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"Huh~?"

Lin Qingzhi rubbed his ears, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But Qi Siyuan won't be kind enough to explain it to him a second time.

Everyone is a new generation of "five poisons" young people who have been influenced by various novels, games, comics, TV series, and film culture, and this little blow can't withstand it, and it is really blind to his name as a traverser.

As for after guessing his extraordinary identity, Lin Qingzhi was so angry that he couldn't help but fight with him; Or like the brainless protagonists in some novels, shouting "impossible", "I don't believe it", "you lied to me" and then crying and shouting to go back to Earth; Or like some Sichuan opera face changers, they are proficient in black and thick science, and flatteringly offer their knees to kneel and beg for benefits, begging for support...... Qi Siyuan had an expectation in his heart.

So, after Lin Qingzhi's brain reacted, the whole room fell silent, silent for a long time......

Finally, after a full two minutes, Lin Qingzhi seemed to think of the true meaning of Qi Siyuan's words, the expression on his face became sluggish little by little, his mouth went from slightly open to wide, he didn't close for a long time, and the shock in his heart had reached the point of no return.

After a long while, he finally came back to his senses, and first rubbed his somewhat stiff and sore face vigorously, and then tentatively confirmed:

"You're saying you're the one who made me travel to this world? It's really ......."

"Actually, it's not ...... You don't have to thank me. After straightening his messy hair that had been polluted by ink for a long time, Qi Siyuan felt very good. He was very satisfied with the expression on Lin Qingzhi's face, and waved his hand quite smugly.

“…… It's really, it's too picky~! ”

“！？”

(Qi Siyuan: What~, this is not the same as the imaginary lines!) ）

Lin Qingzhi ignored the ghostly expression on Qi Siyuan's face, and complained to him angrily:

"Although other crossing gods are strong and weak, at least there is always this after-sales three-pack service, right? But what about me...... If you soak a girl, you are worried about being slapped to death by your future father-in-law. It's tears when you say it! ”

"Wait, I've been reading some Niang's online articles for nearly ten years, where are the after-sales three guarantees? …… I'm not good at it, and you're cheating. ”

Qi Siyuan was speechless, and scratched his already yellowed hair in annoyance. If he had known that this kid's receptivity was so strong, he wouldn't have hesitated for a long time just now.

Lin Qingzhi broke his fingers to explain to him what the "after-sales three guarantees" are:

"The first pack, the newbie gift pack after the crossing.

Without a newbie gift package, how can I, a cultural person from the real world, save my life under the eyes of this group of martial arts masters who can kill hundreds of people and enemies at every turn? …… Big brother, no, great god, this is the battlefield of the martial arts world!

The second package, package distribution.

Although I don't want any emperor's son, the only son of the family, and the second generation of martial arts, but when I take possession, I should have a real estate and a wife like a flower or something, right? …… I also donated clothes, books, and stationery to the Red Cross several times. I'm a really good person! If you don't have luck, you should have merit, right?

The third package ,......"

"Stop!"

Qi Siyuan decisively interrupted his complaint, pointed to his nose and said:

"Before you talk about the conditions, let's take a look at this scrap wood I possessed.

It would be nice to be able to give you a random possession. Not being reincarnated into a good body is because you are unlucky, or you just went to the toilet before crossing and did not wash your hands. Who is to blame for this?

No more nonsense! Before I leave, I promise you at most one condition that is not excessive. Don't ask for a lot of money...... More than that. ”

yes！ Bet right.

After Lin Qingzhi heard this, his heart was simply happy. At the same time, clench the sweaty palms so that you don't let yourself show the apprehension and excitement of the semicolon.

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In Qi Siyuan explained the aftermath...... Well, when it was temporarily archived before leaving, Songshan Shaolin Temple, a martial arts holy place thousands of miles away from Xiangyang and had long been closed, ushered in a villain who was rare to see in forty years.

To be exact, a kick temple!

Rumble~~!

The sandalwood gate of the Shaolin Temple, which had never been replaced since it was built hundreds of years ago, was smashed directly from the outside by two bald monks wearing monks' robes and holding long sticks.

Before the two bald monks could land, they spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and fell unconscious. And the huge force smashed these two thick gates into two huge flying logs, and with the terrifying sound of whin~, they flew straight to the Daxiong Treasure Hall facing the gate......

"Bold!" "Who dares to break into my Shaolin Temple?!"

I only heard two loud shouts like the angry lion of King Kong coming from the hall of the Mahavira Treasure Hall. Then two monks dressed in crimson gold silk robes turned into two phantoms and appeared at the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

It wasn't until the two monks stood still that they could see the two square bricks they had broken on the ground when they had just run out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the light ash raised by the robes that were hunting in the air.

This kind of strength like a tiger and a bison, and a speed like an antelope or a flying leopard, is by no means something that those people in the rivers and lakes who have no door or no sect or ordinary teachers can imagine.

It can be seen that these two light skills, internal skills, and external skills are already very rare acquired top levels on the rivers and lakes. And their physical body polishing can barely be regarded as qualified in some Zhongwu worlds. Shaolin Temple, the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, martial arts orthodoxy, is definitely worthy of the words "deep foundation"!

It's just that their age is obviously a little older. One has all white eyebrows, a face like tree bark, a thin body, and is about seventy or eighty years old; One is a nine-foot giant man about 60 years old, with a black beard like steel needles, droopy eyes, and thick wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

This is still because its internal strength has gradually become more advanced and its appearance has slowed down. Come to think of their real age, it's only going to be bigger!

Originally, it stands to reason that the two elderly heavyweights of the Shaolin Temple should not be alarmed so quickly. But now it is really time for the monks to finish their morning class, and the senior monks in the Daxiong Hall have not yet had time to return to their respective meditation rooms. Therefore, this white eyebrow and black beard saw the scene of two Zhike monks who were responsible for guarding the gate of Shaolin Temple being smashed in from the outside.

Before they had time to check the two monks who fell to the ground and vomited blood, they saw two terrifying door-type "hidden weapons" that really flew straight to the door of the main hall.

"Block!"

Without saying much, the two old monks shouted in unison. Blackbeard's hands quickly brought out countless afterimages in the air, and they struck towards the two gates like a thousand hands, and the other white eyebrow stretched out, but the claws of black and cyan green muscles buckled towards the door.

It is the palm method of thousands of hands, and the secret medicine of dragon claws, these two Shaolin Temple seventy-two stunts! But......

Bang! After the palm of Rulai's thousand hands hit the flying wooden door, "Black Beard" felt as if he was hitting a hill, and his complexion changed greatly. But he didn't give up there, and with this force, he took a step back, and once again turned his palm into countless shadows, and quickly slapped the wooden door from the side.

But it still doesn't help!

It was as if someone had cast a spell on the wooden door, and even though there was no one on the other side, it looked like two or three elephants were forcing it back.

Driven by the powerful force on the wooden door, "Blackbeard" quickly crashed into the wooden door behind him. The wooden door shattered in the crackling sound, and a large number of sawdust and debris seemed to be blown away by a hurricane, and sprinkled all over the ground in the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Only then did he resist the feeling of chest tightness that he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, and blocked the wooden door from the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Not good!"

The white-eyed monk on the other side didn't dare to pick up the wooden door head-on when he saw this ferocious momentum. He was thin and thin, and his strength was far less than that of "Black Beard", and he would be seriously injured if he was hit by ironclad.

As a result, the momentum of the dragon claw hand changed in mid-air, turning the original action of grasping into the power of strangulation. The moment he inserted his finger into the wooden door, it tore one of the wooden doors into pieces as if he were tearing apart foam board.

Although the two old monks maintained the face of the Shaolin Temple, they were each taken aback by the ferocity on the wooden door. Before the person who broke into the temple saw it, he was forced to this extent. It seems that this time the Shaolin Temple is going through a big disaster again.

"Seventy-two stunts? …… It's kind of interesting! ”

It was only at this time that a flat voice that seemed to be in the ear came from the door, and it was at the gate that was kicked out of the gate that a short-haired figure wearing a strange loose robe and a mask appeared.

It was not until this moment that the other monks in the Shaolin Temple were attacked by the huge movement, projected, and gathered here. Hulala~~, a group of bald heads gathered together, making the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall a little brighter.

"Oh Buddha Mita!"

A Buddha horn echoed in the air, and the white-eyed monk in the robe fixed his mind that was disturbed by the terrifying strength of the other party, and walked over to this figure. He folded his hands together, and said with the appearance of a compassionate and compassionate monk: "I don't know what the donor wants to come to my Shaolin Temple and break the mountain gate of my Shaolin Temple?" ”

"What is the intention? …… Hehe! The masked figure didn't answer directly, and couldn't see the expression, just smiled indifferently.

As if feeling this person's contempt for the Shaolin Temple, a large group of young monks who had just rushed over from the Shaolin martial arts training ground were congested with angry brains.

Because they have practiced fierce martial arts for a long time, they have excess blood and masculinity, but their spiritual cultivation is not good, resulting in more irritability than ordinary martial arts people. Without asking for the specific identity of the masked man, he picked up the long stick and beat him with both hands and feet, wanting to subdue it first.

"It's not good, get back!"

Because this group of young monks of Shaolin Temple shot too quickly, although the faces of the two senior monks "Black Beard" and "White Eyebrows" changed at the same time and shouted loudly, they still couldn't stop the leading monks who had already attacked this young man in the mask.

"Repulsion-Scatter!"

With a flat whisper, the gravitational pull of the earth within ten meters of the masked youth's body changed strangely. The force field that had originally been directed towards the center of the earth suddenly stretched out in all directions of the sky like a radiating field.

Those Shaolin Temple disciples who were armed with sticks were about to point sticks on the limbs of this person, but they were forced to the sky by this radial line.

No matter how stable they are, no matter how good their martial arts are, they can't touch the earth, and their bodies are full of air, and they are all in vain. It can only be in the air for a while, and then it is thrown to the ground by the rotating force.

From a distance, the whole scene looked like an air bomb had exploded in the midst of the group of monks. "Blown up" them into the air one by one, and then swirled, flipping over a difficult position of more than 720 degrees to make a high-altitude forced landing.

Puff~,Puff~! After the monks who were like dumplings fell to the ground one by one, they either fell with blue noses and swollen faces, or fell and wailed with their arms and ankles, or smashed their heads through the wooden windows and plunged into the nearby monk's house. In short, it was either because of injury that he lost his combat effectiveness, or because he was frightened by carrying a strange "demon method", and then he never dared to step forward again.

Apart from...... Except for eighteen middle-aged monks who were painted gold and held long sticks of pure iron.

"Ou~~? Eighteen bronze people in Shaolin Temple? The masked young man seemed to pause for a moment before asking in a playful voice.

"Exactly!" *18

Eighteen shouts, like the voices of one person, buzzed and echoed in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. The shock caused some Shaolin Temple disciples with less skill to hold their heads and sway, or simply fainted on the spot.

Shaolin Temple, whether it is a Buddhist or lay disciple, has a successful learning art, must go through a strict test, and can be regarded as qualified if he successfully passes the test, and leaves the master in the name of righteousness. This pass is the Eighteen Bronze Man Pass!

The purpose is to prevent those disciples who have only practiced external skills, but cannot be heated by internal skills, and whose hearts cannot suppress their blood and energy, from causing a big disaster for Shaolin Temple because of their hot heads after going out.

However, the eighteen bronze figures are all the top disciples of the middle-aged generation in the Shaolin Temple, where can this group of young disciples who have studied art for less than ten years be able to compare? One-on-one still has no chance of winning, let alone breaking the large array composed of these eighteen fierce men!

Therefore, in previous years, when the Shaolin Temple was beautiful, this kind of downhill requirement was for eighteen bronze people to release water.

In fact, the stick formation after the eighteen of them joined forces, combined with the mechanism of Muren Alley, could simply beat the Shaolin abbot who had not broken through the innate into a dog.

However, the young man in the mask still shook his head and said with dissatisfaction:

"It's a pity~! Although the Eighteen Bronze Formations are good, your skills are far behind. I heard that when the previous dynasty was just established, you Shaolin Temple eighteen stick monks followed the emperor at that time to sweep the rivers and lakes, crisscrossing the army array, and were invincible.

At that time, every stick monk was not congenital, I am afraid that it is unreasonable, right? It's ridiculous, now there is a Shaolin Temple in Nuoda, and the candidates for the eighteen bronze people are the only ones left who are you little monks who have just entered the first-class threshold.

However, I remember a martial arts master who said: No matter how much the use of martial arts is whitewashed, it is used to kill people. Come to think of it, it must be that you monks have lived a comfortable life for a long time and neglected to practice. That's why all the good martial arts have been practiced. (To be continued.) )