"Well, Shaolin has been working hard for 20 years, and finally has some achievements......"

Fang Ming nodded in praise.

How high is his vision now? Ordinary martial artists are proud enough to be praised by him, but the monks such as Xinzhen are angry, and even Mr. Tie Di next to him feels that this young man is too arrogant.

In his opinion, the Yaksha stick method of the eighteen stick monks has been perfected, each of them is a first-class master on the rivers and lakes, and there is a Shaolin protector who is the heart of the master, the eighteen stick monk array has changed endlessly, almost without flaws, and it is difficult to get out even if he uses all his means!

Shaolin Martial Arts Ancestral Garden, after all, has enough to be proud of!

"Enter!" Xinzhen burst into a shout, and the eighteen stick monks suddenly roared forward, and their voices were in unison, as if they were one person.

The six stick shadows followed like a shadow under the hood, splitting the head and covering the face, and completely sealing several retreats, faintly with a sharp back.

Six stick monks are responsible for attacking, another six stick monks are responsible for defense, and six stick monks are traveling in all directions, responsible for supporting back and forth, and the entire eighteen stick monk formations suddenly run heavily, dripping and seamless.

The most important thing about this formation is that there is a division of labor, and those who are responsible for attacking do not need to defend, so they can exert their power wholeheartedly.

Xin Zhen put this array against Fang Ming at the beginning, in addition to maintaining the prestige of Shaolin, another reason was that he was extremely jealous of this young man in his heart.

"That's it! I'll play with you! ”

Fang Ming's figure folded, as if it had turned into a thin piece of paper, and it actually 'slipped out' in the middle of the six stick shadows.

Whew!

The six figures retreated quickly, and the six stick monks on the periphery relayed in, and the three coiling dragon sticks blocked Fang Ming's retreat.

In an instant, the previous six stick monks turned from attack to defense, replaced by another six, as long as these formations are not broken, they can continue to spit out the old and absorb the new, rest and relay, there is no danger of running out of real power, and the person who breaks into the formation can only be trapped alive!

"Not bad, not bad! The yaksha stick method is not bad! ”

Fang Ming stretched out his hand to support a coiling dragon stick, a stick monk took a few steps back, his face was as red as blood, but he jumped lightly with his strength, and suddenly jumped out of the stick shadow encirclement, broke into the stick monk group, and occupied a certain position.

A stick monk was stunned, because Fang Ming had just walked to his original position, and the entire eighteen stick monk formation suddenly stagnated, and a huge gap appeared!

Fang Ming jumped out calmly and said with his hand: "How?" You can try again! ”

Xinzhen's face sank like water, and he shouted: "Change formation!" ”

Eighteen stick monks surrounded again, and the figures were heavy, flying endlessly, and they were even more extremely different than just now.

It's a pity that no matter how they change their formation, Fang Ming can always grab the direction before the stick monk and mess up the entire eighteen stick monk formation.

"How so? Evil creature! How do you know about our Shaolin secrets? ”

Xinzhen suddenly burst into a shout, joined the battle circle, the robe rolled, the thunder faintly, and the breaking skill gushed out with all his might!

"More than 20 years have passed, but your Shaolin temperament has not changed at all......"

Fang Ming suddenly laughed, and pointed out, the weakest point in the center of the True Qi Machine! It is the only flaw in his breaking skills!

Masters compete, one finger to break the gong! This was almost impossible, unless Fang Ming knew the true martial arts of the heart very well!

Wave! There was a soft sound in the air, and the broken skill was suddenly broken, Xinzhen's face was pale, he was paralyzed to the ground, his lips were blue, and he was speechless.

"Lie down for me, too!"

At this time, Fang Ming can be said to have thoroughly mastered the rhythm of the eighteen stick monk formation, seeing that among the stick shadows in the sky, a black shadow flashed left and then flashed, and the eighteen stick monks were driven by him at the same time, and had to follow him, and after a few circles, all of them suddenly collapsed to the ground, sweating like pulp!

Cluck! Cluck!

This is Mr. Iron Flute's teeth chattering, although the iron flute with the hidden weapon is still in his hand, but his right hand is trembling, and he can't move at all.

The other party's martial arts are far beyond his expectations, and even beyond his cognition! There will definitely not be such a strong person in the world!

'Dealing with me with Shaolin martial arts, it's not like that......

As everyone knows, Fang Ming's heart is also sneering.

He slaughtered Shaolin last time, and he had all the seventy-two stunts and Dharma nerves of the ancient system, and even the mystery of the one hundred and eight Arhat arrays was also in his pocket, and Shaolin martial arts had no secrets for him.

And no matter how the eighteen stick monk array evolves, it is always the same, and it is far inferior to the Arhat array, how can it trap him?

"Are you really calling your heart? Go back and tell your abbot that the monks should be honest and meditate and participate in meditation, what are you doing so zealously in the world? Seal the mountain for me for twenty years! Otherwise, I wouldn't mind slaughtering Shaolin again! ”

"Tan Yue has a big breath!" Xinzhen gasped: "The little monk will naturally tell the truth, but Tan Yue dares to stay for ten thousand?" ”

"Why don't you dare, remember that my name is Fang Ming! Don't forget ......"

Fang Ming watched the monks help each other to leave, and then looked at the iron flute that was constantly retreating: "Did I let you go?" ”

Mr. Iron Flute stiffened his head, his face more ugly than dead: "What else do you want?" ”

"It's not good, you wanted to shoot me in the right leg with the hidden weapon in the iron flute, right? Give yourself a try, and we'll be clear! Otherwise, let me lie down and get out!" ”

Fang Ming said coldly, he was still clear about the changes in the outside world in the battle just now, and he obviously still had some spare strength, representing a gap that was enough to make the Shaolin monks desperate.

"That's it! That's it! Old decay has eyes and no beads, and it should be so! ”

Mr. Tie Di smiled bitterly, and suddenly slapped the blade in his hand, and dozens of cold stars fell on his right leg, bleeding like a torrent.

"How?" His face turned pale and he looked at Fang Ming.

"Yes, let's go!"

Fang Ming nodded, turned around and walked into the Accord.

It was empty, and there didn't seem to be anyone, but he walked without stopping, and came to the outside of a closet.

"Miss Lin, come out!"

Syllable! A pair of white jade palms smashed through the wardrobe and shot out, and the real power in the hands was not weak.

"Good hands!" Fang Ming grabbed it: "It's a pity that there is no murderous aura, the girl is really a kind-hearted person!" ”

He looked at the jade hand in his hand, although this hand was not as good as the Lin Xian'er he had seen before, it was definitely not bad! A slightly larger palm represents a stronger personality.

"Come out!"

He exerted a little force, and a beauty in a lilac dress flew out of the wardrobe, with a beautiful appearance and a special temperament!

When beauty has reached the limit, the only thing that attracts men the most is temperament!

"No wonder Li Xunhuan and Long Xiaoyun like you so much!"

Fang Ming sighed.

"I'm Lady Dragon!" Lin Shiyin struggled: "Let go of me, my husband won't let go of your ......"

"I'm sorry, I really didn't see Long Xiaoyun! Come with me! ”

Fang Ming flew backwards and took Lin Shiyin all the way to a maple forest.

"Look...... The sunset was so beautiful! Isn't it too stupid for you to dwell on the bloody vendetta that preceded you? ”

Fang Ming said seriously, but Lin Shiyin's face turned white.

She could never have imagined that there were such brazen kidnappers in the world! Let the victim still be in a good mood?

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed, and the remnant sun was like blood, and in the last touch of bright red, a figure slowly walked over.

"Fun!" Lin Shiyin shouted, not knowing whether she was happy or disappointed.

"Let her go!"

It was really Li Xunhuan, who had not yet left Baoding City when he heard the news that Fang Ming had made a big fuss in Xingyunzhuang and kidnapped Lin Shiyin, and immediately turned back.

"Li Tanhua is good!"

Fang Ming smiled: "Is this your request?" ”

"Yes, I'm begging you, if you still consider me a friend...... Please let her go. Li Xunhuan's eyes were full of pleading, even pleading!

"It's a pity...... I have already spared Long Xiaoyun once last time, and I have already told you that I will not spare the second time! ”

Li Xunhuan finally saw Fang Ming's knife!

At this time, the blade was already on Lin Shiyin's jade-like neck, and the blade was directing, as long as he lightly cut this beauty, he would die.

"Li Tanhua should have seen my knife last time!"

Fang Ming said leisurely: "And you have two choices now, one is to send out your flying knife and see if your knife is fast or my knife is fast?" Second ......"

"Let's do it! I'm Lady Dragon! Lin Shiyin gritted her teeth and said.

Fang Ming frowned, and clicked on Lin Shiyin's dumb hole, making her look like a jade sculpture: "Miss Lin, let's rest first......"

"Second, it is to give me the method of Xiao Li Feidao, and I will return Miss Lin to you......"

Fang Mingdao, he was already sure of Li Xunhuan's choice, even if he was crushed, he was reluctant to let Lin Shiyin hurt a single hair.

And for this reason, he wouldn't even use fakes to fool Fang Ming, because he was worried about the possibility of Fang Ming taking revenge on Lin Shiyin again!

Li Xunhuan smiled bitterly: "It's just a flying knife technique, and Xiao Li's flying knife is not a rare treasure, you know that if you ask for it bluntly, I won't refuse......"

"I know, but I don't like that, I just like fair trade!"

Fang Ming reiterated.

"Okay!" Li Xunhuan shook his head and memorized Xiao Li's flying knife method.

"I've memorized all the formulas, if you don't remember them, I can still write them down," Li Xunhuan said...... "Can you put the poem now?" ”

"Of course!"

Fang Ming recalled the previous mantra, he had the ability to never forget, and he had already firmly remembered it, and this Xiao Li Flying Knife was not just a flying knife? This is a knife that implicates the spirit and spirit, and it has unpredictable power!

"Yes, thank you Brother Xunhuan for your generosity, I'll let it go!"

A strange smile appeared on Fang Ming's face, while Li Xunhuan suddenly felt a palpitation of extreme panic, which made him involuntarily rush forward, and he didn't even have time to shoot the flying knife.

It's just too late!

Fang Ming slapped out with one palm in the inverted flight, and Donkey Kong's palm power was in the middle of Lin Shiyin's vest!

Blood bloomed, falling red...... (To be continued.) )