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Fang Bai pursed his lips with a mocking face, and then said: "Don't talk nonsense, we came to Shaolin this time, not to learn martial arts, but to seek justice, how can we not bring a little injury and see some blood? If you are afraid, bow your head and admit defeat and accept my conditions!"

"The little donor is iron-hearted, and he can't get along with my Shaolin!"

Listening to Fang Bai's words, no matter how good Jueren was, he couldn't help but be angry, his white beard was windless, and his monk's robe was swollen by the stirring True Yuan.

"That's right, I just can't get along with you!"

Fang Bai hooked his hand at Jueren and said, "Come on, old monk, let's fight, and everything will be solved!"

"In this way, the old monk is offended!"

Jueren let out a deep sigh, slapped out with his left palm, followed with his right palm, and his palms were superimposed on each other, and he slapped Fang Bai's chest with the shape of his forward body.

This palm is a type of "King Kong pushing the mountain" in the palm of Shaolin King Kong.

Shaolin ancient martial arts, pay attention to the calm atmosphere, powerful and masculine, Jueren is deeply rooted in the essence of Shaolin ancient martial arts, the palm power of this palm, contains the majestic true yuan of the ground-level middle-level martial arts, the strength of the road, as if even a hill can be knocked offset.

Jueren was not a brave and ruthless, cruel and murderous person, he was worried that Fang Bai would not be able to withstand his constant struggle, so he deliberately retained some strength.

"Old monk, be merciful to your subordinates, be careful of your own losses!"

Fang Bai sensed that Jueren had not done his best, smiled disapprerovingly, and met it with a relaxed and casual palm.

The two of them touched each other with their palms, and Jueren was shocked, only to feel that Fang Bai's true yuan was also masculine, majestic and calm, and it was a little similar to Shaolin martial arts, and it was even more powerful.

Jueren, who was under the light enemy, was actually shocked back by the true yuan that gushed out from Fang Bai's palm, and the qi and blood in his chest were surging and surging.

At this moment, not only Jueren himself was taken aback, but the Shaolin monks who were watching the battle around also looked shocked, and they all felt incredible.

In the eyes of those Shaolin warrior monks, Abbot Jueren is a mid-level master, and he is the top existence in the entire Shaolin.

The abbot's cultivation is a small realm higher than that young man, even if the abbot is merciful when he attacks, there shouldn't be such a result!

Originally, there were Shaolin warrior monks who felt that Fang Bai was young and arrogant, but now, no warrior monk had such thoughts.

The Shaolin abbot, who is only twenty years old and a small realm higher than himself, does have the capital of arrogance and arrogance.

"This young man's skills are strange, and his true essence is incredible! No wonder he has the confidence to challenge me! If I don't do my best, it seems that it will be difficult to defeat him!"

Jueren guessed that Fang Bai should have practiced some kind of special technique and concealed part of his strength, so he no longer showed mercy to his subordinates, the aura on his body rose again, his battle intent reached its peak, his palms turned into fists, and he attacked Fang Bai again.

The ordinary entry-level Shaolin Arhat boxing, which is displayed here in Jueren, is extremely strong and masculine, and it seems to have become the most powerful boxing technique in the world, and there is a kind of artistic conception of "great wisdom and foolishness, great ingenuity and clumsy".

The ghost hand watched from the side, thinking that this old monk was worthy of being the abbot of the first major sect in the ancient martial arts world of China, and there were really some doorways, if he was replaced by himself and a duel with him, he would be injured and retreat within three punches.

Fang Bai's combat power could rival a heaven-level powerhouse, while Jueren was only a ground-level mid-level martial artist, so Fang Bai fought with him, looking relaxed and leisurely, and only used half of his combat power.

Fang Bai used the "Dragon, Tiger, Lion and Elephant Gong" in the tiger roaring thunder boxing, the level of this boxing method is far from being comparable to Shaolin Luohan boxing, although it is also a fierce road, but the artistic conception of the word "fierce" is interpreted to an extreme, as if a peek into the truth of boxing.

The two of them punched each other,-for-tat, constantly colliding, mixed with the terrifying sound of tiger roaring and thunder, and the shock wave of the true yuan generated was scattered and expanded in all directions, and the persecuted ghost hands and Shaolin warriors retreated a few zhang away.

Jueren's body was like the wind, and his fists and palms changed, bringing the inheritance of thousands of years of Shaolin martial arts to the fullest, trying to suppress Fang Bai and seize the upper hand.

However, Fang Bai only counterattacked with the Tiger Roaring Thunder Fist, no matter how flexible Jueren's body technique was and how exquisite his moves were, as long as he punched out, it would be a punch that broke ten thousand methods, and immediately suppressed Jueren to death, making Jueren want to vomit blood in a depressed mood.

"Grandpa, what kind of cultivation is that old monk Jueren?"

In the distance, among the ancient pine branches and leaves, the dragon girl who was holding a telescope and carefully watching the fight between the two of Yang Zhong suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Intermediate level. ”

Long Jingtian was also staring at Fang Bai and Jueren fighting, but his eyes were focused on Fang Bai's body most of the time, as if he wanted to find out what kind of way from Fang Bai's fist technique.

In the eyes of the dragon, Fang Bai's boxing has the momentum of a tiger's roar and the power of thunder, and every punch seems to be simple and simple, without any fancies, containing a supreme boxing mystery, which is wonderful and unpredictable.

"It seems that what Fang Bai is fighting is not a fist, but a kind of Dao, a kind of Dao Law that can crush everything and destroy everything! What kind of level of boxing method is this! What kind of strange fate has this Fang Bai had?"

From Fang Bai's boxing technique, Long Jingtian seemed to have faintly realized something, and his understanding of martial arts suddenly had a kind of enlightenment and sublimation.

Generating insights through watching the battle is a rare opportunity for martial artists, Long Jingtian was surprised and happy in his heart, staring at Fang Bai who kept swinging his fists and attacking, wanting to understand more things from it.

It's a pity that Fang Bai didn't give him much chance to continue watching, and suddenly a punch was swung out, like a meteor crossing, and with supreme strength, it smashed into the palm of Jueren's hand.

Bang -

In the midst of the tremor, Jueren's figure seemed to be swept up by a strong wind, rolled in the air a few times, and fell to the ground.

Fang Bai's punch was obviously merciful, and Jueren was only slightly injured.

"Old monk, you are not my opponent!"

Fang Bai's gaze swept over Abbot Jueren and the six elders of the four halls of the Shaolin First Pavilion and One Courtyard one by one, and said, "You seven can't go together! I heard that Shaolin has eighteen Arhat Formations, which are composed of the eighteen strongest warrior monks in Shaolin, can you let me see it?"

Fighting with Jueren alone, Fang Bai didn't have to exert all his strength at all, even if he added the other six elders, with the seven of them joining forces, his strength would only be doubled, and Fang Bai would not be interested in it.

As for the legendary Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation, Fang Bai had some expectations, hoping to put a little pressure on himself and force him to do his best to fight.

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