Early morning.

In the Dayun Temple, the monks and disciples in the temple have already done their morning classes and are practicing outside the hall.

"Drink!"

"Hah!"

A strong and powerful roar sounded among the disciples, obviously many disciples were shouting at the same time, but it sounded like one person was shouting, this perfect tacit understanding made Gao Bo admire.

"The mentally handicapped master is worthy of being the abbot of Dayun Temple, and he can teach his disciples to this extent, Gao Bo admires. Gao Bo admired, although the name of this mentally handicapped master is a bit tricky, but after a long time of contact, Gao Bo can still clearly perceive that the mentally handicapped master has advanced cultivation, whether it is in terms of force or their Zen Dao of Buddhism.

"The benefactor is polite, and the monks don't say anything, this is not what I teach, but what they realize. The mentally retarded master smiled, but denied Gao Bo's idea.

"Practiced by yourself?" Gao Bo couldn't help but be stunned.

The mentally handicapped master did not explain, but asked rhetorically: "Does the donor know that practice makes perfect?"

"Practice makes perfect? What does the master mean is that they only have this tacit understanding when they are practiced?"

"Yes and no. The mentally handicapped master replied.

"What do you mean?" Gao Bo wondered.

The mentally handicapped master replied: "It is true that they have this tacit understanding because practice makes perfect, and yes, but it requires all of them to work together, and if even one of them has a different mind, they will not be able to accomplish such a feat, which is not true." ”

Gao Bo admired. Gao Bo couldn't help but bow to the mentally handicapped master.

This person's Zen has reached the peak of the realm, and his words reveal Zen and mystery everywhere, which makes Gao Bo admire.

The mentally handicapped master just smiled, without recognition or denial, he pointed to the monks cultivating below and said, "Donor, look, how is their strength?"

"Everyone has cultivated their strength, and they can have such a tacit understanding, which must not be underestimated!" Gao Bo affirmed.

"That'...... What does the donor think compares to them with the strength of the donor?"

"If you fight them, what will you win?"

Gao Bozuo said: "Since the master has asked questions, I can't hide it, I'm not a modest person, to be honest, although these people are strong, in my eyes, they are vulnerable." ”

The mentally handicapped master smiled: "With the strength of the donor, there are a few people in the world who can compare with it, fighting alone, don't say they, even the old man is not the opponent of the donor." ”

However, what the old man said was not to fight alone, but to fight them alone. ”

Gao Bo shook his head and said: "The realm is too different, even if there are more people, it is useless." ”

"Definitely. The mentally handicapped master stroked his beard and smiled: "The so-called many people are powerful, united as one, although the donor is really strong, but may not be able to beat them, if you don't believe it, the old man can make a bet with the donor." ”

"Oh?" Gao Bo raised his eyebrows: "Bet on what?"

"Bet that the donor won't be able to beat them. The mentally handicapped master said.

"Not necessarily. Gao Bo smiled, "But since the master is from this Yaxing, then Gao Bo is not easy to refuse, I will go down and fight with them, and then the master will not blame me for hurting them." ”

"If the donor can hurt them, then the old man loses. The mentally retarded master laughed.

Gao Bo smiled, jumped into the air, and walked into the monk's pile.

"You should have heard what I said to the mentally retarded master just now. ”

"In the words of your monks, let's have a fight, until the point is reached, if I can hurt you, then I win, if you hurt me, then you win, everyone, shoot. Gao Bo said in a gesture of please.

"Donor, offended. All the monks said in unison.

Then, he saw that the monks quickly set up a formation, surrounded Gao Bo, and then quickly began to rotate around Gao Bo.

"Eighteen Arhats lock the star array. Looking at the formation of the monks, Gao Bo muttered, and quickly came up with a countermeasure in his mind.

These eighteen Arhats lock star arrays are known for their fierceness, and there are only two ways to break them, one is to break through the eye of the formation, and the other is to be more fierce than them.

The first is to break through the formation eye, which is naturally the simplest and most direct way, but this group of people has a tacit understanding, not to mention that the formation eye has long been covered by them, even if Gao Bo finds the formation eye and breaks through in time, they can immediately change the formation eye and rearrange the formation, Gao Bo believes that they have this tacit understanding and this strength.

Therefore, Gaobo's choice is the second one.

Break up their formations with a force stronger than theirs.

Among this group of people, only a few people have entered the realm of Tai Chi, and most of the rest are still in the stage of practicing strength, the difference is only more to less, Gao Bo is a master of the half-step void level, he believes that it is not necessary to break up the formation of this group of monks.

So, without hesitation, he directly gathered his strength and cast a Fuhu Arhat punch at them.

Fuhu Arhat Boxing is known for its fierceness, and it happens to be Shaolin martial arts, and it is perfect to win Shaolin monks with Shaolin boxing.

Rumble.

In an instant, Gao Bo shot out with both fists, and a strong power emanated from Gao Bo's body, rushing towards the monk like a tiger descending from the mountain.

But seeing that the monks quickly turned the formation, they were vaguely turning into a large golden cover in the center, framing Gao Bo in it.

It was the Golden Bell Jar.

At this time, Gao Bo's Fuhu Arhat fist slammed into the golden bell jar, and a trace of cracks appeared above it.

But soon, the rift disappeared, because the eighteen monks operated the golden bell jar at the same time, directly dividing the attack on the golden bell jar, and dividing it into eighteen forces to be borne by each of the eighteen monks.

Although Gao Bo is strong, no matter how strong his strength is, it is divided into eighteen parts, and naturally there is not much left, so Gao Bo's Fu Hu Arhat Fist was easily resolved.

"Awesome. Gao Bo couldn't help but admire.

"Donor, it's our turn next. "The monk said.

After that, all the monks put away the golden bell jar and exerted their strength at the same time, while one of the monks holding a long stick suddenly burst out, shot out with a long stick in his hand, and blasted straight towards Gao Bo.

In an instant, the monk holding the long stick swung towards Gao Bo with the force of the seventeen monks at the same time, and it was actually at the moment of exerting his strength that all the power was gathered under the stick that was swung.

Gao Bo clearly felt the power of nothingness in the power of this stick.

He didn't dare to underestimate it, he also condensed his strength, and unleashed a Shaoji Tianyang Fist towards the monk holding the long stick.

Rumble.

The collision between the two immediately caused a slight tremor around him, and then, he saw Gao Bo's offensive disappear, and the monk's stick slammed straight towards Gao Bo.

Gao Bo was shocked, and in a hurry, he directly cast the Divine Dragon Awakening in an instant, and quickly retreated, avoiding this stick.

But the Shaolin monk was extremely fast, and even if he didn't hit Gao Bo, he still made a big cut on Gao Bo's clothes.

Looking down at his torn clothes, Gao Bo shook his head and said, "No need to fight, you won, I lost." ”

(End of chapter)