Ji Fengchen was learning weapons in the Shaolin Temple, but he was faced with a small circle wrapped in iron nails and was at a stalemate.

It turns out that there is a skill in turning that small circle, as long as the strength is moderate and the speed is even, and the position of the wooden stick is impartial, you can easily clear the level.

The point is, ingenuity is required.

But Ji Fengchen's strength is very large, and it is not easy to control it in a small way, as long as he gets started, he will be directly punctured or scratched into the skin.

I thought it was easy, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult!

It didn't take long for Ji Fengchen's arms to be wrapped in blood.

When it was time to eat, Ji Fengchen didn't go to eat and continued to practice.

Everyone went back in the evening, but Ji Fengchen still didn't go back, still practicing.

Because he knows that time is running out for himself. It's all good to practice for an extra minute.

"Boy, your concentration and eyesight are the first time in so many years that you have been so good. Come on, your stick skills can also be very good," said the abbot of Room 36 with a smile.

"Thank you Abbot, I'll do my best," Ji Fengchen said with a smile, and then continued to practice.

Ji Fengchen's learning ability is still quite strong, and he will soon be able to fully master it. This is also due to the fact that I haven't eaten or slept for a whole week.

It was much easier to practice the stick method, and Ji Fengchen saw the move and passed it quickly.

"Boy, that's good," said the first abbot with a smile, "are you interested in being the abbot of any room?"

"That's not necessary," Ji Fengchen said with a smile, "I still have my own affairs, I don't want to stay in Shaolin Temple for the rest of my life"

"Do you want to try it with the Eighteen Bronze Men?" asked the abbot.

"The legendary eighteen bronze men?" Ji Fengchen said in surprise, "Is there really one?!"

"That's nature," said the abbot, "is there any interest?"

"This 。。。。。。 Ji Fengchen hesitated, "It's better not to use it."

There is a reason why Ji Fengchen said this, the eighteen bronze men are the treasure of the town store of Shaolin Temple, and they are the last strength of Shaolin Temple.

If they win, it won't be good for them. After all, the eighteen bronze men have never been defeated as soon as they make a move.

The point is, he doesn't use divine power, he doesn't have the confidence to win against them, so he can only give up.

Let legends become legends forever.

"Well, since you have made up your mind, I won't force it" The abbot smiled and said, "I'll tell you the truth, your strength can be the first seat of the eighteen bronze people."

"Abbot, don't be joking, I still know how many catties and taels I have, I don't need divine power, I can't do it at all," Ji Fengchen said.

"Monks don't speak," the abbot said with a smile.

"I still have something to do, so I'll go back first and say goodbye," Ji Fengchen said, and then disappeared.

"How do you feel when you're back?" asked Xiaobao.

"What else? That's it" Ji Fengchen glanced at his mouth and said, then returned to the room, cut all the wounds on his arm with a knife, and then sprinkled Hui Yuansan.

It didn't take long for the wound to heal.

"What's the matter, why are there so many injuries?" asked Xiaobao.

"Just what you think," Ji Fengchen said lightly, and then sat cross-legged on the bed and exercised in the field.

"Little Bao, little snake, bullet, go out to eat!" After a while, Ji Fengchen took a shower and changed his clothes.

"What to eat?" asked Xiaobao.

"Barbecue," Ji Fengchen said.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and it was Zhang Shanfeng calling.

"Did you find it?" Ji Fengchen asked.

"Young master, I've called you hundreds of times, why are you only answering now," Zhang Shanfeng asked aggrievedly.

"I'm sorry, I went to Shaolin Temple some time ago, and I didn't have my phone with me," Ji Fengchen said.

"Young master, I've found out that it was the person you released in prison before, and my damn brother also intervened. There are their undercover agents in the prison, and now the undercover agent has committed suicide, and the person who released the news and my brother are also dead," Zhang Shanfeng said, saying that when he kissed his brother, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

No matter what he does, whether he is guilty of great crimes, he is always his own brother, and he has the same blood flowing on his body.

"Festival mourning" Ji Fengchen could hear his sadness, so he said.

"It's okay," Zhang Shanfeng said with a smile.

"Are your undercover agents exposed now?" asked Ji Fengchen.

"It shouldn't have been exposed," Mr. Zhang said.

"That's good, don't take it lightly," Ji Fengchen said, "Once exposed, he will either die or be transformed." We'll be in danger then."

"Yes, we'll be vigilant!" Zhang said.

"Well, that's good. Hung up," Ji Fengchen said.

"Reverse Blade has seen the master" just hung up the phone here, and contacted Leng Yunfei over there.

"Say" Leng Yunfei knew that Ji Fengchen must have something, so he said lightly.

"The disciple has recently been targeted by a group of Western forces。。。。。。 I'm worried about the undercover exposure, because once exposed, he will either die or be reformed, and if it succeeds, then they will be in danger in the second game," Ji Fengchen said.

"You don't have to worry about this," Leng Yunfei said lightly, "I have already sent the dead over, and if there is any movement in the undercover agent, he will report to me immediately."

"Dead soldiers?" Ji Fengchen was surprised, he didn't expect that there would be dead soldiers on the dragon scales, "We also have dead soldiers?"

"What do you think?" Leng Yunfei smiled faintly.

"That's good, the disciple will rest assured," Ji Fengchen said with a smile.

He understands that the dead can be absolutely trusted.

Because in ancient times, in the army, the dead soldiers were elite soldiers who fought bravely and were not afraid of death.

The current dragon scales and ancient warriors are still continuing the ancient concepts and beliefs.

However, the current society is ahead of its time, and many things in ancient times have fallen behind. Now, whether it is a dragon scale or an ancient warrior, they must accept the new order and adapt to the current life.

Ji Fengchen would never have thought that dragon scales would also exist in the dead.

Shouldn't dragon scales be the guardian of Huaxia, how can they also need the dead to do things for themselves?

That's too unkind, isn't it!?

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, the help of the dead man is really needed.

Ji Fengchen was still thinking about who to let out of the Hidden Shield Guard, but he didn't expect Leng Yunfei to prepare in advance.

If there is an abnormality, it will be reported immediately.

The dead man has no feelings, only knows the completion of tasks and allegiance. Because their nerves have been sealed. And the cover door also exists in the body, under normal circumstances, there is no difference from those transformed people, they are all invulnerable and invulnerable.

But the only difference is that the dead have their own thoughts and emotions, while the reformers do not.

For transforming people, it's just a human machine.

"We even have dead soldiers, what else do I don't know?" Ji Fengchen said in confusion with his arms crossed.

"Let's go, let's go eat" Xiaobao's voice interrupted Ji Fengchen's conjecture,

"Okay, let's go," Ji Fengchen said with a smile, and then got up to leave.