At this moment, there was silence, and everyone on the top of the light held their breath, and their eyes didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing a glance, because this fist-to-flesh competition was so exciting that people couldn't help but feel excited.

The monk Kongwen in Shaolin Temple was mainly engaged in physical training, majoring in Shaolin dragon claw attack invincible. Minor Vajra is not bad for magic skills, and the defense is invincible. It can be said that there are few opponents in Shaolin Dharma Hall.

He thought that Xu Yi would use that strange teleportation to move. But who would have thought that Xu Yi would actually fight against him physically, to be honest, the heart of the monk was actually happy at that moment!

He is quite confident in his fist and foot kung fu, not to mention fighting invincible opponents all over the rivers and lakes. But at least no one can be an enemy of him, this is his absolute self-confidence.

But after ten back and forth, Monk Kongwen felt that he was too naïve. His Vajra is not bad magic has been practiced to the realm of Xiaocheng, and it can be said that he is not afraid of swords, guns and sticks.

But Xu Yi's strange fist hit him, and a continuous needle pierced his five chapters and six intestines, itching and paralyzing.

At first, the monk didn't pay much attention to it, but when he found that strange power was dormant in his body for nearly ten strands, it would suddenly merge into one, twist into a strange force, and explode from within.

At that moment, the monk felt like he had returned to the time when he was not a monk, and he was pricked by his mother with a needle when he was a child, and the pain was unbearable.

No, this feeling is at least hundreds of needles pricked together before there is unbearable pain!

AppearanceFrom the outsider's point of view, the monk seems to be fighting with Xu Yi vividly, back and forth. The presiding monk of Shaolin Temple, Kongjian, was also quite pleased, shook his head, and said in his heart, "Senior Brother Kongwen is worthy of being a Shaolin genius." It's on an equal footing with this demon sect leader, and it seems that I have a successor in Shaolin. ”

"You're doing a good job!" Xu Yi stopped. To be honest, this short fight with the Kongwen monk reminded him of the days when he was boxing underground in the dragon and snake world, it was really a bloody day, a day of life and death.

"The layman is really born with divine power, and his physical body is amazing, I am afraid that he has already practiced to the realm of Taoist physical sanctification. The little monk lost this competition, Amitabha! Seeing that Xu Yi stopped, the monk quickly admitted defeat and exited like a fly.

He didn't want to be pricked by needles again, anyway, the effect of this competition had been achieved, and there was no need to stumble to the end.

Anyway, the Buddha pays attention to the four major emptiness, and abstains from greed, hatred, and ignorance. The monk comforted himself, feeling that the Buddha should not blame him and lost the Shaolin façade.

As soon as the empty monk left, the audience was in an uproar. This is obviously on par with each other, how can you say admit defeat and admit defeat, is there anything greasy in this?

"Senior Brother Kongwen, why are you admitting defeat?" The monk immediately asked, this is a great opportunity to make a name for himself in Shaolin. He had already subconsciously thought that his junior disciple was an absolute genius, and the sect leader of the Demon Sect was no problem.

"Senior brother, just now I went through more than fifty moves with the sect leader of the Ming Sect. I have used all my strength, but the Ming Sect Master has not used half of his internal strength. Speaking of this, Kongjian was full of decadence, and he thought that he didn't care about fame and fortune, it was impossible.

Although they are monks in Shaolin, they still stand in the rivers and lakes. As long as you are in the rivers and lakes, which one is not disturbed by fame and fortune!

When the monk heard this, his eyes were full of seriousness, and he was silent. The kung fu of the senior brother of Kongwen is also a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and the kung fu of this Ming Sect leader is so strong that he does not use internal force to fight more than fifty moves with his body, which is really incredible.

They Shaolin is a big school of refining the body, polishing their bodies since they were young, and cultivating external kung fu such as iron cloth shirts and golden bell jars. It can be said that the body of the Shaolin disciple is not comparable to the flowers in the greenhouses of the other five major sects.

The mysterious Mingjiao Sect Master's kung fu is no longer something he can figure out, I am afraid that only the masters of the mountain behind the temple can be the enemy.

"What! You Shaolin actually admit defeat? An old man suddenly appeared in the ranks, looking extremely dissatisfied. This is one of the seven elders of the Kongtong faction.

"Boy, if you can take a punch from our seven brothers and not die, my Kongtong faction will leave immediately and no longer participate in this matter, do you dare to accept it!" The seven elders of Kongtong said that the seven of them had already been heart-to-heart, and they had practiced the Seven Injuries Fist to the bones, and the power should not be underestimated.

"Why don't you dare!" Xu Yi said, his face was pale, and he stood out from the crowd.

What is his purpose? That is to subdue the six major factions and complete the system side quests by the way, why not.

After speaking, the seven elders of Kongtong, like a crazy baboon, hammered his chest hard, and the old blood wanted to vomit out without money.

But even so, the seven elders of Kongtong did not have a trace of malaise, but their faces became more and more ruddy, as if they had taken the Ten Great Tonic Pills, and the power was rising slowly.

Kongtong has seven wounded fists, first hurting himself, and then hurting others. The more serious the wound, the stronger the power. Back then, he was known as the emptiness of the first monk in martial arts, and he also died under the seven wounds of the golden lion king Xie Xun.

Although there are unexpected reasons for this, it is undeniable that the power of the Seven Wounds Fist is still there, at least it is not in name only, and it is not famous.

"This sect leader is standing here, if the seven of you can hurt me in the slightest and make me move one step, even if I lose!" Xu Yi said, his face was extremely confident.

"Sharp-toothed boy! Then don't blame us for being unkind! "The seven elders of Kongtong spoke out in unison, and the strength of the seven wounded fists burst out.

I saw the blood-red fist shadows in the sky, some big and some small, emitting a thunderous momentum, which dazzled people.

"Turn things upside down, things change!"

Xu Yi ran the Qiankun Great Shifting Mind Method, reversing the two qi of Qiankun, only to see that his body was bulging, like an inflated balloon, which seemed to burst as soon as he poked.

If the real master is here, he will find that the moment the Seven Elders of Kongtong Seven Injuries Fist touched Xu Yi, it was instantly pulled by the internal force of the Great Movement of Qiankun in Xu Yi's body, and it operated in a way that reversed the meridians.

At this time, the seven elders of Kongtong were bloodless and extremely pale. Extreme prosperity is actually extremely weak, and when they use up the Seven Injuries Fist and Seven Style Fist moves, they have no strength to fight again.

But Xu Yi did as he said, and did not move a bit!

"Let me give you a taste of what it feels like to have these Seven Wounds Fist today!" Xu Yi reversed the two qi of yin and yang, and completely guided the power of the seven wounds in his body. And it itself knows Jiuyang Divine Skill, and can clearly remember the opponent's Seven Wounds Fist moves.

Xu Yi used the Seven Wounds Boxing as a guide, and he used the internal force of the Seven Elders of Kongtong as a guide, and did not need to harm himself, but his own skills were profound and he knew Bhutan.

The seven wound punches he played actually showed a majestic atmosphere and was above board. Compared with the seven wounds of the seven elders of Kongtong, I don't know how much he won.

"Not good!" The seven elders of Kongtong, seeing the strength of the seven wounds fist that attacked, their faces were frightened, and they had a deep understanding of the taste of the seven wounds fist!

"Peng, Peng Peng...", the invisible but substantial fist power knocked the seven elders of Kongtong out without hindrance, spitting blood from his mouth, and not waking up.

"You should be glad that I have six points left. If you go all out, I'm afraid that you Seven Elders of Kongtong will die! ”

Xu Yi carried his hands behind his back, and he had a grandmaster bearing, which made the people present dare not exhale.