The day begins in the morning, when the red morning sun hangs high on the horizon like an egg yolk, exuding a soft, non-dazzling light. Dispelling the darkness and illuminating the earth, the water droplets on the tips of the grass shimmered with a crystal light.

This is a small county town that is seventy or eighty kilometers away from Shangjing, with a roof and alleys, and it may be that it is still early, and the small county town is still deserted.

The bakery on the side of the street was already rising from the smoke like a white mist, and a white-haired old man with a cane in his hand bent down and slowly walked out of the street.

The old man walked, trembling, swaying, staggering, swaying and swaying, swaying all the way, seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, but he miraculously stood up.

When he walked to the bakery, the old man took out a yuan front with trembling hands, then took two sorghum steamed buns, and continued to "shake" them out of the town.

"This old man is very raw!" a little girl with two braids on the back of her head in front of the bakery looked at the old man who was walking away suspiciously, tilted her head, thought about it, and then turned around and walked into the store with a smile and humming a little song.

After all, this small county town is located in a remote area, and the houses located here have been located for many years, and the blackened and gray walls that have been greasy and smoked by the fireworks of the small traders on the street for many years are like an old man in ragged clothes, covered with dust, tattered and dilapidated from beginning to end.

On the edge of the county there is a wooded field in an inaccessible part of the county, and there is a path in the woods. The old man who came out of the town was walking on the path.

The steamed bun in the old man's hand was gone. At this time, a burly man suddenly strode on the path in front of the old man,

With a bald head, yellow clothes, gray cloth shoes, and white socks, the big man turned out to be a monk. This monk is thirty or forty years old, with a black face, tall and strong like an iron tower.

The black-faced monk stepped out, and the ground seemed to tremble. Good guy, the flower monk Lu Zhishen in the Water Margin is nothing more than that!

On this crisp morning, in a remote forest path, a gray-haired old man met a monk as powerful as an iron tower, which somewhat exuded an inexplicable strange feeling.

The old man and the monk passed by, and the monk walked in a tiger step, and the strong wind brought up when he walked blew the clothes on the old man's body tightly.

The old man continued to tremble and walk forward, but the great monk behind him suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at the old man's back with two sharp eyes as sharp as a blade.

"Hmph! dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of the Buddha?" The black-faced monk suddenly became furious, his big palm stretched out like lightning, his five fingers were curved like steel hooks, and he grabbed the old man's vest with one claw.

It was the end of August, autumn was approaching, and the forest trail was already covered with a thin layer of fallen leaves. The black-faced monk grabbed it with one claw, and a cold strong wind immediately stirred the fallen leaves on the path to fly to both sides.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, and the black-faced monk grabbed it with one claw, which was extremely powerful, and it was actually Shaolin's authentic strong King Kong finger power.

Seeing that the black-faced monk's claw was about to grab the old man's vest, the old man suddenly rushed forward, and the crutch in his hand suddenly cracked, but when he saw a flash of cold light, the knife qi burst out, and a cold knife light slashed directly at the sharp claws grabbed by the black-faced monk.

The old man rushed, turned, and took out the knife, and the movements were smooth, all in one go, and it was incredibly fast, which was not something that an old man could do at all.

The black-faced monk directly ignored the sharp sword, and the claw knives collided together in an instant, making a sonorous sound, as if metal was hitting each other.

Vast fluctuations of vitality erupted from the place where the claws and knives struck, and the fallen leaves on the ground were stirred and flew out in all directions, and the trees on both sides of the path shook violently, and the leaves flew one after another.

The black-faced monk and the old man stepped back at the same time.

"The golden bell jar, one of the four great magic skills of Shaolin?" The stiff Chinese, not the old voice, at this moment, the old man's back is no longer bent, his eyes are no longer cloudy, and there is no trace of old age.

"Haha! Or the Buddha was lucky, he actually intercepted the garbage man of an island country, and said, are you Liu Sheng killing god or that ghost-eyed evil knife. The black-faced man laughed and pointed at the old man.

"I'm curious, how the hell did you see through me, is my disguise so bad that I can't fool you?" the old man's body began to surge with a palpitating death gas.

"It's because you're pretending to be too similar, but you're showing flaws. When the black-faced monk spoke, he was already secretly using his internal strength, ready to attack at any time.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dignified momentum like a mountain surged out from the black-faced monk's body, and his tower-like figure was even more tall and mighty like Optimus Prime, like a god overlooking the sky, which made people's hearts swell with an urge to bow and worship.

The old man gasped, this black monk's ancient martial arts cultivation is unfathomable, and it seems that it is no less than that Chu Qinghou of the Dragon Group.

"Pretending to be too similar?" the old man said very unexpectedly, he didn't understand what the black-faced monk meant by "too similar", he was confident that his disguise technique had reached the pinnacle of the realm of fakeness, even if it was an innate peerless powerhouse, it was not easy to distinguish.

"If it were an ordinary old man, at the moment when we staggered, he would be blown to the ground by the strong wind I brought when I walked, but you didn't change your face, calm and calm, hehe!"

"I see!" the old man suddenly realized.

"Don't salivate more than tea, let's fight!" Then, the black-faced monk's body made a fierce "crackling" sound like fried beans, and the tall and muscular body seemed to become bigger and taller, and the muscles of the whole body also squirmed and swelled, bulging, and wanted to tear out of the clothes.

Finally, he roared suddenly, and with a wave of his hands, the clothes on his upper body were torn to both sides, revealing the muscles of his upper body, which were like hills and ravines, and like copper and iron, and at the same time, a powerful and amazing momentum erupted from his body, sweeping in all directions like a gust of wind.

A layer of golden qi condensed like essence appeared outside the body of the black-faced monk, this is really an invincible iron man! The black-faced monk is like an angry-eyed King Kong, looking down on the sky, revealing an invincible momentum that dominates the world.

The black-faced monk seemed to be plated with a layer of gold dust, and his entire strong body muscles and face were faintly reflected with a brilliant metallic luster under the illumination of the light. Even a pair of eyes emitted a compelling light, which was the external manifestation of the Golden Bell Jar's cultivation to the highest level.

Get up, if you want to practice hard qigong such as the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt to the highest level in your lifetime, you need considerable talent, and ordinary people are afraid that it will be difficult for them to look at in their lifetime. And the black-faced monk is because he was born with extraordinary talent and infinite strength since he was a child, so he has become a copper skin and iron bone.

The old man in disguise, who didn't know whether it was Liu Sheng's God Killer or the Devil's Eye Evil Knife, experienced the powerful power of the black-faced monk on the opposite side, and the old man's gaze gradually became hot.

The golden bell jar is really an undefeated martial art in the world, when practicing to the highest level, the whole body of the cover door is all gone, the body is like a hundred refining steel, invulnerable, it can be said that it has been invincible.

"Bang!" the black-faced monk took a sharp step forward, and even the ground shook as if it couldn't withstand this powerful force. It was this step, the black-faced monk had already crossed the distance of three zhang, one punch was closed on the side of his waist, and another big iron fist burst out like a powerful spring, the fist wind was domineering, the air surged mountains and rivers, and the violent wind touched the old man's face first.

The figure of the old man flashed, and he had lost his trace on the spot, and then appeared on the right side of the black-faced monk, but when he saw the white mang, the matchless knife slashed at the black-faced monk's empty door under the ribs as fast as lightning.

The sound of gold and iron echoing came out again, and the sharp blade in the old man's hand couldn't break through the golden qi on the black-faced monk's body at all. Just slashed the black-faced monk to the left and staggered a few steps, and the sharp and fast knife did not cause any damage to the black-faced monk at all.

"Island country kendo, you are the god of Yanagi killing. The black-faced monk's eyes burst out with two golden rays, staring at the old man who had already avoided it, and his whole body was full of surging battle intent.

Liu Sheng is a god of killing, a master of sword in the island country, and his cultivation is very high, and it is said that he is infinitely close to the heaven-level powerhouse of the island country, and such a master is hard to find. It is no wonder that the black-faced monk's eyes lit up as if he had seen a priceless treasure.

The old man didn't speak, the black-faced monk couldn't wait to rush forward, the old man had super fast speed, and the sharp sword, and the black-faced monk had super defensive ability, and also had super attack ability, the two people were chess opponents, will meet good materials, as soon as they touched, they would fight in a dark place, and the dust storm would fly.

The fierce wind and sword qi that was frantically stirring and hovering around the two of them poured out in all directions, and there were constant vibrations on the ground.

Shaolin Golden Bell Jar vs. Island Country Kendo, the battle was unprecedentedly fierce, but unfortunately no one was able to watch the battle in such a big battle, but ...... Is there really no one watching from the sidelines?