"I'm afraid that the senior monk of Shaolin Temple is going to be defeated!"

Ma Xingkong stared intently at the handfight not far away, and suddenly his face changed, and he screamed.

As he said, Yang Yun has slowly gained the upper hand after fighting hundreds of moves with the first seat of the Luohan Hall.

His Vajra Incorruptible Skill has been cultivated to the third level, which can weaken and counterattack the opponent's True Qi bombardment, so that the middle-aged monk who has initially reached the acquired realm does not have any advantage.

And his big monument wrestler has the support of the exercises, and his strength is getting bigger and bigger, and if he only relies on his strength, he is still on the first seat of the Luohan Hall.

In addition, Yang Yun's spiritual power is far beyond ordinary people, his thinking is quick, he never forgets, and in the process of fighting with middle-aged monks, he constantly absorbs the essence of the opponent's palm.

Originally, he was only a big stele wrestler in the realm of Xiaocheng, and he was constantly moving towards the realm of Dacheng.

After dozens of moves, as Yang Yun absorbed the essence of the opponent's palm, he began to slowly gain the upper hand.

"It's not good, the first seat is dangerous! To deal with this kind of thief who steals martial arts, you don't need to pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes with him, everyone goes up together!" A Shaolin warrior monk next to him saw that the situation was not good, and immediately shouted, and more than a dozen warrior monks formed a formation with long sticks, and attacked Yang Yun in unison.

These dozen or so warrior monks are all good hands in Shaolin Temple, and the weakest one is also a good hand in Peiyuan Realm in the main world, and his strength is not below Ma Xingkong and Liu Gang.

They formed a formation and joined forces, and they could even defeat ordinary Kung Li Realm martial artists.

"Hahahaha! What can you do together? Take me again!"

Yang Yun was constantly fighting, but his spirit became more and more vigorous, and he saw many monks rushing towards him together, without the slightest fear on his face.

He let out a long roar, and the sound passed through the clouds and resounded in all directions. His figure suddenly jumped upward, and then pressed down with his right hand. The seemingly fluttering palm slammed towards the first seat of the Luohan Hall.

At this time, Yang Yun felt that the boiling qi and blood in his body seemed to have reached a certain critical point. With the flow of spiritual power, he suddenly blessed his soul, and his mind seemed to enter a wonderful realm.

The dantian accumulated a strong internal force, and automatically began to operate in accordance with the mental method of the dragon descending true dragon, and the internal force, which was originally somewhat loose, quickly ran in the body for a long time.

With the operation of Zhou Tian, an extremely condensed aura appeared in Yang Yun's meridians.

When this wisp of breath was condensed, Yang Yun's momentum changed again, and the originally fierce big monument wrestler suddenly had a surging power.

Bang!

The palms of the hands collided with each other, inspiring a deafening roar, and in the midst of this sound, the body of the head of the Arhat Hall fell down violently, and the cloth shoes on his feet and the clothes on his upper body could not withstand the strong force. The stabbing thud shattered into a cloud of cloth.

The first seat of the Luohan Hall first felt a powerful Vajra Divine Power crushing him, and he tried his best to resist it, but he didn't expect that after the Vajra Divine Power, there was a surging majestic energy.

Burst!

The middle-aged monk had reached the limit, and he could no longer resist the second force, and he was suddenly blasted through his defenses, and was hit in the chest with a palm, his bones clicked, and the whole person was forcibly shaken down by three inches.

He was like a nail, forcibly driven to the ground. His face was red, his eyes were red, his qi and blood were wandering in his body, and he lost all the strength to resist.

"First seat!"

More than a dozen warrior monks were about to come forward to besiege, but when they saw such a scene, their hearts were shocked, and at the same time, a wave of blood of the same hatred and hatred poured out, and they rushed over one by one with a roar.

Yang Yun laughed, waved his hands from side to side, and knocked these Shaolin monks to the ground lightly.

From the start of the two sides to Yang Yun's victory, it was not time for tea. Not far away, Ma Xingkong and King Kong Liu Gang of the Pegasus Dart Bureau seemed to have passed half a year.

Looking at the Shaolin monks lying on the ground, as well as the first seat of the Luohan Hall that was hit by a palm and lost all its power, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of both sides, if Yang Yunxin was ruthless and killed all these Shaolin monks, then the entire rivers and lakes would be turned upside down!

"Thief! If you have the ability, you will kill us all!"

The first seat of the Luohan Hall barely controlled the qi and blood in his body, and his eyes were still wide with anger, looking at Yang Yun opposite, gritting his teeth.

The thirty or so green forest strongmen not far away were all trembling at this time, and secretly looked here.

If Yang Yun really killed the disciples of Shaolin Temple, it would be very likely that he would continue to kill these bystanders, kill people, and make Shaolin Temple unable to find clues in a short time.

When Yang Yun heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

If other people who have an enmity with him say this kind of thing, he will definitely not say a word, and directly step forward to kill this person who has opened his mouth. Now that he has become an enemy, he can't defeat the other party, so are he still going to keep the other party home for the New Year?

"However, these dozen monks can be beaten and injured, but they are not easy to kill!"

Not to mention the others, the reason why he can have his current strength has a lot to do with the teaching of the master of the Tan Sect in the previous world, after coming to this world, he went to Shaolin Temple to steal a few high-grade and grandmaster-level martial arts.

Picking up the bowl to eat, putting down the chopsticks and scolding his mother, Yang Yun has not been so cheeky to do it for the time being.

In addition to this reason, Yang Yun also has a layer of worry. Although the Shaolin Temple in this world is in decline, it is still the leader of the righteous path. There are so many people that it's too easy to discredit a person.

If it is rumored everywhere in the rivers and lakes that he first stole the martial arts of other people's sects and then killed people with hot hands, then his reputation in the rivers and lakes will be stinky.

has a bad reputation, how can you complete the second obsession of the original body to become a hero?

"The master laughed! I admire Shaolin martial arts very much, and the last time I entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I just wanted to admire the magic skills left by my predecessors, and use them to confirm my martial arts!"

Yang Yun tiptoed a little, flew back to the horse upside down, and laughed.

"Master, let's go back! If you still want to investigate, you might as well ask the senior monk in the temple to come in person! I want to learn this monk's Yijin Sutra again!"

The last time he fought with that high monk, he asked Yang Yun to deduce a small part of the Yi Jin Sutra according to the Yi Jin Twelve Styles, and if he could fight with the other party again, maybe he could get more benefits.

After saying this, Yang Yun's gaze fell on the businessman surnamed Zhang, who was cowering not far away.

"Brother Zhang, the matter has been settled, why don't you leave quickly?"

When the merchant surnamed Zhang heard this, his face suddenly showed ecstasy, and he hurriedly called the hired guards and coachmen, and drove the carriage to begin to bypass the dozen Shaolin monks who had just gotten up. Hurry towards the road ahead.

"Shouza, are you alright?"

Due to the mercy of Yang Yun's subordinates, more than a dozen Shaolin warrior monks were not seriously injured, and after barely getting up from the ground, they hurriedly came to the middle-aged monk regardless of the caravan passing by them.

The two warrior monks each held the middle-aged monk and pulled him up from the ground like a turnip. The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and couldn't move, and could only look at Yang Yun who was riding slowly on a horse with resentful eyes.

"Well, by the way, there is still a guy who hasn't solved it, try the dragon descending true qi that you just practiced!"

Yang Yun's eyes saw more than thirty bandits standing on the side of the road carefully, especially the bald Liu Gang, who was the leader, his brows moved slightly, his fingers flicked, and his condensed energy wrapped in a small stone and roared out like a strong bow and a crossbow.

Bang! A bloody hole appeared in Liu Gang's chest. Blood splattered. With a blank look in his eyes, he looked down at his wound and then fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ah...... Could it be that this thief has actually practiced the dragon subduing and subduing elephant skill that was stolen from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion?"

The first seat of the Luohan Hall, which was surrounded by many warrior monks, saw this scene, and a cool breath suddenly appeared in his heart.

How long has it been since the other party stole martial arts from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? It's only been a few months, and he has actually initially cultivated this kind of advanced internal skill?