The first update.

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Bronze Man Alley is quiet again.

The eighteen bronze figures stood in the darkness, even their breath seemed to disappear, their bodies motionless like rocks, their eyes firmly locked on the broken holes in the wall.

I just waited for a long time, but there was no sound in the dark hole, and there was an unspeakable dead silence.

Could it be that the trespasser was punched to death?

In the dim quiet room, there was a sudden sound, and the bronze man who had punched earlier moved his body and took a step forward.

Boom!

His footsteps landed on the stony floor, making a crisp sound like metal crashing, which was extremely strange.

As the bronze man started, the other seventeen bronze men followed suit, and they also took a step, still maintaining an equal distance between them and their companions, not a single point, not a single point.

These eighteen people seem to have really trained themselves into a steel machine that is extremely meticulous and will not make the slightest mistake, and they are one and the same.

The bronze man walked to the hole in the wall and looked through the broken hole, when a crisp "click" sounded from behind the wall, followed by cracks in the wall.

Bang!

The entire ashram suddenly seemed to be bombarded by thunder, and it trembled violently for a moment, and then a large crack appeared in the wall, and the cobweb-like crack spread out in an instant.

The next moment.

The wall seemed to have been hit by a rapidly charging gold and iron chariot, and suddenly shattered into large pieces, wrapped in a huge impact, churning and smashing towards the eighteen bronze figures.

The mutation was sudden, Rao is eighteen bronze people are all good hands, and they didn't have time to react at the first time, and the bronze man who bore the brunt of it was smashed in the chest by a large wall brick, and immediately spurted blood from his mouth, and the whole person flew out upside down.

The rest of the bronze men had never been attacked like this, and they were in a state of confusion, either dodging or struggling to smash the stones that smashed them.

The eighteen bronze figures burst in an instant.

The most difficult point of the eighteen bronze people is that after forming a formation, they are integrated into one, and the power of the eighteen people is like an arm, which is enough to fight against any master on the rivers and lakes.

If Song Mingjing had enough time, he might try to break through the Eighteen Bronze Formation head-on.

But he had already heard the sound of the bell ringing from the temple, and knew that his infiltration had been discovered, and he lured the eighteen bronze men to come and inspect with a restrained aura, and immediately smashed the wall with both palms, disrupting the bronze man formation with the most fierce and ferocious means.

As soon as the bronze formation broke, Song Mingjing stomped his feet suddenly, and his figure rose up and jumped to the beam.

Swish!

The long knife came out of its sheath, turned around and slashed sharply, only to hear a sharp cracking sound of "crackling", and all the beams and wooden pillars of the house were cut off by him.

The knife light scurried upward, and there was another roar, which directly lifted the roof, and Song Mingjing walked with the knife and jumped out.

Crash! Whoa!

Broken wood and stones, large swaths of tiles poured down like a waterfall, and the smoke and dust spread, almost instantly hiding the eighteen bronze figures below.

The light of the sky poured down through the shattered roof.

Just as a person will suddenly feel uncomfortable in the dark, the eighteen bronze men have been in the dark room for many years, and at this moment they are suddenly exposed to the light of the sky, even if this light is soft and warm, their eyes seem to be stung, and it is difficult to open them for a while.

The situation reversed, Song Mingjing flew down, slashed with a knife, and swept the eighteen bronze people.

It's just that he didn't have the intention of killing, so he replaced the blade with a spine and hit the eighteen bronze men with hands and feet.

After all, they are not really steel and iron bones, at this moment, in a hurry, the operation of all their energy is blocked, and in the blink of an eye, they were smashed by Song Mingjing and fell to the ground.

Song Mingjing jumped up again and swept towards the central area of Tongren Lane.

After a while, he entered a central Buddhist hall, the whole Buddhist hall was brilliantly lit, and the first clay Buddha sat cross-legged, with low eyebrows and eyes, overlooking the world.

In front of the Buddhist shrine, there is a wooden box, in the box there is a book with yellowed pages, Song Mingjing swept away, "Yijin secret book" four words came into view.

Seeing the target, he wasted no time, reached out and took out the book, and flipped it around.

Song Mingjing's eyes were shining, and he stared at the book for a moment, the pages of the book were quickly rolled, and he was seen through after a while.

The sound of the wind blowing through the clothes swept through the air.

Song Mingjing frowned, then stretched out and put the "Yijin Secret Book" into the sleeve of his robe.

"Amitabha!"

A loud Buddha horn sounded in the Buddha hall, and under the infusion of true qi, it was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shaking the soul and awakening the lost people in the world.

Song Mingjing didn't have the heart of being a thief and was caught in the hall at all, and turned around unhurriedly, and saw an old monk with a gray beard standing in the hall, his hands folded, and his eyes were calm.

Next to the old monk was a female nun dressed in moon-white robes, about fifty or sixty years old, looking at Song Mingjing with a surprised expression.

Song Mingjing glanced at the two of them and said with a smile: "But the best Zen master, the five plum masters are too face-to-face, the two are masters in the martial arts, and Song has been famous for a long time!" ”

"The master does not dare to be, and the poor monk's name is the supreme good."

The best Zen master stared at Song Mingjing's sleeve robe, stretched out his hand, and sighed: "Where did you come from, where did you go back, and I hope that the layman will return the secret book of this temple to its place." ”

"Where did you come from and where are you going?"

Song Mingjing chewed on this sentence and said with a smile: "If I return the secret book, can I leave?" ”

The best Zen master clasped his hands and said: "This temple does not dare to detain the laymen, but the laymen make a big fuss in Shaolin, and we always need to give our temple an explanation." And the layman killed Li Bashan's junior brother, and the white eyebrows of the other day made trouble in my Shaolin, if there was no layman present, I am afraid that the temple will not be clear. ”

Thinking of Li Bashan's different head, Zhishan sighed again: "Yes, I also invite the layman to live in the temple temporarily, and everything will be said when Bai Mei comes." ”

This is to detain Song Mingjing, give Wudang an explanation, or hand it over to Wudang for disposal.

Song Mingjing was not angry.

As the abbot of Shaolin, it is not an exaggeration to do this.

Song Mingjing smiled, changed his words, and said: "Xingyin Zen Master is a strange person who is not born in the martial arts, it is said that his martial arts are superb, and I have admired him for a long time. The best master, the five plum masters, both of them are high apprentices of the Xingyin Zen master, can you know where the respected teacher is? ”

The best Zen master, Wumei Shitai was stunned, but he didn't expect Song Mingjing to care about anything else, but instead asked their master, Xingyin Zen Master.

The Zhishan Zen Master looked stunned and said: "Master travels all over the world, the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail, his whereabouts, the poor monk also does not know, I don't know what the layman asked about my teacher?" ”

Song Mingjing sighed and said with a slight regret: "It's a pity that I can't see the martial arts of Zen Master Xingyin, but that's it!" The two are also rare masters in the martial arts, since they met today, how can Song not ask for a lesson or two? ”

The voice fell, Song Mingjing stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the square table weighing hundreds of catties in front of the Buddhist shrine was picked up by him with one hand, and the incense burners, incense candles, and tributes enshrined on it fell down with a bang.

Song Mingjing was full of strength, and the square table flew out with a "hula" spin, and smashed down in the air towards the two masters of Zhishan and Wumei.