This battle exchange was held in the large square of Arhat Hall.
When Xiao Xun arrived with Xuan Chi and the rest, he found that the entire Arhat Hall seemed to be packed with monks.
At the easternmost part of the Arhat Hall's square, there was a huge martial arts stage that was three meters tall. A group of secular disciples sat cross-legged on the right side of the martial arts stage.
On the left side of the martial arts stage, there were thirty white-robed monks sitting cross-legged.
In the innermost part of the martial arts stage, there were five rows of thick futons. There were already more than ten Xuan monks in kasaya sitting down.
In the entire square, the first five rows were filled with disciples of the round generation in yellow robes, while the back rows were filled with white-robed monks.
The atmosphere was noisy and lively.
"Fortunately, all Shaolin disciples practice martial arts and have good eyesight. Otherwise, could the people sitting at the back really see the situation on the martial arts stage?”
Xiao Xun cursed in his heart while hesitating.
He was hesitating whether he should sneak into the square.
He always felt that he was a little out of place beside Xuan Chi.
Under the watchful eyes of many monks, Xiao Xun followed Xuan Chi to the martial arts stage from the right side of the square.
"Martial Granduncle, why don't I watch it in the square?”Xiao Xun could not help but speak.
If he didn't speak now, it would be awkward if he was chased out later.
Even though Buddhism had always emphasized equality throughout life.
However, after four years in Shaolin, Xiao Xun was very clear that there was a difference in rank between Shaolin monks.
"Go on stage." Xuan Chi said concisely.
"Oh." Xiao Xun heaved a sigh of relief.
Since Xuan Chi had spoken, the possibility of him being chased down later was very slim.
"In the future, will I be able to borrow the tiger's might?”
Xiao Xun was more or less excited.
As Xuan Chi ascended the martial arts stage, Xiao Xun swept his gaze across the secular disciples and saw Qiao Song at a glance.
At the same time.
Qiao Song seemed to have a feeling. He looked up at Xuan Chi and his group, and his eyes lit up.
Little Master!
The rest of the secular disciples on the Martial Arts Stage and the 30 white-robed monks also noticed Xiao Xun.
He had no choice.
Xuan Chi, who was wearing a red kasaya and holding a staff, was too dazzling.
Xiao Xun was dressed in a white monk robe. If he stayed in the square, no matter how good-looking he was, he would become ordinary.
After all, there was no shortage of white-robed monks in the square.
At this moment.
Xiao Xun, who was beside Xuan Chi, was immediately distinguished from the other white-robed monks and became one of the focal points.
In the eyes of these people, they were more interested in Xiao Xun than Xuan Chi.
Seeing Qiao Song look over, Xiao Xun nodded slightly as a greeting.
This action attracted the attention of many people.
Qiao Song grinned, thinking to himself that Little Master still remembered him.
Luo Tianqi, who was sitting on Qiao Song's right, was keenly aware of the interaction between Qiao Song and Xiao Xun. For a moment, his eyes narrowed into slits.
He remembered that Qiao Song seemed to have mentioned that he had met an unfathomable little master in Shaolin.
Could it be this little monk?
Xuan Chi glanced at Xiao Xun and asked in a low voice while walking,""You know Qiao Song?"
Xiao Xun replied in a low voice," In the month before I came to the Medicine King's Yard, I practiced the Golden Bell Shield by the waterfall at the foot of the Purple Cloud Peak every night. Senior Brother Qiao Song also practiced there and we met a few times."”
As they spoke, the group had already arrived in front of the futon in the deepest part of the martial arts stage.
The group of Xuan monks who were sitting on the praying mats stood up one after another.
"Senior Brother Xuan Chi."
Everyone shouted respectfully.
In such an occasion, status was the most important. Even if he had entered Shaolin earlier than Xuan Chi, he could only address him as Senior Brother Xuan Chi or just stand there without saying anything.
Xuan Chi nodded slightly and made a Buddhist salute with one hand. After a few words of courtesy, he was led by a yellow-robed monk to the front row, to the right in the middle of the futon.
As the head of the Medicine King's Yard, Xuan Chi was second only to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Zheng, in terms of status. He was on the same level as the heads of the other halls.
Xuan Chi handed the staff in his hand to the yellow-robed monk beside him. After sitting down, he looked at Xiao Xun.
"Give Huiwu an extra seat in front of me.”
Xuan Chi ordered.
"Yes." The yellow-robed monk who led Xuan Chi to his seat replied with a strange look in his eyes.
Xiao Xun was instantly overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.
This treatment…
It seemed a little exaggerated.
"Why don't this disciple stand at the side and watch?”
Xiao Xun whispered.
He could vaguely feel countless gazes on him, which made him feel a great pressure.
"You can see more clearly here." Xuan Chi said.
Xiao Xun was helpless. Coincidentally, at this moment, the yellow-robed monk had already walked over with a praying mat.
Sitting cross-legged in front of Xuan Chi, Xiao Xun felt uneasy. He felt that everyone in the square was looking at him.
For a moment, everyone's attention was focused.
Xiao Xun's small face was a rare blush.
It was really…
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. It was difficult for him to adapt to it.
"As expected, I knew Little Master was not simple!”
Qiao Song's eyes were fervent, and he was actually so excited that it was difficult for him to control himself.
"Is he the little master you mentioned before?”Little King Kong asked in a low voice.
Qiao Song nodded and did not say anything else.
Actually, although he had always wanted to befriend Xiao Xun, his knowledge of Xiao Xun's situation was limited.
He only knew that Xiao Xunfa's name was Huiwu and he was proficient in Arhat Fist.
"Is he very strong?"
Little King Kong looked at Xiao Xun, a hint of battle intent flashing in his eyes.
To be able to make Qiao Song value him so much, and now sitting in front of the Medicine King's Yard's head Xuan Chi…
He must be one of the outstanding talents of Shaolin's younger generation.
However…
He seemed a little young.
Little King Kong noticed that Xiao Xun was even younger than him.
"Why don't we challenge him later?"
The moment this thought appeared, it grew wildly like wild grass.
In this battle exchange, every layman disciple could challenge a Shaolin disciple.
Once defeated, they would lose the right to challenge other Shaolin disciples.
If he won, he could continue to challenge other Shaolin disciples.
At the same time, the disciples could also challenge each other. After the top three were decided, if anyone was not satisfied, they could challenge the top three.
A few rows behind Arhat Hall Square, the disciples of the Hui generation of First Ancestor Temple sat together, their eyes wide open.
"Is it Huiwu?"
Huizhen, who had already stepped into the Second Stage Realm, widened her eyes and could vaguely see Xiao Xun's outline.
However, he did not dare to admit it.
He couldn't believe that his roommate, who was ranked last in Shaolin, could sit with the head of the Medicine King's Yard!
"It's Huiwu." The fat monk Hui Que nodded and said with certainty.
His strength was much higher than Huizhen's, so he could see much more clearly.
"Hiss ~"
Huizhen gasped.
It was really Huiwu!
How was that possible?
Wasn't it rumored that Huiwu was almost killed by Xuan Lian a few days ago?
How could he sit in front of the Medicine King's Yard's Chief today?
This treatment was unique among all the disciples of the Hui generation in Shaolin, right?
Most of the disciples of First Ancestor House were amazed, envious, and envious.
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