Chapter 1225

Summer smiled: "You can't beat me." ”

"Arrogance."

The monk scolded, shook the broom in his hand, and a pile of fallen leaves under his feet instantly swept towards the summer.

At this moment, every fallen leaf seemed to have become a hidden weapon that could kill people, and it was all filled with a force.

Summer's eyes narrowed, and she quickly retreated, and then her right hand seemed to gently pat on the flying leaves, flowing through the clouds.

The leaves were quickly bounced or slapped away by Summer, and after they flew out, some of them had even pierced into the mud wall.

At this time, the other party had already waved the broom in his hand and rushed towards Summer's side.

This broom was originally used to sweep the floor, but it was the feeling of being danced out of a long stick by a monk, in fact, these methods used by this person are the Shaolin stick method.

This stick is powerful, extremely powerful, and can be attacked and defended, and has an excellent effect against ordinary masters.

However, it was summer that he encountered.

Summer saw the move, dodged the opponent's attack with a very fast body, and then grabbed a bamboo branch on the top of the broom and broke it gently, and the bamboo branch fell into Summer's hand.

With a snort, Summer fanned the monk's arm with this bamboo branch, and the monk instinctively screamed, and the broom in his hand came out.

And Summer grabbed the broom again and shook it violently......

The broom was thrown on the monk's chest, and the huge force directly threw the monk out, and the monk fell to the ground, with a hot pain in his chest.

"You...... Who is it? ”

The monk's pained face was filled with surprise, it had been a long time since Jinlei Temple had come to such a powerful master as Summer.

Summer didn't answer, but threw away the broom in his hand, the monk frowned, and a carp stood up from the ground, wanting to attack Summer again.

Jun Lei stopped...... Don't be rude and let this summer benefactor in. ”

At this moment, an ethereal voice suddenly came from the temple behind, and this voice was Ciyun's voice.

"Summer!"

The monk's face was full of shock: "You just won the summer of hosting on the Taihu Lake?" ”

Summer raised her eyebrows slightly, didn't answer a word, and stepped into the temple.

And at this time, there was a sound of a bell striking under the Jinlei Pagoda, which is what Jinlei Temple needs to do every day.

When I came to the foot of the Golden Thunder Pagoda in the summer, I saw a burly young monk striking the huge bronze bell with his head.

His head was like a sledgehammer, and the sound of striking the bell was no worse than that of a ramper.

"Iron head work?"

Summer looked over there and muttered to herself.

It is said that many of the martial arts in Huaxia have long been turned into grandiose tricks, but in fact, the real martial arts has never disappeared, but now with the development of various modernizations, few people pay attention to this Jianghu martial arts anymore.

Next to the big bell over there, Tzu Yun was sitting there upright.

It had not been a few days since the battle of Taihu Lake, and that day Ciyun was not lightly injured under Xia's hands, but at this time Ciyun seemed to be fine.

Many healing plasters and various bone grafting methods rumored in the rivers and lakes have not been lost.