After waiting for a while, there was no movement, and only a uniform shout came from the back mountain.

This is probably the voice of those Shaolin disciples who are practicing morning exercises.

So, the three of them walked and walked, and after passing through the hall with deep foot sockets, their eyes lit up again.

A red wall and green tiles, three heavy eaves hall painted with dougong, appeared in front of me again.

Han Zijian led Tie Yunyan and Xie Ruolan into the hall to take a look, and saw that on the left and right sides of the screen in this hall, there was a statue of King Kong, and when he looked inside, he was enshrined in the four heavenly kings who symbolized 'wind and rain'.

While playing and watching, through the Tianwang Palace, followed by the Shaolin Temple's Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In the middle of the hall of this Daxiong Treasure Palace, there is a plaque inscribed by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, with four big characters of 'Baoshu Fanglian' on it.

As for this hall, there are still many mud bodhisattvas enshrined.

However, these mud bodhisattvas with different forms, tall, short, fat and thin, and funny appearances, what kind of Buddha do they belong to, these three living Buddhas in the police world do not need to know each other, anyway, they don't know each other.

However, the eighteen Arhat statues on both sides of the main hall immediately aroused the interest of the three police Buddhas.

These eighteen Arhats, whose common names are descending the dragon, subduing the tiger, laughing lion, riding an elephant, sitting on a deer, cloth bag, plantain, long eyebrows, joy, contemplation, crossing the river, probing hands, tota, digging ears, guarding the door, being happy, raising a bowl, and meditating.

These eighteen dynamic titles are based entirely on their image characteristics.

"Eighteen big fools, come, come down, don't just stand there stupidly, show your teeth and claws, staring at your eyebrows, all come down and fight with your aunt and grandmother again," holding the Hanzi sword, Tie Yunyan grinned mischievously, and pointed the silver flower gun at the eighteen clay statues to provoke.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a loud and deep sound, like that of a subwoofer, came from outside the hall.

At the same time, there was a very neat sound of footsteps of "Kick, Kick, Kick!"

After Han Zijian turned his head to look, he led Tie Yunyan and Xie Ruolan to turn around and go out of the palace together.

At this time, on the square outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, an old monk with a tall figure, wearing a purple monk's robe, long eyebrows, fine eyes, bald head and round face, and holding a string of black Buddha beads, appeared.

Behind him, there were also eighteen young monks holding purple jujube wood long sticks, dressed in cyan short monk robes, all of whom were more than 1.8 meters tall, and looked like an iron wall.

Seeing this, Han Zijian suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh.

It seems that time has really changed, and things are different from people.

I once heard my mentor Duan Chenzi say that the authentic Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation is composed of eighteen warrior monks who use various weapons or fight with their bare hands.

They are, in order:

Fuhu Arhat, Chiba Hand.

Pick up the Arhat, the Arhat fist.

Vajra Arhat, Scattered Flower Palm.

Meritorious Arhat, Eagle Claw Gong.

Bright Arhat, one finger Zen.

Arhat, Shura knife.

Sun and Moon Arhats, Eight Immortals Drunken Sticks.

Sumeru Arhat, Pudu Staff.

Guangli Arhat, Guanghan Iron Gun.

Descend the dragon Arhat, capture the dragon.

Pure Arhat, Mighty Vajra Fist.

Return to the true Arhat, Prajna Zen palm.

Refine the Arhat, dragon claw skill.

Zhan Tan Arhat, Flower Finger.

Virtuous Arhat, compassionate Buddha sword.

Wisdom Arhat, Wei Packing.

Miaoyin Arhat, impermanence cold staff.

Golden Arhat, Fumo Sword.

But what are these monks in front of you?

It's just an eighteen-stick monk team.

However, perhaps due to the high progress of technology and civilization, Shaolin has now improved by leaps and bounds.

Looking at these eighteen warrior monks in detail, they are all tigers with strong muscles and deaf eyes and ears.

Just from the footsteps they just had, it could be judged that the tacit understanding and will of these people was not a day's work.

These eighteen Arhat formations are not only the last powerful barrier for Shaolin to deal with strong enemies, then these eighteen stick monks must also be the top masters in Shaolin!

I heard that if this array is activated, it will be like a giant python disc distance, the beginning and the end are corresponding, the formation is full of life, the movement is like a cloud, and the end is like a mountain, its changes are incomparably strange, once the enemy is trapped in the formation, there is very little precedent for breaking out of the encirclement.

"Why hasn't Shakya come out yet? What is your position?" Han Zijian stood up and shouted proudly.

"The old Dharma Academy is empty, and if the donor wants to challenge Shaolin, let's go through the Arhat Formation first!" The old monk was not to be outdone, and immediately replied.

Holding the sword in both hands, Han Zijian took a few steps forward, and then swept the light away, deliberately using words to provoke: "Hmph! A stick monk team, disdain to fight!"

"Array!" The old monk was also a little cultivated, and he was not provoked, he immediately lowered his eyebrows and drank lightly.

"Command!"

In the uniform, resounding in the sky, the eighteen stick monks flew up and somersaulted at the same time, and immediately surrounded the Hanzi Sword in the midst of the flying figures and dazzling eyes.

After shouting in unison again, the eighteen stick monks and the eighteen sticks instantly began to move and began to circle around the Hanzi Sword.

Whew!Whew!

Wow!p!p!p!

In just a moment, the speed of the eighteen stick monks became faster and faster, and in the dizzying eye, they were still alternating rapidly and changing directions.

However, after a few laps of them, Han Zijian had already gained insight into each of their routines.

Seeing that Hanzi Jian's eyes were empty, he still lowered his eyebrows and hugged his shoulders to brake quietly, and his eyes were all contempt, and the eighteen warrior monks were finally provoked, and after shouting at the same time, they officially launched an attack.

Suddenly, the eighteen sticks danced out a large ball of stick qi, like a dragon and a snake, and immediately brought the wind from all directions to bite.

Xie Ruolan has been in the Central Plains Hall for almost 20 years, and she can't remember how many times Shaolin has been here, but today is the first time she has seen this legendary invincible Eighteen Arhat Formation.

Just when Xie Ruolan was secretly worried, she saw that Han Zijian was still holding the sword in both hands, and he was calmly wandering among the eighteen stick shadows, as if he was strolling leisurely.

The first great monk of the Dharma Academy, who was fighting on the sidelines, was secretly surprised when he saw it!

This person is young, who is he sacred?

How could he be so familiar with the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation, he could accurately predict every second before the stick monk's attack!

As for Hanzi Sword, at this time, he is naturally free of fear.

I think that at the beginning, when he was in Hongya Mountain, he had broken off the dust with his teacher, and quietly practiced this formation many times in the way of talking on paper.

At this moment, it is not surprising that Hanzi Sword can predict each of their next moves in advance.

The 'Dukong' great monk outside the formation, although there were more and more doubts in his heart, it could be seen that the monks could not take advantage of the slightest, so he did not hesitate to raise his palms and strike.

Hearing the command of the force, all the warrior monks immediately understood, and at the same time tacitly took a step back and immediately changed the number of paths.

Suddenly, in the soft shouts of the three monks, three long sticks that danced so much that they pressed up towards Hanzi Sword from three directions.

These three sticks, the sticks carry the wind, one of the sticks knocks the head, one stick sweeps the legs, one stick stops the waist, and the sticks pump out of the air frequently.

In the face of such a fierce attack, Tie Yunyan was also anxious to shout: "Zijian out of the sword!"

After Han Zijian smiled back, he quickly dodged again, only to see that after he turned three times at the speed of lightning, he kicked three times with his strong kick, directly in the center of the three sticks.

In the strong wind, the three sticks that came to attack first were immediately stopped and broken by him.

And his continuous internal force generated by the strong kick did not end there, and after the force was transmitted along the stick to the hand of the stick, there were three painful snorts, and the three warrior monks were immediately shocked to let go of the stick.

At this moment, there were three more soft shouts behind Han Zijian, three stick winds.

Immediately on the left, on the right, the same soft shouts and the wind of sticks rose at the same time.

Almost at the same time, the three warrior monks who had just thrown the stick regained their combat effectiveness and attacked from the front, and the remaining six warrior monks flew up after shouting, and actually pressed down from the air.

At this moment, eighteen stick monks and eighteen long sticks formed a large stick net covering the sky, intending to make Hanzi Jian have no way to retreat.

But Han Zijian still refused to use the sword, only to see that his body shape suddenly changed when he smiled, and he began to change his shape in the stick formation again.

The stick array of the monks obviously covered all the places where they could dodge, but Hanzi Sword was like a ghost, and he was stunned to move out of his incredible steps, and easily dodged all the attacks.

At this moment, the eighteen stick monks are also becoming more and more frightened!

This person in the array, is he a human being?

Why can't you even touch his shadow?

Just when the monks were slightly restless, a sharp whistle sounded.

As soon as the monks heard this, they immediately regained their spirits and regrouped the circle, and in the eighteen sonorous sounds of sticks striking, the eighteen monks held the sticks and lay on their side, and then eighteen carps straightened up, and quickly rotated and contracted the encirclement.

At this moment, this seemingly ordinary move change made these eighteen warrior monks seem to have been injected with eighteen fresh chicken blood.

"Heaven and Earth Net Array!"

In the deafening roar of the eighteen monks, the movements of all the warrior monks in the field were surprisingly consistent at this time.

I saw that after the eighteen figures rose vertically, they formed a national standard circle, and then the long stick shuttled in the air, and after the opposite side was exchanged, the person fell with the stick, and the person pressed the stick, and formed a dense long stick net, covering the head and face of the Hanzi sword.

"Wonderful Array!"

After a long roar from the sky, Han Zijian opened his arms happily, and he finally let the Cold Iron Cold Heart Sword come out of its sheath.

Immediately, a burst of cold qi quickly spread outward, and in the aggressive and awe-inspiring sword aura, a strong and irresistible human roaring sword roared and immediately shook the eardrums of everyone present.

Seeing that Hanzijian finally showed her sword, Tie Yunyan breathed a sigh of relief, and she happily hugged Xie Ruolan, who was covering her ears with both hands, in her arms and forced her to continue to watch the battle carefully.

At this time, every long stick in the field that was like a thousand pounds had been capped, and it seemed that Hanzi Sword had no way to escape.

But no!

I saw that he used a move in the Tiangang Pulse Sword to 'see the sun through the clouds', twisted the tip of the sword towards the sky and drew it, and then in that circle of dazzling sword flowers, he used the rudiest dry land to pull the onions, and the person had already hit the stick net above his head.

Just when Tie Yunyan was secretly taken aback, thinking that he had used the wrong move, she heard a burst of banging sound coming violently.

When I looked closely, I found that the fierce stick net on the top of Hanzijian's head had been cut by the sword qi, and the eighteen long sticks immediately turned into thirty-six.

Looking at Han Zijian again, he had long since disappeared from the human form and only saw the flying shadow, and on the way to the rapid rotation and ascent, after his feet spun and kicked hard, the eighteen half-cut sticks flying freely in the air were immediately returned to their original owners.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Immediately, after the impact sound of eighteen different musical sensations due to the different thickness of the skin and the different sizes of the bones, the chests of the eighteen stick monks had all been lightly hit.

That is, this merciful light blow at the foot was enough to make the eighteen warrior monks scatter all the sticks with red faces, and then cover their chests with their hands together and roll a few meters away.

In Tie Yunyan's happy cheers, in Xie Ruolan's applause and applause, the eighteen warrior monks who were not in a big problem turned over and got up again, and then sat cross-legged and breathed secretly.

At this time, the great monk of 'Dukong' took a few steps forward, and after he sighed, he respectfully saluted Hanzi Jian with his palms together: "Thank you for your mercy at the feet of the donor!"

Broke the legendary eighteen stick monks, Han Zijian seemed to be a little unfinished, he put the sword into the sheath, and also returned the salute with a fist to Dukong, and then said happily:

"Can the master teach me a lesson or two?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, the donor's skill, the poor monk is really powerless to compete," Dukong is humble and busy with the salute.

At this moment, an extremely penetrating voice came.

This sound seemed to be in the back mountain, but when the voice fell, a black shadow had flown to the center of the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall:

"Amitabha, I think I Shaolin has been lonely for hundreds of years, and today I am fortunate to meet a master outside the world, fortunately!