you!"
The man in a purple robe stretched out his right hand, wanting to check the black shadow's injury.
However.
Just as the man in a purple robe circulated his Internal Force to explore the black shadow's body, he seemed to have touched something.
A wisp of aura suddenly burst out, penetrating the black shadow's body and turning into a finger force, silently pressing towards the man in a purple robe.
"This?!"
The man in a purple robe's expression changed.
He subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
Boom!!!
A terrifying shock came.
The man in a purple robe retreated eight steps and finally spat out a mouthful of blood before barely stopping.
"A hundred miles away, the change is at the heart. This is a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster using someone else's hand to warn the Demon Sect …"
The man in a purple robe suddenly raised his head, looking at the black shadow whose aura was cut off, and muttered to himself.
As soon as these words came out.
There was dead silence in the hall.
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