"Master, I'll put all of your martial arts here, I'll go to the third floor and take a look at ,......."

Ye Xiuwen politely returned the martial arts to its original position, but he didn't want the old monk, but he jumped down and blocked Ye Xiuwen's way and said: "Amitabha, donor, please stay, eighteen sections of Babel Tower, every time you pass a level, you can go to the next level!"

"Master Amitabha, are you a monk?"

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"Amitabha, the poor monk is a monk,......

"Then the monks, don't you speak?"

Ye Xiuwen continued to ask, but the old monk didn't think much about it at all, and responded: "Exactly!"

"Then master, what are the conditions for passing this level?"

"This is natural, no matter what method the donor uses, as long as he can make the poor monk fall ,......"

As soon as the old monk said this, he covered his mouth, and immediately folded his hands and said: "Nan Wu Amitabha, donor, please!"

"Hahaha! The master is really an honest man, but I'm not an opportunistic person, the master is coming, let's fight, come......!

Ye Xiuwen swished and got on the plum blossom pile, while the old monk bowed down and saluted, silently reciting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, obviously conquered by Ye Xiuwen's noble character.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be forced is successful, and you get +50 ,......"

"Haha! It's 50 points, I know that the old monk is the most honest!"

Ye Xiuwen smiled in his heart, and waited for the old monk to get on the pile.

"Whoosh!"

The old monk stepped on his feet, and the person rose into the air, and landed on the pile, which was flat and stable!

This plum blossom pile is not nailed to the ground, but cut the section, and is placed on the tower.

So the feet are alive, and as long as you use a little bit of force, the stake will fall, and the person will fall off the stake.

But this high monk, even if he jumps up, he has never shaken half a point, which can be called first-class pile skills!

"The little donor, the character is excellent, the poor monk admires it very much, and the poor monk makes the little donor ,...... three tricks"

The old monk clasped his hands together, and asked Ye Xiuwen to make three moves. But I don't want Ye Xiuwen to follow the old monk's appearance, and he also folded his hands and said: "The master's character is also superior, so I also want to let the master make six moves, so that the three moves are evenly matched against the three moves, and I will let the master make three moves, what do you think?"

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful and getting +50 ,......"

"Amitabha, the Zen principle of the little benefactor, is the best of the best, the poor monk is willing to bow to the wind, Amitabha Buddha ......"

The old monk clasped his palms together, but his face was straight in vain, and he strode over!

"Bang! bang......"

Every time the old monk took a step, the plum blossom pile under his feet would make a roar, and only about three steps, the old monk came to Ye Xiuwen's approach and grabbed it!

This grasp is the Shaolin mastery-dragon claw hand. However, at this moment, the old monk did not use his strength, but only grabbed it with the strength of his physical body.

"Good dragon clawman!"

Ye Xiuwen sighed lightly, and grabbed his backhand, grabbing the old monk's mouth.

And if the old monk's tiger mouth is caught by him, he only needs to press it, and then take it, and the old monk will naturally be taken down by him to the plum blossom pile.

But I don't want to, this old monk is not so easy to follow, his moves are not old, and as soon as his body is short, he swept towards the stake at Ye Xiuwen's feet!

Ye Xiuwen flew up to dodge, the old monk's foot arrived, and the stake was directly kicked and broken!

"Master, good foot strength!"

"Donor, it's also a good kung fu! But donor, you have to be careful, because this is called, Shaolin chain leg ......"

The old monk gave a warning, but at this moment, the Shaolin chain leg had already been used and chased towards Ye Xiuwen's foothold.

The old monk did not attack Ye Xiuwen, but chose the plum blossom pile to attack, in order to force Ye Xiuwen off the plum blossom pile and make him defeated.

"Bang! bang......"

Ye Xiuwen touched the plum blossom pile with his toes, and then jumped up, while the old monk was pressing step by step, seeing that the plum blossom pile was getting fewer and fewer, and there were less than five left!

The five plum blossom piles are getting farther and farther apart, but the old monk's chain legs are still swaying freely, and with a clamp between the legs, a pile with the thickness of a bowl mouth will be broken, and then with the help of the power of rotation in the air, it will fall on the pile again!

The two stood opposite each other, under the feet of the old monk, two wooden stakes, the difference was about two steps, and the old monk put his feet on it, and there was no difficulty at all!

Ye Xiuwen didn't know this, but he also wanted to try, but as a result, his big crotch was stretched, and he grinned in pain.

But I don't want to, the disaster is not a single line, and at this moment, the old monk moved, and volleyed a scissor leg.

These two legs went straight to the wooden stake under Ye Xiuwen's feet, and if the wooden stake was kicked and broken, then Ye Xiuwen would have nowhere to borrow his strength, only defeat!

"Old monk, you forced me, look at my tricks......"

When Ye Xiuwen said this, he made a strange movement with both hands, and pointed directly at the flying old monk!

The old monk was shocked when he saw this: "What?

"Hula......"

The old monk temporarily changed his moves, and the person turned over and retreated, but he didn't want to be at this moment, his left calf was hit by Ye Xiuwen's finger, and his vitality was suddenly sealed, and he fell into the air!

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, the donor is deeply hidden, and the poor monk is willing to bow down to the wind......"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, forcibly pretending to be successful, and getting +100 ,......"

"Tsk!"

Ye Xiuwen smacked his lips, because this pretending to be a failure was a failure!

Copying four martial arts, he consumed 40 coercion, learning martial arts is 160 coercion, and cultivating martial arts to the Great Perfection realm, he consumed another 400 coercion, and at this moment, he forcibly pretended to be a coercion, and the result was only more than 200 points, how is this enough?

But seeing Ye Xiuwen's very lost appearance, the old monk thought that Ye Xiuwen was very disappointed in his martial arts!

So, the old monk stepped forward and said in a dwarfed voice: "Please don't be depressed, the poor monks stationed here may not be the real masters......!

"Master, do you know the truth that pretending to be like the wind should always accompany me?"

"Amitabha, the donor's Zen is profound, and the poor monk can't understand it for a while,......"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host, the invisible pretending to be successful will give you +100 ,......"

"Wucao, this old monk is still very easy to deceive, but I pretended not to be in place? Moreover, there is an old monk, what does this mean? I have to call more people!"

Thinking of this, Ye Xiuwen stepped on his feet, and then fell outside the window of the eighteen-story Babel Tower, and shouted loudly: "The Hanging Bomb Heaven is challenging the Eighteenth Festival Babel Tower!

Ye Xiuwen's voice was very loud, and it had to be transmitted for at least ten miles. But he didn't want to, and there was not even one who answered him.

"Amitabha, donor, it's late at night, and the monks are asleep......"

"Misty grass, go to bed so early, it's only past eight o'clock?"

Ye Xiuwen turned around, and his eyes rolled: "The hanging fried sky is challenging the eighteenth section of the Babel Tower! Everyone come and see the hanging fried heavenly pretend? Look at the hanging fried heavenly pretend, there are roast ducks, roast geese, and roast dog legs, and elbows,......

"Hula......"

"Elbows, elbows?......"

The three thousand monks of Shaolin Temple, at least at this moment, must have eight thousand, all of them have arrived!