"Where are the Shaolin disciples? Don't hurry up and subdue the demons." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Shaolin abbot presided over the Buddha Yuan and shouted, so hastily issued the order to attack, a discerning person knew at a glance that Si Zhenpeng, a disciple of the Kunlun sect, must have been in the words just now, and there was information that stimulated the Shaolin host, I saw that after he finished speaking, the eighteen Shaolin disciples behind him took a step ahead at the same time, showing a line of lines.

They are unified with fat sweatpants, the upper body is a windbreaker, the head is shiny, like a big light bulb, a typical monk's head, all of them are more than one meter seven, I saw them grab the collar with one hand, forcefully put the black windbreaker, retreated, and threw it into the air, revealing a strong chest, dark skin, muscles bulging, at a glance it is a perennial martial arts practitioner, they pulled out a half-meter iron rod from their waists, and they threw it forward hard.

Brush.

Eighteen two-meter-long iron rods, presented, at a glance is a telescopic weapon, only to see eighteen Shaolin disciples, stomping on the ground, volleying in the air, the action is unusually crisp and neat, vigorous and vigorous, like a storm, erected in front of the Buddha's body, bursting out of a powerful breath, they are Shaolin temple monks, since childhood to receive the training of Shao ** learning, eighteen Shaolin disciples, after more than ten years of running-in, has long been heart-to-heart, with the enemy, enough to burst out of terrible combat effectiveness.

Everyone's eyes all changed color, even Si Zhenpeng also showed a solemn look in his eyes, the eighteen Arhats, the top combat monks of the Shaolin Temple, are also the trump cards among the trump cards, even if the head of Kunlun comes, he is not sure that he can easily take them down, not to mention him, the worldly powerhouse, the momentum of the eighteen Arhats alone, is to suppress them steadily, let alone face to face combat, it can be said that without fighting, they will be defeated by the temperament of the Eighteen Arhats.

Wang Feng's heart skipped a beat, he hadn't noticed the strength and martial arts realm of these monks before, he thought that he had a great opportunity, and his combat effectiveness was not much inferior to those martial arts powerhouses, who would have thought that these monks, all of them were the peak masters of the acquired limit, and the physical limit was strong, in other words, just a random young ** monk, who could compete with the first soldier king on the list of military warrior kings.

Shaolin Temple, worthy of being a thousand-year-old temple, the world's famous Buddhist ancient temple, the strength is really strong, people are afraid, I am afraid that many domestic martial arts sects, the power is strong and terrifying, but it has not been raised to the surface, so that the people are familiar with it, sure enough, the country hides secrets, not as simple as it seems on the surface, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with the surging of the dark tide.

Eighteen disciples, holding iron rods in their hands, pointed directly at Si Zhenpeng, a young man from Kunlun, stomped on the ground with one foot, revealing a deep footprint on the ground, and the upper body suddenly burst out with golden light, and slowly the upper bodies of the eighteen disciples all turned bronze, as if they had been infused with copper water and became bronze people.

Eighteen Arhats, is the secret of Shaolin Temple for many years, this is a martial arts of refining the body, it needs to be cultivated from a young age, eighteen Tongren, all from childhood, began to live together, study, practice, with more than ten years to run in with each other, in order to reach the point of spiritual communication, eighteen people, as one, then it is not as simple as one plus one equals two, not to mention that they are all top powerhouses at the limit of the physical body.

"Stick method to subdue demons, heaven and earth net".

Eighteen Arhats formed a phalanx, and shouted at the same time, only to see four Shaolin monks, jumping in the air, the figure left an afterimage of the Tao in mid-air, the body flipped in the air, four iron rods, because the speed is too fast, the power is huge, the air flow in the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound, unusually harsh.

Kunlun boy Si Zhenpeng smiled slightly, not panicked, but the pupils in his eyes dilated suddenly, to be able to fight with the top warrior monks in Shaolin, this is also a kind of honor, thinking of this, a crazy sense of battle emerged on his face, he did not dare to have any carelessness and negligence, he is also a master of the acquired level, but he is definitely not an ordinary physical extreme powerhouse, the existence of innate true qi has been born in the body, in other words, Si Zhenpeng is a half-step innate top acquired powerhouse, standing at the extreme of the acquired path.

It can be said that he is an acquired powerhouse of the Great Perfection, and it can also be said that he is a pseudo-congenital, Shaolin Eighteen Arhats, although all of them are acquired to the limit, but if they want to easily take down Si Zhenpeng, it is absolutely impossible.

The four Shaolin monks held four iron rods, and almost in the blink of an eye, that is, in less than a second, they appeared in front of Si Zhenpeng, and the iron rods in their hands smashed down fiercely, such a domineering force, not to mention people, even if it was a car, it would be scrapped by a stick, so Si Zhenpeng did not dare to be careless, and he had enough strength to recite the mantra silently.

"Adhering to the will of the immortals, inheriting the civilization of the Great Dao, I represent the heavens, pity all sentient beings, pray for all spirits, and ...... the six eternal realms."

Si Zhenpeng chanted the spell, from behind him, an ancient shield slowly emerged, covered with cracks, traces of swords, and the hole of the bow and arrow, at first glance, it was a shield that had survived a terrible war, and it was carved with dense runes, everyone couldn't understand it, they didn't know what Si Zhenpeng's intention was to sacrifice such a tattered shield, they didn't believe that with such a tattered shield, they could resist the attack of the four young monks with the limit of the day after tomorrow.

"This kid is really stupid, it might as well be safer to use a piece of wood for defense?".

Luisis shook his head and sneered, in his opinion, the shield that Si Zhenpeng took out was not as practical as the spare wooden cards of the Holy See? Mo Wendi and the strong man of the island country also snorted and laughed, thinking that Si Zhenpeng's head was burned out, but only Wang Feng and the Shaolin abbot looked inexplicably discolored, Wang Feng felt that the jade pendant mixed with the blood sword he took out from the Wang family actually emitted an uneasy emotion on his chest.

And the Shaolin abbot Buddha Yuan is panting heavily, trembling all over, like an old man who has committed a sheep epilepsy, as if he has seen something incredible, no wonder the Kunlun sect let a disciple who returned from Xianshan practice outside, no wonder so, with this shield, not to mention the acquired strong, even if it is a congenital master, it may not be able to hurt him.

Sure enough, a scene that everyone couldn't believe appeared, the shield that was about to be shattered, slammed into it, and four iron rods mixed with terrible power smashed into it, bursting out with strong sparks, but the four Shaolin monks were shocked away in an instant.

The ancient shield erupted with a terrifying wave of air, like a wave of water, quickly attacking the four monks, hitting their bodies, making a sound of steel colliding, the four bronze men, their breath was unstable, blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and they were injured, this scene affirmed the inner thoughts of the Buddha, and now he is sure that the person in front of him is definitely a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, and he is a talented young man who came out of the fairy mountain, but then the fourteen young ** monks planned to shoot at the same time and continue to attack Si Zhenpeng, but they were stopped by the Buddha.

The zombie mixed with innate true qi, taking advantage of the two top forces, fighting, actually wanted to escape, he knew very well that their target was himself, because his blood was special, if anyone got it, he could instantly create countless acquired extreme masters, so that the number of masters of their sect would also increase in an instant, becoming a well-deserved number one faction.

The old man in Tsing Yi sneaked close to the door of the secret room, at this time it was empty, even if it was a worldly powerhouse, he found him, he didn't care, what he was afraid of was just these powerhouses beyond the world, thinking of this, he was inexplicably sad and painful in his heart, he was born, he thought that his strength could sweep everything, and he acted arbitrarily, who would have thought that it was the current situation, like a rat crossing the street, cautiously, he thought he was doing secrets, but he never thought that it had been discovered.

"Did I let you go? If you dare to go, I will kill you immediately."

Si Zhenpeng's eyes were vicious, and he suddenly noticed his small movements, the ancient shield above his head, emitting a beam of light, hit the door of the secret room, and it was directly blocked, now he has a feeling that the overall situation is in hand, and a light look appeared on his face, but his heart is not easy, this ancient shield can't help the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple, he knows this very well, so he is not arrogant, but a little restrained.

"Zhan Tian Shield, this ancient artifact, although it has been broken, but it is also an innate magic weapon, I didn't expect that the Kunlun Sect would be willing to let you kid carry it out, and now Lao Wei really believes that you are a young man who has returned from the fairy mountain."

Shaolin abbot Buddha Yuan said.

The jade pendant mixed with the blood sword in Wang Feng's arms suddenly became hot, as if he was about to burn his whole person to the ground, a picture of the sky dyed red by blood and bones, a big hand that covered the sky and the sun, a black-clothed man holding an ancient shield who was not afraid of death, as if everything had become a freeze, his eyes were dull and silent in his mind, the triangular spar that was snatched from Qiu Yaqin was at this moment, like ice meeting fire, slowly melting, forming an obscure pattern, existing in Wang Feng's left chest, heart, Of course, he didn't know all this.

But he clearly knew that it was because of the three words of the Buddha's fate, Zhan Tiandun.

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