"Shaolin martial arts turned out to be like this, it's really disappointing, I have heard people say that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, but now that I think about it, it's just the frog in the well that can say such ridiculous things."

On the avenue next to a maple forest, a middle-aged strong man with knotted hair and rings, wearing thin skin, not dressed like a Central Plains person, stood alone in the middle of the avenue, blocking thousands of people in Shaolin Temple and Golden Pavilion Temple. This middle-aged strong man, with one hand behind his back, his body slightly sideways, looked at the Kongjian monk with his right hand covering his chest, and a little blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, said this, and shook his head at the end. And behind this middle-aged strong man, there is another middle-aged man who is dressed similarly, but even younger, with his hands on his arms, leaning against a maple tree, but his eyes looking at the people of Shaolin Temple and Golden Pavilion Temple are also full of disdain.

At this moment, the crowd of Shaolin Temple was divided, and an old monk with a yellow face walked out slowly, and said lightly: "Your Excellency is too arrogant, right?" If Lao Wei is not mistaken, Your Excellency must be the Zheke technique of the head of the three great martial arts of the grassland, right? ”

The middle-aged strong man smiled when he heard this: "The old monk has some eyes, the deity is Zhekeshu, I have been hearing how Shaolin martial arts are in the grassland, and today I know that the people of the Central Plains love to boast, if you Shaolin Temple has this strength, the deity advises you to immediately turn back to the mountain gate, otherwise there will be a group of dead monks under the Fuluo Mountain, hahaha." ”

After Zhekeshu said this, he raised his head and laughed wildly. In the face of this Chiguoguo's ridicule, the old monk was still very indifferent, and just said: "Your Excellency, as the head of the three great martial venerables of the grassland, has a surging breath, and is close to the first-class great master of my Central Plains, and is a whole realm higher than my Kongjian master and nephew, even if Your Excellency wins, it is nothing." ”

"Oh?"

Zhekeshu raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He also said: "When I was in the Central Plains, I heard that the monks of Shaolin Temple now take this empty monk martial arts as the most, although he is not at the heavenly level, but in the past he was able to retreat under the hands of several heaven-level grandmasters, so he naturally thinks that the empty monk is the representative of your Shaolin martial arts."

But since you, the old monk, say so, you must think that you are stronger than this empty monk. ”

Zhekeshu paused at this point, and then his eyes narrowed slightly. seemed to be sensing something, and then said: "Your old monk's qi machine appears from time to time, although the deity doesn't know what kind of ghost you are doing, but it is just a trick, it is useless to say more, you have to fight for your Shaolin Temple, although you can make a move." ”

As soon as Zhekeshu's voice fell, the yellow-faced old monk clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

Wait for the sound of the Buddha's trumpet to fall. The old monk's eyes flashed, and the indifferent color on his face before disappeared, his right hand drilled into the sleeve robe of his left hand, pulled out a black soft rope, and then took a little under his feet, and his body went straight towards Zhekeshu like electricity.

The old monk had not yet approached Zhekeshu, but his face was fierce, and then he opened his mouth. It's a loud roar!

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, the sound of hunting wind suddenly came from both sides of the avenue. If the wind is raging, the maple tree next to the road is actually bent forward by the roll, the momentum is not terrifying, but this is the old monk used the King Kong lion roar of Buddhism Zen Buddhism!

Seeing this kind of prestige, he felt that a strong wind was coming to the door, but Zhekeshu was not surprised but rejoiced. Shouted: "Good come! That's what it looks like! ”

Before the words fell, his feet were divided in two, and his body was slightly heavy, although his movements were small, but there was a faint sound of a series of bone joints popping in his body. This is between his qi and concentration, attracting the spine, and using the spine as a big dragon to exert strength around the body.

"Bang Bang Bang"

In the next moment, he saw Zhe Keshu standing still, only his hands shook slightly, and then all over his body actually erupted with force, as if forming a strong wall in front of him, and the power of the wind roaring and sound waves of the lion's roar was suddenly blocked by this strong wall, and there was a muffled sound between the collision between the two.

"Punch me!"

The muffled sound was not yet over, but Na Zhekeshu shrank into his abdomen with a fist, and then lightning flashed forward. It was just a straight punch that couldn't be more ordinary, but where its fist passed, there was a hissing and sharp sound of air explosion.

When the old monk saw this punch, his face showed a solemn color, and his body immediately shook his hand, and the black soft rope in his hand was like a long black snake hovering in the air, rolling towards Zhekeshu's arm.

However, Zhekeshu turned a blind eye to the old monk's response, and his fist still moved forward, straight to the middle door of the old monk, but when his arm rushed forward and his strength was about to reach its peak, Zhekeshu's right foot stepped forward. This kick seems ordinary, but for the Central Plains martial artists, this progress is contrary to common sense, if the punch of Zhekeshu is regarded as a progressive punch, it should be carried out at the same time as punching and kicking, called 'boxing and horse walking', and Zhekeshu is clearly the first punch and then on the horse.

"Bang!"

I only heard a bang, but it was Zhe Keshu who stepped on the ground, and there were suddenly more footprints on the ground that were already rammed with a depth of one and a half feet, and the dirt around the footprints arched upwards one after another, which showed the strength of this progress. And just when Zhekeshu stepped on his feet, the black soft rope was already wrapped around the arm of Zhekeshu's punch, and then he saw the old monk's wrist turning, and the strength followed the black rope, and the black rope was tightened inward.

"That's it?"

Zhekeshu felt the change of the black cord on his arm, just a mocking smile, and then his chest and abdomen swelled slightly, and there was a sound like fried beans all over his body, followed by the black cord on his arm as if he had encountered some obstacle, and it was actually propped up outward out of thin air, at this moment, the muscles on Zhekeshu's arm shrank inward, and the arm became slightly slender, but the skin was extremely dense, this change also made Zhekeshu's fist no longer blocked, with the sound of air explosion is to move forward!

"Bang!"

The Zhekeshu fist has not yet reached the old monk's body, but between the light shock of his fist, it is a strong way to spit out in the air, but his punch is a doorway to fight cattle across the mountain, and the strength of the fist comes out first, but the muffled sound of the strength that comes out of the air is surprisingly loud, just like the thunder that explodes on the flat ground.

The old monk's complexion changed suddenly, and his right hand shrank back sharply, wanting to pull back the black rope, and at the same time, his left hand turned around, with a soft and soft strength to support it from the bottom to the top.

"I can't help myself!"

Seeing the old monk respond like this, Zhekeshu's face showed full ridicule, and then his fists trembled violently, and one after another fists were as dense and fierce as a long river towards the old monk.

Seeing this, the old monk's face was solemn to the extreme, but he still did not retreat, his left hand flew up and down, with the soft strength of the Tao, and the strength of the force was slapped away with the technique of unloading the force, but the fist of Zhekeshu was too fierce, and the strength was strong and dense, but between breaths, the old monk had already stumbled left and right, and the next moment, only listened. Bang' a muffled sound, but it was Zhekeshu's fist that had arrived, and when he arrived at the middle door, the old monk avoided it, and his left palm slapped out, and the two fists made a dull impact sound, and then he saw the old monk's body shaking, his left hand trembled, and his right foot couldn't help but retreat half a step.

But this is not the most important thing, the old monk's move fell to the downside, that is, the middle door was opened, and the strength of Zhe Keshu was in the fist first, and the Dao strength was attacked by the old monk!

"Danger!"

At the same time, two figures in the crowd of Shaolin Temple snatched forward, but although the two figures were fast, where was the fist strength close at hand?

Seeing that the old monk was about to be hit hard, at the last moment, an inexplicable brilliance flashed in the old monk's eyes, and then he seemed to be in a trance, and muttered in a almost inaudible voice in his mouth: "He is ruthless and he is evil, and I am really angry!" ”

Before the words fell, he saw the red light on the old monk's face, and there was a muffled thunder in his abdomen, and in the next moment, those fists reached his chest.

"Bang Bang Bang"

A series of muffled sounds resounded throughout the audience, and then the old monk took three steps back, and after three steps, his feet stopped at a moment.

"Big brother!"

The two figures who snatched out of the crowd came to the old monk left and right, one of these two people was an old monk with a white face and a beard, and the other was an old monk with a black face, these two people were the two masters of the catastrophe and the disaster captured by Zhang Fang in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that day, and the old monk was the head of the three monks.

"Are you alright?"

The two of them held on to the left and the right, and Master Do'er asked with great concern. The three of them originally had a similar mind, but at this time they opened their mouths to ask, which shows the worries of the two of them.

"Hmm!"

Du Er snorted, and then blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, but as the blood seeped out, he breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head, and his eyes were still shining, as if he had realized something, but he didn't seem to fully understand it.

"What? I used to have to fight for your Shaolin face, but now I can't even take a punch from the deity, are you going to go together? It's okay, you old bald donkeys can go up together, and it will save me my hands and feet. ”

Zhe Keshu repelled Du Er with a punch and did not pursue, but just stood in place and looked at the three Du Er brothers with a sneer, and said these words with great disdain. It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the three of them to respond, but the middle-aged man behind him said: "Big brother, I've been idle here for a long time, since these old bald donkeys don't pay attention to the rules, let my brother stretch my muscles." ”

After speaking, this person took off a little under his feet, that is, he rose into the air, stretched out his arms, and the whole person flew into the air like a fierce vulture, and Du Er finally came back to his senses when he saw this, and his face became more solemn, and he could naturally feel that this man who was as fierce as a vulture was also a martial artist, and his breath was only slightly weaker than Zhekeshu.

Two great martial honors!

Zhekeshu alone made it difficult for him to parry the Shaolin Temple, and at this time, there was another person, even if the Golden Pavilion Temple was on the side, but the top combat power of the two factions was inferior. And Du Er originally wanted to fight for Shaolin to gain some face, but in this way, his Shaolin Temple lost face in front of this barbarian.

Just when Du Er secretly sighed at the decline of Shaolin and was wantonly mocked by foreign races, there was a sound in the maple forest, and then a voice came from afar.

"Naya, you and I fought without results that day, and today you dare to make a break with me?!" (To be continued......)