The dark passage, the oppressive aura, and the smell of decay.

Chen Qi stood at the entrance of the passage with an indifferent gaze.

This is Woodman Alley.

If Shaolin lay disciples want to go down the mountain and walk the rivers and lakes, everyone needs to go through Muren Alley.

Of course, Shaolin is not as inhuman as it seems.

You can go down the mountain without passing through Muren Lane, but after going down the mountain like that, you can't call yourself a Shaolin disciple, and Shaolin's martial arts can't be used at will.

It is even more impossible to be qualified to tattoo the green dragon and white tiger on the body.

To put it bluntly, if you can't break through the wooden man alley and the bronze man array down the mountain, it is equivalent to being expelled from Shaolin, and you can no longer call yourself a Shaolin disciple, and they don't dare.

Because the lay disciples who were expelled from Shaolin did not leave through the main gate, but crawled out of the dog hole in the back wall of Shaolin.

Crawling out of the dog hole, what qualifications do you have to dominate the rivers and lakes again?

Therefore, most of these disciples who were expelled from Shaolin disappeared.

Even if he appears in front of people, he will not pretend to be a Shaolin disciple.

Now, Chen Qi is walking the famous Muren Alley.

The roadway is narrow and deep, only for one person to pass, the eyes can only reach five zhang away, five zhang away, but the place has already turned a corner, in the case of the eyes can not turn, it is impossible to see the road ahead.

Chen Qi raised his feet forward, and when he walked less than a zhang, there was a sudden gust of wind behind his head, and a sturdy wooden stick popped out of the wall and struck at the back of his head.

Chen Qi took a sliding step, and his body was slightly on one side, making this stick empty.

But then, another stick popped out of the wall not far below his feet and smashed into his knee.

Chen Qi's body gave way again and avoided it.

The rest of the journey was much the same as before.

In the narrow alley, on both sides of the wall, I don't know how many such sticks have been installed.

The time and position of the sticks are irregular.

If you are someone else, you need not only to have a clever body, super reaction speed, but also a strong physique to fight these sticks.

Chen Qi didn't need it, although the further he went, the faster and heavier the speed of the stick he hit.

But all of this has no effect on Chen Qi.

The only thing he needed to do was tap his toes, and his figure floated away like a ghost.

A little more, and it appeared ghostly a few feet ahead.

Speaking of which, if he wanted to, he only had to keep moving forward, and the sticks in this wooden alley would not have time to be beaten.

Of course, he wouldn't.

His speed is based on the average speed required by the Shaolin disciples who have crossed the Woodman Alley before, and he can win a little bit more.

After the wooden man alley, it is the bronze man array.

Eighteen bronze formations.

This time, it is no longer the wooden man in the alley, but a real Shaolin disciple.

Of course, these Shaolin disciples are all unborn monks who are raised in the temple.

They won't really go all out, but they will just join forces to test the strength of their disciples according to a given strength to see if they are qualified to go down the mountain.

If they are qualified, they will be let go down the mountain, and if they are not qualified, they will stay, insist on leaving, yes, the dog hole in the back wall will wait.

Seeing the eighteen bronze figures, Chen Qi couldn't help but have a strange expression, these guys were really the same as on the TV he had seen before, the whole body was golden yellow, as if it had been brushed with a layer of gold paint.

However, Chen Qi knew that it was not what gold paint they had painted, but the martial arts they cultivated.

Shaolin Golden Bell Jar!

Only by cultivating the golden bell jar can you have a chance to become a Shaolin bronze man.

Like Muren Alley, Chen Qi's passage of the Bronze Man Array is very simple, and he can pass it with his own method.

But he didn't want to show this weird way in Shaolin, and all the way over, he used Shaolin boxing.

【Mighty King Kong Palm】【Thousand Hands Kannon Pose】

The [Mighty Vajra Palm] cooperated with the [Thousand Hands Guanyin Style] to perform, and in an instant, Chen Qi seemed to have four more arms.

Whether it was inside the formation or outside the formation, Chen Qi was seen waving his six arms, breaking a path among the eighteen bronze figures.

"[Thousand Hands Guanyin Style] six arms come out together, I can't imagine that Hui Neng has such an understanding in this exercise!"

Because of Chen Qi's special identity, this time the Muren Alley and the Bronze Man Array were not like others, many disciples were watching, except for the relevant personnel, no one was present, and even before that, the entire venue was sealed.

Seeing Chen Qi in the bronze man array, his expression became strange.

[Thousand-Armed Guanyin Style] is just a legend even in the Shaolin Temple, and for countless generations, cultivators have only been able to increase the speed of their shots at most, and conjure up the shadow of the Dao arm.

But it is impossible to be like Chen Qi, who instantly conjured four arms and turned into the legendary six arms, each arm has a physical attack power, and can even perform different moves.

In his eyes, it was no different from a miracle.

"The sixth elder brother has indulged in his talents, especially has an extraordinary understanding of the [Thousand Hands Guanyin Style], and has been immersed in it for ten years, even the energy poured into the [Mighty Vajra Palm] is far inferior to this exercise, so he will have such an achievement. ”

Said sincerely and lightly.

"I see!"

Zhikong didn't say anything more, just nodded.

Under Chen Qi's six-armed attack, the eighteen bronze formations were quickly penetrated.

It's not that the eighteen bronze men are useless, but Chen Qi's attack methods are really incomprehensible, and they are beyond their imagination, plus Chen Qi secretly performed the strange footwork of the illusion demon crossing the void, which led to the fact that in the eyes of others, he swept with six arms, and easily penetrated the bronze man array.

Of course, this person, in addition to the emptiness and sincerity, is only eighteen bronze people.

It wasn't until Chen Qi had penetrated the eighteen bronze men that they reacted.

But it didn't help anymore.

sent away the eighteen bronze people who were still a little stupid, and only Chen Qi and the two great monks were left in the field.

"Next, it's Dragon Tiger Ding!"

Chen Qi glanced at the Zhicheng Monk, the Zhicheng Monk smiled and nodded, and said to the Zhikong.

Zen Master Zhikong nodded and said to the two of them, "Come with me!"

Dragon Tiger Ding!!

This is Chen Qi's goal.

It's just that neither Zhikong nor Zhicheng understand this.

This is a strange world, at least in Chen Qi's eyes.

A low-martial world with inferior vitality, that's all, but after ten years of cultivation, Chen Qi found an extremely strange world, this world doesn't seem to be inferior, but there is too little vitality for cultivating internal qi, and in the vitality of this world, there seems to be another thing.

If you change to an ordinary martial artist, you will never find this problem.

However, while Chen Qi was cultivating martial arts, he was also cultivating the [Soul Shifting Dafa], this kind of strange martial arts inherited from the [Nine Yin True Scripture] was not simply cultivating internal qi and vitality, but mixed with a spiritual cultivation method.

It may be very subtle, but it is very orthodox.

As his cultivation deepened, he clearly felt that the vitality of this world was filled with a strange energy, and this energy was extremely useful for his [Soul Shifting Dafa] cultivation.

Even, he had pushed his Soul Transfer Dafa to an incredible realm, and not only that, but he also clearly felt his spiritual power.

(End of chapter)