The disciples of Sanhemen saw that Su Wen was young and the abbot, so he didn't expect him to be very skillful, and he didn't take him to heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

More thoughts are still on Lu Zhishen and others.

After all, the kung fu of these seven people is really clever.

On that side, Lu Zhishen and Han Li were inseparable, and the six people of the Tanzong on this side assisted each other, and two Sanhe Sect disciples lay on the ground.

When Su Wen was still seven or eight meters away from the people who were fighting together, he was surrounded by three people.

They all looked like they were about thirty years old, and one of them was still an acquaintance, it was the man who appeared in the temple at the beginning, Tang Zhong.

For the oncoming punch, Su Wen didn't look at it, and with a twist of his body, the Zen staff in his hand swept directly over, and the target was Tang Zhong on the right.

"You're looking for your own death." The disciple who came over with a punch secretly said that his fist strength was 100 kilograms, but he didn't even pay attention to it, he just didn't know how to write dead words.

"In that case, I will fulfill you. The disciple secretly said in his heart, and the strength he had originally held in his hand increased a little more.

In the blink of an eye, this punch smashed into Su Wen's back with a sound of wind.

"Bell"

A loud sound like a steel plate was heard where the fist met the back.

The expected scene of Su Wen being knocked flying by this blow did not appear, and the touch was not the feeling of hitting the human body, but like hitting the steel plate, which made him feel a sharp pain in his hand bones.

"Hiss"

Just as he gasped and covered his right hand, Su Wen used the thrust of this punch to instantly shorten the distance between him and Tang Zhong.

The Zen staff in his hand was originally a little far from Tang Zhong, but this moment it was in front of him.

Tang Zhong originally watched Su Wen not dodge the punch, but gave him behind him, but also laughed secretly in his heart, feeling that Su Wen was killing himself. Unexpectedly, he was almost unaffected, and he arrived in front of him with the force of pushing, so that he almost didn't have time to react, and he barely blocked his arm at his waist and was swept out with a cane.

"Click" accompanied by fractures and cries of pain, Tang Zhong was swept out more than three meters away and fell to the ground.

This startled the two men.

I originally thought that Su Wen was a soft persimmon, but I didn't expect him to be soft at all, so he swept Senior Brother Tang Zhong out when he came up.

Especially the person who punched just now, looking at Su Wen at this time, he was first shocked, and then gritted his teeth.

"Be careful, he has an iron plate behind his back. He shouted to his companion.

"Shameless. The other immediately understood why he didn't react at all after being punched.

Put an iron plate inside your clothes, and there are still such people?

The two of them immediately gathered around, and they aimed at Su Wen's head and legs.

Su Wen danced with a Zen stick in his hand, and the same stick swept over.

"I don't believe you can resist this time without dodging. The two gritted their teeth. There are various vital points in the head, and if you are hit, it is easy to be injured, or even seriously injured.

Unexpectedly, seeing that the fists were in front of Su Wen's eyes, he still didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, he didn't even look at it, and only stared at his target.

The man didn't dare not hide, so he quickly withdrew his hand and rolled on the ground.

And the other person also slapped Su Wen's head with a palm.

"Bell"

It's still the sound of hitting the iron plate.

It was still shocking, and his palms ached.

But this time, both of them saw it clearly, and it happened to be patted on Su Wen's head. If there is an iron plate, it can only be made under the skin.

Could it be that he is really iron-beaten? Could it be that he has iron plates under his skin?

The two looked at Su Wen, who didn't react at all, and their hearts were cold.

Su Wen's hand was not soft at all, and the Zen staff smashed towards the two of them with a sound of breaking the air.

A set of crazy wands was used, forcing the two of them to not dare to make a hard connection at all, and kept dodging.

A few strokes forced the two into the crowd.

No one in the distance cared about Su Qian, but when he tried to pay attention again, he found that the three of them had already hit the crowd.

Tang Zhong, on the other hand, was lying there with his arms covered.

Su Wen entered the crowd, like a tiger entering a flock, anyway, there were enemies all around, and the Zen staff in his hand was waving non-stop. As long as you are knocked out, it must be the end of lying down.

Immediately, the original formation surrounding the six people of Tanzong was disrupted.

In just a few strokes, two or three people were smashed to the ground by Su Wen with screams.

Tan Zong and the others seized the opportunity to also attack fiercely, completely disrupting the opponent's formation and completely breaking apart.

The original twenty or so people lay down half of the chaotic kung fu after a while.

Forty or fifty people came up, and most of them were lying on the ground.

There were more than ten people left, and where were the opponents of Tan Zong and others, and before they could run back, they were overturned to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

Seeing that these ordinary disciples were all knocked down, the disciples behind them were a little unable to stand.

Now in this meeting, they can't hold it on their faces. You must know that there are only eight monks in total.

Except for a few people, all of them came up, twenty people gathered in the inner circle to directly fight with Su Wen and others, and the rest of the people surrounded the outer circle.

The remaining forty or so people are different from those just now, each of them has been starting for at least seven or eight years, and more than ten years.

Usually, they take turns to be coaches in the Sanhe Martial Arts Gym, and even if they go to participate in the national fighting competition, they can enter two rounds.

In particular, many people were originally practicing martial arts in the villa area, and they still carried weapons when they came out.

These disciples gathered around, and there were only six or seven people behind them, except for the two Funakoshi Kamio and the other two. They are all the top disciples in the sect.

The other is Qi Qiao, who stood there motionless from the beginning.

Although the strength of these more than forty people was several points stronger than just now, they still fell behind as soon as they faced Tan Zong and the others.

Fortunately, someone rescued him, so he didn't just fight and lay down a few.

Even if he has a weapon in his hand, the scene is not much better than just now.

After all, their strength is only compared to ordinary disciples.

But compared with Tan Zong and others, it is still too much worse.

Tan Zong and the others are like adults, the disciple just now is a child of seven or eight years old, and the current disciple is only a child of twelve or thirteen years old.

is still pressed and beaten, and it is only by relying on the help of people outside from time to time that he can barely resist it.

In the end, the six or seven disciples couldn't hold it down when they saw the scene, and they all showed their weapons to join in.

The addition of these people finally made some changes in the scene.

But at this time, the most dazzling thing in the field became Su Wen wielding a Zen staff.

He didn't care about the weapons or punches and kicks handed around him, just like a humanoid tank, making it difficult for the people around him to get his hands on.

"Abbot be careful. Hui Jue's face suddenly changed and she shouted violently.

Not far behind Su Wen, a man in a white practice uniform held a knife between his eyebrows and stabbed straight into Su Wen's back.

If this is pierced, it must be worn through.