The summer is hot, the blue sky is like washing, and the sun is flowing like the notes of water, wetting different charming sorrows.

Blue sky and white sun, the mountain behind Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, Yang Qifeng's eyes were bloodshot, and the pale golden bell that shrouded his body slowly appeared on it.

The bloodshot is like a meridian, all over the golden bell entwined, gold, blood two colors, intertwined, forming an indescribable and bewishing golden bell.

Yang Qifeng's face showed an indescribable cheerfulness, this feeling,

He felt that he was sublimating, and the whole person seemed to be ascending to an immortal.

His eyes were cold, and he directly slapped the Admiralty who was supporting him.

The palm of the hand struck the real thing, and slammed it on the Admiralty.

When, when, when!!!!!!!!!!

The bell rang, but it was sharp and piercing, and it was no longer melodious.

A bronze man closest to Yang Qifeng, when he heard the bell at first glance, he was caught off guard, his body staggered, and the stick that was originally split in his hand slanted halfway and directly touched the ground, supporting his body and making him stable.

There was a look of horror on his face, and his mouth exclaimed; "Magic sound!"

The peaceful eyes, but at this moment, they became cold, and the gaze that looked at Yang Qifeng was full of coldness.

"Amitabha, all the junior disciples, do it together," a bronze man, seeing this, shouted from his mouth.

The few bronze figures on the periphery immediately stepped forward, they were not in a fixed posture, they began to move around each other.

Layered on top of each other, densely packed, the figures flickered constantly.

A breath came out, and the breath that was originally divided into eighteen strands, at this moment, directly condensed into one.

At this point, the eighteen bronze people have completely opened.

"If you wait for this, I will definitely lose, tonight," the corners of Yang Qifeng's mouth were raised, and he said with a sneer, he slapped his backhand, and the golden bell spun directly.

The invisible energy surged and began to sweep in all directions.

The bluestone ground, however, is blowing under the vigorous blowing, like tofu, and the marks are constantly emerging.

Dust was everywhere and vision was blurred.

Yang Qifeng took a step forward and slapped it with one palm,

There is a great tacit understanding between the bronze people, Yang Qifeng's attack, there are two bronze people who jointly shoot one after the other, although the shots have succession, but they cooperate seamlessly, even if there is a slight flaw, it is quickly made up by another person.

The other bronze people directly did it together, and at this moment, they no longer kept their hands.

The killing move suddenly appeared, although the Buddha was compassionate, but when he was angry, he also had angry eyes and King Kong, and he would also subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Yang Qifeng's palm, halfway, was directly transformed into a claw.

dragon claw hand,

Take the cloud style!

The dragon's claws are fierce and domineering.

The long stick smashed in front of him was directly shattered by the dragon's claws, and the fragments of the wooden stick were splashed everywhere, Yang Qifeng's other hand pushed forward directly, and the golden bell pushed it directly, and the broken sawdust was directly squeezed by the golden bell and flew, and the speed was better than before, sweeping the bronze people in all directions.

With a flick of his wrist, he strode forward, and the Admiralty hit the hard object directly.

The sound of impact came out, and the pale gold on the Admiralty was slightly dim, but the blood was not only not dark, but brighter, and the Admiralty did not have any tendency to be loose, but more condensed.

Yang Qifeng completely gave up his defense, and against the golden bell, the dragon claw hand was constantly beaten by him.

On the nails, leaving a little bit of blood,

Three long blood marks were left on the chest of a bronze man, and the dragon claw hand had just slashed across his chest.

"The cultivation of external skills is good," Yang Qifeng said in praise.

This blow, if it were an ordinary person, would have already been scratched in the chest, the five internal organs were shattered, and he was killed immediately.

Even if he is successful in cultivation and has internal force to protect his body, but in the end he is still flesh and blood, and he can't stop it.

And the bronze man in front of him only left a few blood marks, which means that the other party's external skills are also extraordinary, although they cannot be compared with Yang Qifeng, but in the world, it is very rare to be able to cultivate external skills to this point.

Not surprisingly, this is a unique method of external cultivation in the Eighteen Bronze Array, and legend has it that this is an exercise created according to the golden bell jar and the iron cloth shirt.

The name is unknown to outsiders, but they know that after they have achieved cultivation, they will have a special bronze body.

The whole body is like bronze, and the defense is unparalleled.

The bronze man didn't say a word, although he was on guard, but in the wound, there was a blood color, which was not the color of blood, but a faint blood-colored light, he kept flickering, extremely demonic.

The bronze man's face turned pale, and he fell to the ground.

"Amitabha, please also ask the donor's subordinates to be merciful and save him," the old monk who was as thin as a hemp pole, he didn't know when, he had already walked into the wooden alley, he shook one finger after another, and kept knocking on the bronze man, and finally reluctantly gave up the action and said to Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng stood with his hands tied, he glanced at it, and retreated to the bronze man behind the abbot.

He directly stretched out his palm and grabbed it at the bronze man in the air.

The blood-colored light at the bronze man's wound rose directly out of thin air and flew towards Yang Qifeng.

Volleys!

Of course not, Yang Qifeng didn't practice dragon capture skills, so it was impossible for him to be like Qiao Feng, who could volley a steel knife a few zhang away, and his skills were amazing.

He can do this, but he relies on this force, which is separated from him, and is a force controlled by him.

"This is the cultivation method of the first to tenth layers of the golden bell jar, and I ask the donor to accept it," the old monk took out a yellow book directly from his arms, and threw it lightly, and the book fell into Yang Qifeng's hand accurately.

"What about the back two floors?"

"At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Shaolin suffered a catastrophe, and the last two layers have been lost," the old monk said.

"Hmph," snorted coldly, Yang Qifeng turned around directly and strode away, he had already achieved his goal in this trip.

Looking at Yang Qifeng's figure, he slowly disappeared from view.

The old monk's face became even more sad, he folded his hands and muttered to himself; "Amitabha,"

"It has only been more than 100 years since the dynasty was established, and today's officials, although they have no talent, they are not very wrong, they have not lost their morality, why was the demon star born?"

After a long time, the old monk seemed to have made some kind of determination, and spoke;

"Huiru, you go and arrange it, three days later, Shaolin will be closed for a hundred years,"

"It's better to ask you to discuss such a big thing," a bronze man beside him couldn't help but speak.

The closure of the mountain, which means that it is cut off from the rivers and lakes, such a major event is related to the prestige of the Shaolin rivers and lakes, and it has to be cautious.

"No, this is the patriarch's testament, the demon star was born, and Shaolin closed the mountain,"