This struggle lasted for a full hour, and with another warrior monk having his arm broken by Zhiwen, the Arhat Formation was no longer able to make up the number of one hundred and eight.

The periphery was full of warrior monks lying on the ground moaning, and no one made up for the vacancy.

"Stand down. Hui Rong commanded.

The warrior monks of the Arhat Hall withdrew one after another.

Under such circumstances, Huirong, who was the "first" in Shaolin martial arts, had to come out.

Since the battle of Yanmen Pass, all the top masters of Shaolin have fallen, and only Huirong is left as a first-class peak master.

Although Huirong is strong, the martial arts he practices are all soft skills.

And its best kung fu has two hands, namely the Prajna palm and the white python whip method.

I saw it stand up, and the toes of his feet tapped on the shoulders of the warrior monks, coming to the top of the Zhiwen. From top to bottom, it's a slap in the face.

Zhiwen stepped forward with his left foot into a lunge, twisted his waist to exert force, and hit forward with a fist with his right hand.

"Smack"

The fists and palms met, and the huge impact knocked Hui Rong away, hitting the white stone railing, causing his breath to be slightly disturbed.

And Hui Rong's power penetrated into the lungs through the epidermis of Zhiwen.

If it is an ordinary iron cloth shirt, a golden bell jar and other hard skills, just cultivating the epidermis, of course, it can't be prevented.

But the endurance meridian diagram passed on by Zhou Fan is both internal and external, and there is no door on the whole body.

Zhiwen was not damaged at all, and continued to walk towards the palace, vowing to force Shaolin to open a warehouse and release grain.

Abbot Huirong calmed down a little, and pulled the robe on his body one by one. The robe was like a long whip, slashing at Zhiwen with the sound of the wind.

It's a pity that although the "long whip" hit Zhiwen with the huge power of a python, it had no effect.

In desperation, he had to use the white python whip method to wrap the word, and the "long whip" wrapped around Zhiwen's waist and condensed into a dead knot. Huirong pulled hard, and Zhiwen's pace of progress was slightly sluggish.

Just as Zhiwen wanted to use brute force to tear off the "long whip". The surrounding monks who had learned the white python whip method tore off their robes and monk's robes one by one, and ran the words to trap Zhiwen.

The monks ran back and forth, twisting the "long whip" in their hands into a strand.

I saw that Zhiwen's body was covered with cloth, like a mummy.

The internal forces of the two sides surged wildly, began to wrestle, and there was a stalemate for a while.

The surrounding warrior monks picked up sticks one after another and kept hitting Zhiwen.

Zhiwen, who couldn't move, gritted his teeth and fought for his fate, staring at the Buddha statue in the hall with sharp eyes.

The Buddha statue is hand-made in the shape of a flower, with a compassionate face, but the corners of the mouth seem to be slightly raised, as if mocking Zhiwen for not measuring his own strength.

The anger rose in his heart, and he practiced hard day and night for more than ten years to enter the Arhat Hall.

Flattery, sloppy and slapping horses for King Dekang's reuse.

Hard work and dedication are the way to secure your position.

I have been fighting for words all my life.

Today, it is the first time that we have to fight for the people's chances of survival.

The former is for himself, and the latter for others.

The spiritual power in Zhiwen's body began to boil and change qualitatively, constantly pouring into the meridians and merging with the internal force, wisps of true qi still appeared, and they grew extremely rapidly under the high pressure of the meridians.

This change took less than half a moment, and Zhiwen felt as if he had endless strength, and as soon as he struggled with his strength, the cloth on his body shattered.

The incident happened suddenly, and the monks didn't have time to retract their strength, so they all fell backwards and fell hard to the ground.

I saw that Zhiwen did not have a trace of muscle bulge in his body, as if the body of an ordinary boy, under the sunlight, the bronzed skin reflected a golden luster.

The whole person has no eyebrows and beards, and the ring scar on the top of the head falls off, but because the scalp is too tight, there is no hair to drill out.

At this time, the monks had no master who could stop them, so they could only fold their hands and recite the Buddhist scriptures silently, closing their eyes and not being able to bear to see them destroy the Buddha statue.

Abbot Huirong was entangled in his heart, thinking about whether to open a warehouse and release grain to protect the Buddha statue.

But in a blink of an eye, this idea was dispelled, and the Buddha statue could be recast if it was gone. If the food is gone, Shaolin may be finished.

Zhiwen came to the Buddha statue and saw that Abbot Huirong still did not let go, and was about to knock down the Buddha statue and smash it.

"No!"

Suddenly, a familiar figure rushed from outside the hall, with his toes at the threshold, and the whole person flew over and pointed out.

Zhiwen suddenly turned around and punched out an Arhat punch, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Ding"

A sound of gold and iron reached the ears of the monks, making people dizzy.

Zhiwen looked at the comer, and recognized him as a shallow monk who had grown up with him since childhood.

After one move, the two took two steps back, both of them did not say a word, and fought again.

Mighty King Kong refers to gold and jade, indestructible.

The endurance meridian diagram is integrated throughout the body, and the defense is unparalleled.

Every time the two collided, blinding sparks erupted.

Fate seems to have returned to square one, and after many years, the two fought again.

It's just that this time, Zhiwen, who was promoted to the innate nature, did not fall behind at all.

After dozens of moves, the two separated, Zhiwen had some sparse white spots on his body, and the fingers that were slightly curled behind Qingqian's back were also trembling.

"Qingqian, you can't stop me today.

Either Shaolin opens a warehouse to release grain, or don't chant Buddha in the future. With that, he grabbed the Buddha statue with one hand, and the dragon was agitated, and the Buddha statue was suddenly lifted.

Just as the Buddha statue was about to collapse, an invisible suction force came from outside the hall.

Zhiwen didn't notice it for a while, and was sucked into the middle of the hall, and then a coercion fell on him. The whole person was pressed to the ground, and the operation of the true qi was stagnant, and he couldn't move.

"Amitabha, good, good.

The Zhi Shi is worthy of being born in Shaolin, with a benevolent heart, a Buddha nature, and my Buddha. ”

His eyebrows and beard were white, his forehead was full of fine wrinkles, and the gray-robed old monk with a rickety figure slowly walked into the main hall with a broom.

All the monks did not expect that there was such a powerful monk in the Shaolin Temple, and they all bowed together and said the Buddha's name.

The sweeping monk walked to the abbot of Huirong and said, "Amitabha, the old man has seen the abbot."

What the donor said is reasonable, and I Shaolin people are supported by believers, so that they can chant and chant Buddha with peace of mind.

Now that the people are in trouble, it is the time for Shaolin to return.

The people who have been rescued by my Buddha will be sincere to the Buddha one day.

After all, the icing on the cake is not as good as charcoal in the snow.

The old man begged the abbot to open a warehouse and release grain. ”

At this time, a sound of neat footsteps accompanied by the sound of soldiers colliding reached everyone's ears.

I saw a well-equipped army rushing into the Shaolin Temple and lining up in the courtyard.

Hui Rong estimated that the soldiers must have been led by Zhiwen, and heard the hidden senior masters of Shaolin say this.

sighed, and then ordered the monks to distribute food for disaster relief.

When the group saw the head of the sect lying in the hall, they thought it was in danger, and they drew their swords and were about to rush in to rescue him.

I saw the sweeping monk turn his head and stare at him with cloudy eyes. The thousand soldiers all fell asleep and snored.

The sweeping monk's body shook slightly, although the soul transfer spirit that came from Zhou Fan's exchange was powerful, it was still quite exhausting to hypnotize a thousand sergeants at one time.

Then he slowly walked to Zhiwen, who was lying on the ground, and put his hands together and said: "Zhishi's martial arts are extremely mysterious, and it leads directly to the avenue, I don't know what the name of this merit is." ”

Zhiwen, who was weak, said weakly: "King Kong is not bad. ”