"Big Monument Wrestler!"

As soon as Yang Yun made a move, several warrior monks who rushed out from the direction of the building were suddenly shocked, and Yang Yun's palm was a move in the hand of the big smashing stele. Known for its fierceness and strength.

He had just read the cheats of the Great Monument Wrestler, and he had learned and sold the moves in it.

Rumble!

As soon as Yang Yun's palm came into contact with the rushing monk, he immediately let out a dull roar like thunder, and the rushing monk was directly blasted away by an incomparably powerful force. Knock a hole in the wall of the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

"Shaolin King Kong Palm! The internal strength is good!" Yang Yun felt the burst of power coming from the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but admire.

The warrior monk who attacked from here from the air window cultivated the Vajra Palm. His Vajra palm is very proficient, and he has no less hard work at a glance, but unfortunately this palm technique is also a hard-hitting masculine force. Unable to change tactics in time.

Under the hard collision with Yang Yun's three-layer King Kong incorruptible skill, it collapsed at the first touch.

"Golden bell jar, iron cloth shirt, how is this possible!"

The warrior monk who was blown away rolled twice on the ground, feeling that his internal organs were shaken, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely shocked look.

When he was palming each other just now, he clearly felt that the other party's body seemed to be made of stainless steel, and the internal force he bombarded was shocked back, and he was caught off guard, and he suddenly suffered a lot of internal injuries.

This familiar feeling is clearly the golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt of the Shaolin Temple! Could it be that there is a certain senior brother in the temple who came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to steal martial arts?

"The thief is rampant!"

Several warrior monks who rushed out from the direction of the stairs looked at the unconscious night watch monks lying on the ground, as well as the senior brothers who were blown away by a palm, and their faces showed anger.

The opponent's strength to defeat his own junior brothers with one move is not low, and these warrior monks invariably formed a small yasha formation and came towards Yang Yun to besiege him.

"Serial legs, arhat fists, and Vedic palms...... It's a pity that all those who cultivate are beginner martial arts, and they waste the golden time of cultivation in vain!"

Yang Yun watched everyone rush over and shook his head slightly.

The golden age of martial arts cultivation is the stage from youth to youth. At this time, the cultivator is full of vitality, and as long as he studies and practices martial arts diligently, he will become more and more sophisticated.

After this stage, when a cultivator reaches adulthood, his foundation has been set, and his cultivation speed will decrease a lot.

The same two cultivators, one cultivating the top-level martial arts and the other cultivating the entry-level martial arts, cultivating for a few years at the same time, the cultivators who cultivate the top-level martial arts will inevitably surpass the other by more than ten times their strength.

If there are no top-level exercises, it is just that there are so many stunts in the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion, but the disciples in the temple are allowed to practice basic and introductory martial arts. This is a bit of a suspicion of wasting the disciple's talent.

However, this is also the routine of the Great Gate Sect, after all, the top martial arts are also rare cultivation resources, if the top martial arts spread seriously, then how can the high-level of these Great Gate Sects grasp the power and power?

For officials, power is life, and for people in the rivers and lakes, strong strength is everything.

After the high-level martial arts of these sects have mastered the top martial arts, the martial arts are divided into basic martial arts and introductory martial arts, and the disciples who come to apprentice can spend seven or eight years on them. In the name of polishing the foundation.

When these disciples reach a certain age, they will teach a higher level of martial arts...... Under such a routine, even a disciple with extreme talent would have to be in the middle of twenty or thirty years if he wanted to get in touch with top-level martial arts.

By this time, the disciples with ordinary qualifications had already brushed all of them in the early stage, and those who could get in touch with the top martial arts had extremely strong cultivation talents.

Then master the upper echelons of the sect and absorb each other as a part of yourself. continues to maintain his identity and control over the sect.

"The big gate faction, the probability of appearing a top powerhouse is not low, but it is very difficult to appear a peerless master! Maybe this is also the truth that the masters of Shaolin, Wudang and other big sects are generally older!"

After seeing the martial arts displayed by several warrior monks, these thoughts instantly flashed through Yang Yun's heart. However, this is only his own conjecture, and it is not necessarily accurate.

In the face of the joint attack of several warrior monks, Yang Yun did not have the slightest worry, stepped forward, and his right leg blasted out in a row, and with a few bangs, the powerful and unmatched strength directly broke through the opponent's moves.

The internal strength of several people's qi bombarded Yang Yun's body and had no effect.

In an instant, he was devastated and broke through the defense, and watched as he was hit in the chest, scattering like a gourd rolling on the ground.

The strength of several warrior monks is probably comparable to that of the Peiyuan Realm martial artists in the main world, and against Yang Yun, a Tongli Realm martial artist, whether it is strength or speed, they are all in a state of being crushed.

Even the condensed internal force bombardment was also shocked back by the King Kong Incorruptible Gong. From these warrior monks suddenly rushing out, to Yang Yun lightly solving a few people, it was just a blink of an eye.

"I've been in the Scripture Pavilion for almost half an hour, it's time to leave!"

The movement of fighting with a few warrior monks in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was a bit loud, and the sound was clearly audible in the silent night, and Yang Yun had already felt a lot of chaotic footsteps in the distance.

If you don't leave, you will most likely be besieged by the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple. When the Shaolin master makes a move, it will not be so easy to leave.

Thinking of this, Yang Yun immediately performed the Lifting Technique, flew up from the hole that the warrior monk had hit out just now, and stood at the top of the Scripture Pavilion and looked in all directions.

Many warrior monks hurriedly came with long sticks and saw Yang Yun's figure through the moonlight. Suddenly let out a loud shout.

"Such a quick reaction speed, but unfortunately, you are still one step late!"

Yang Yun laughed, turned around and leaped in the direction of the outside of the temple.

"Amitabha! Please stay with the donor!"

When Yang Yun was about to cross the high wall of Shaolin Temple, an old monk in a robe suddenly appeared, his eyebrows moved slightly, his hands were one, and dozens of palm prints suddenly roared out, covering all directions around Yang Yun.

This move is a stunt of Shaolin Temple, a thousand hands like a palm!

Each of the palm prints blasted out by the old monk contained extremely strong true qi, making people feel as if they were caught in a net and could not dodge.

"Good hand!"

Yang Yun let out a long roar, and knew in his heart that it was time to work hard, the old monk on the other side was really majestic, he had already stepped into the acquired realm, and his strength was far above him.

He tiptoed a little, his body instantly accelerated, secretly running the King Kong not bad skill, ignoring the palm prints that were about to bombard his body, and flew over the high wall of the Shaolin Temple in one breath.

Rumble!

Several palm prints in a row slammed into Yang Yun's back, and several dark red palm prints instantly appeared on his back, Yang Yun's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

However, he immediately took advantage of the speed of these palm prints to urge the longitudinal technique to swoop forward again, and directly disappeared into the dim night.