Chapter 1728

Gu Hanyuan looked at the group of bald monks who had suddenly arrived with deep eyes.

He had long sensed the existence of these people from North Shaolin, but they hadn't appeared, observing silently from afar.

Gu Hanyuan deliberately getting injured was a plan to kill several birds with one stone.

Among them, the most difficult to ensure was the actions of these bald donkeys from North Shaolin.

Fortunately, North Shaolin's heart to convert Li Xunhuan never died.

Especially after seeing that Li Xunhuan's "Little Li Flying Dagger" could actually injure Gu Hanyuan, they were even more tempted.

There was no need to mention the bad relationship between Shaolin and Gu Hanyuan; they had long regarded him as a great enemy.

However, they were intimidated by Gu Hanyuan's rising momentum and peerless divine arts, so they maintained peace on the surface.

At this moment, seeing that Li Xunhuan, who only had Grandmaster cultivation, could injure Gu Hanyuan with the "Little Li Flying Dagger," how could they sit still?

The leaders of North Shaolin were still Xinmei and Xinjian.

Gu Hanyuan keenly noticed that Xinjian's gaze was not on him and Li Xunhuan, but instead fell on Long Xiaoyun.

It seemed Xinjian already knew that Long Xiaoyun had the "Innate Sunflower Divine Art."

Gu Hanyuan's eyes were slightly playful, but on the surface, he didn't pay too much attention to Xinjian.

He said coldly to Xinmei:

"North Shaolin wants to meddle in other people's business?"

Xinmei felt a surge of anger in his heart.

There were very few people in the entire Jianghu who dared to speak to North Shaolin like this.

Gu Hanyuan was precisely the one with the greatest hostility towards them, yet they couldn't do anything about him.

Helpless, Xinmei could only swallow his anger and try to reason.

"Amitabha. Li Xunhuan is seriously injured, how can he take a sword from Young Master Gu, whose divine arts are peerless? Li Xunhuan still has the unended grievance of killing the lay disciple Zhang Xiaoyi of North Shaolin Temple, so I must take him back to North Shaolin to judge his sins. Therefore, I cannot let him die here."

Gu Hanyuan laughed mockingly:

"Xinmei, didn't you agree to hand Li Xunhuan over to the imperial court before? Why have you changed your mind? Could it be that there isn't a rule against going back on one's word in North Shaolin's precepts?"

Yichen, a disciple behind Xinmei, didn't have Xinmei's sophistication, and was furious upon hearing this, shouting:

"Presumptuous! How dare you insult our temple!"

Gu Hanyuan's eyes were cold and stern, and he said indifferently:

"What? You North Shaolin are allowed to go back on your word, but Gu is not allowed to say it? So what if Gu insulted you? Little monk, do you want to represent your North Shaolin and go to war with Gu?"

Yichen, hearing Gu Hanyuan pin a hat on him that he couldn't bear the responsibility for, was at a loss, and was stared at by Gu Hanyuan's icy gaze, feeling only a chill all over, his mind dazed.

His legs went soft, and he actually sat down on the ground.

Gu Hanyuan said contemptuously upon seeing this:

"It seems the mental state of North Shaolin's young disciples needs improvement."

Xinmei's brows knitted slightly, feeling both indignant and helpless, and also dissatisfied with Yichen.

For no good reason, he stood out and instead lost North Shaolin's face.

He could only feign compassion and say:

"Young Master Gu's killing intent is too heavy, which is not beneficial to the cultivation of the mind."

Yichen's pathetic appearance was precisely caused by the trace of killing intent Gu Hanyuan revealed.

Although Xinmei only had Grandmaster cultivation, he was knowledgeable.

At this moment, he was secretly accusing Gu Hanyuan of too much slaughter.

Gu Hanyuan glanced at him indifferently and said leisurely:

"Old monk, do you want to preach to Gu?"

Xinmei's face stiffened upon hearing this, and after weighing the pros and cons, he still chickened out.

He said with lowered head and submissive eyes:

"This old monk doesn't dare, I'm just worried that Young Master Gu will go astray."

Gu Hanyuan sneered and said mockingly:

"Heh, let's skip these digressions. Do you North Shaolin want to take Li Xunhuan away, aren't you afraid of the imperial court's punishment?"

"Times change. This old monk has already asked the temple for instructions, and the temple will naturally negotiate with the imperial court. I ask Young Master Gu to hand Li Xunhuan over to this old monk."

Xinmei said righteously.

Not only did he find an excuse for his going back on his word, but he also declared that North Shaolin was not afraid of the imperial court.

That shameless appearance was exactly the same as Kongwen's back then.

If North Shaolin really wasn't afraid of the imperial court, they wouldn't have chosen to retreat before.

Xinmei's idea was nothing more than wanting to take Li Xunhuan away before the imperial court's people arrived.

By then, if the imperial court wanted the person, it would only fall into an endless cycle of buck-passing.

In the final analysis, it was just seeing whether Li Xunhuan was worth North Shaolin doing so.

Grandmasters didn't count for much, but a Grandmaster who could injure Gu Hanyuan was a rarity.

Even if it was just cutting a wound on Gu Hanyuan's finger with a flying dagger, it proved Li Xunhuan's potential.

Gu Hanyuan's gaze flickered, looking at Xinmei's determined appearance; I'm afraid it wasn't just asking North Shaolin for instructions regarding Li Xunhuan's matter.

Perhaps there would be unexpected gains...

Gu Hanyuan pretended to be deep in thought, but was actually concentrating on sensing.

After a while, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked into a curve.

He said with a hint of meaning:

"Xinmei, it's not that you can't take Li Xunhuan away..."

Xinmei was overjoyed upon hearing this:

"Young Master Gu is wise and righteous..."

However, before his flattery could be finished, Gu Hanyuan interrupted him.

"Xiaoyun almost lost her life to Li Xunhuan's flying dagger, how can I, as her master, not care? Since North Shaolin wants to take over Li Xunhuan, then bear the consequences for him."

Gu Hanyuan's cold words fell, and killing intent immediately permeated.

Xinmei said in panic:

"Young Master Gu, things can be discussed, why resort to force."

Gu Hanyuan said indifferently:

"As long as you take a sword from Gu for Li Xunhuan, Gu will no longer make things difficult for Li Xunhuan, and you can take him away."

Gu Hanyuan, under the gaze of Xinmei and other North Shaolin monks whose faces changed greatly, pointed like a sword, and sword qi lingered around his body.

A cold wind blew, and the fallen leaves were shattered into powder by the sword qi while still in mid-air.

At this moment, apart from Long Xiaoyun, who was staying by Gu Hanyuan's side, looking at him with admiration and excitement,

everyone in the field had a sense of soul-shaking terror.

Even A'fei, who had become much prouder after defeating Lv Fengxian and Guo Songyang, suddenly realized his own weakness at this moment.

With such terrifying momentum, what did the mere "Weapon Manual" count for?

It didn't even have the qualifications to rank Gu Hanyuan's name.