Wen Xiaotian smiled and said nothing, as if these things had nothing to do with him at all. Because of these monks, it's really annoying, and the most annoying of them is the new version of Yu's mother, no, it's the new version of Xiaoao, Shaolin Temple has become the Eagle Temple because of copyright, and the place has changed......

Your sister, you thieves, do you still want to let the heavenly grandmother sleep on the road? Talking about "listing", "trademark" and the like, it's really nonsense.

Think about it, which listed company's trademark appears in the work, will be accused of infringement? However, this group of monks did this kind of thing. What to consecrate a prostitute or something, it's just trivial. Tsk, no matter how beautiful the movie is, it can't wipe the ass that has fallen into history.

Jin Yong beautified again...... Shenma has martial arts in the world out of Shaolin, and in the end he himself was pitted by Shaolin, purely self-inflicted.

So how can you get Wen Xiaotian to have a good impression of them?

After Wen Xiaotian lost his good impression of people, his attitude was to completely ignore them - hatred is also an emotion, but Wen Xiaotian's attitude towards them is not hatred but ignorance, and it is simply as if they do not exist. Gu Mozhi was in the crowd of Shaolin Temple, and naturally he also saw Wen Xiaotian.

Then Kumachi's first thought was to run, and he did.

Now there is a dead man incident in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as a first-class heavy place in the Shaolin Temple, there are dead people, and there are three of them, which makes the people of the Shaolin Temple a little crazy about \ one \ book \ read \ novel xstxt, who still remembers who Gu Mozhi is? Gu Mozhi went out of the Shaolin Temple very smoothly, and then he "bumped into" an acquaintance who was not familiar.

Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu sat on a recliner, carried by a group of disciples. This group of disciples and Ding Chunqiu are together, just like a group of clowns who jump off the beam, and they are crowned by monkeys. They blow and blow, and the sycophants are like a tide, and there is no duplicate along the way. On the sycophant, you say that they are talents, and there is no mistake at all.

Gongs, drums, suona, and colorful flags, flying together, Aunt Baiyun must be envious when she sees it.

"Kumachi?"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Ding Chunqiu called out the name of Gu Mozhi. Kumachi clasped his hands together, recited an Amitabha, and continued walking. He really didn't want to deal with this villain. It's just that Ding Chunqiu doesn't want to let him go-the dignified old immortal of the stars, are you still afraid that you won't be a monk?

Ding Chunqiu's body showed his skills and blocked Gu Mozhi's way, hehe, he laughed weirdly.

Clouds of green smoke with some sporadic points of light sparkled towards Harumachi. Gu Mozhi snorted coldly, and looked down on Ding Chunqiu's attack quite a bit. Ding Chunqiu's attack is very good-looking, with the usual gorgeousness of the Carefree School, but are you using poison well?

With poison, it is naturally silent, colorless and tasteless is the best, you make it so good-looking, is it because you are afraid that the poor monk will not know that you are using poison and hidden weapons?

"Humph!"

Gu Mozhi went directly to the flame knife, and after a few sneers, the smoke dissipated, and Ding Chunqiu's sleeves were torn open. The attack power of the Flame Knife is indeed powerful enough. Although when he was in Dali, Gu Mozhi was beaten by Wen Xiaotian and lost his temper, but people will sum up the lessons afterwards, so now, it is even more powerful.

Ding Chunqiu, he can only hehe.

At this time, in the Zangjing Pavilion, the Arhat array had been opened, and groups of monks with sticks had set up a posture. Wen Xiaotian took a deep breath, his eyes burning with raging flames......

Satisfied.

So satisfied.

It's a hands-on rhythm.

Wen Xiaotian was worried that he couldn't find some reason, so he cleaned up these monks, and they sent them to the door themselves. Wen Xiaotian laughed out loud and said to a monk in the Luohan Hall: "This punch of mine will beat you into a stretching big character!" After Wen Xiaotian finished speaking, he made a move.

"Bang."

Wen Xiaotian started instantly, and then his fist fell, hitting the monk's body, the monk's body twitched, the seven orifices bled out, and the internal organs had been broken by a force.

Wen Xiaotian was not satisfied with such an effect, and then he could only change people and come again.

He's too loose and needs to practice, and now is the best chance.

An Arhat array is enough for him to play.

"Bang."

Fail.

"Bang."

"Bang."

Every move is a tempering. Every time you punch, the strength will be condensed. This kind of progress can be felt by Wen Xiaotian himself. After all, this kind of progress has become obvious because it is too powerful. Wen Xiaotian kept attacking.

Soon the Arhat Formation became a group of sleeping Arhats who staggered around.

There were no skin injuries on these people's bodies, and everyone seemed to be drunk and asleep. Then Wen Xiaotian set his eyes on those old monks.

"Shaft, it's too much to deceive people."

The great monks finally made a move, and it was a group attack. Although they knew that the Arhat Formation couldn't deal with the men, they were definitely not opponents. But at this time, don't they do it? Shaolin's face is already wooden, and there is a fart in the inside!

Above!

Bang bang bang.

Three rings in a row.

Wen Xiaotian still uses the power of "beating people like hanging paintings". Someone was injured earlier because he didn't control his power well. Now with the deepening of power control and the enhancement of opponents, the control of this kind of strength has become more and more handy, and it has gradually become cohesive.

He believes that if someone accompanies him to practice like this for four or five years, he will definitely adapt to the strength of this body. When the time comes, the strength of his whole body will be converging into strength, and his combat power will be doubled.

The difference between iron ore and special steel is the difference.

A group of people can exert the power of 100,000 catties, and one person can exert the strength of 100,000 catties, which is different. The strength of a group of people seems to be great, but it is not cohesive, not concentrated, and only when it is a tug-of-war, can it have some effect. But even if it is a tug-of-war, the strength of 100,000 catties of a group of people cannot pull out a person with 80,000 catties of strength.

That's the gap.

Can a thousand catties of cotton and a thousand catties of steel be the same? When a thousand catties of steel are compared with a thousand catties of enriched uranium, they are simply slag.

The same is true for strength and strength.

Shuttling between this group of monks, some monks were constantly flying, some were hung on the wall, and they were pressed hard, and they could actually hold a few breaths in the shape of big characters on the wall. This is because Wen Xiaotian's strength has not cultivated to the home, otherwise with his strength foundation, it is possible to let people stay on the wall for a few hours.

If Wen Xiaotian could let others stay on the wall for a few hours, what about himself? Isn't that Spider-Man? No matter how high you are, you can fly.

Wen Xiaotian's thoughts in his heart were endless, and his subordinates were merciless.

The monks went one after the other.

Later, Wen Xiaotian's attack power became smaller, but his control became more and more powerful. Some of the monks were stopped by a punch, and some were hung on the wall by a punch. After recovering, it is rushed up again and hung again. Xiao Feng's father and son, who were watching the battle, were already stunned.

Is this still martial arts? No, this is simply immortal law. A simple punch can make people change their shape at will, just like when Wen Xiaotian beat a monk, he said that he should take three steps back and sit on the ground, but as a result, the other party really took three steps back and sat down with a punch.

They saw it all right before their eyes.

An ordinary punch seems to have obtained the mystery of the natural avenue, and you will do what you want. In simplicity, it reveals a kind of truth that the avenue is invisible and the avenue is simple. It's just that after a while, these monks stopped rushing, and Wen Xiaotian was depressed for a while.

"Forget it, if you don't fight...... Let's go, then. ”

This time, there was no one in the way. After witnessing this fabulous scene just now, the Jianghu Haoqiang who came in from outside automatically gave way. The culture of martial arts, in fact, has never had anything to do with what heroes are not heroes, and the culture of martial arts is actually the culture of the strong.

If Guo Jing didn't have the Nine Yin True Scripture and didn't have the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, would he still be the great man of chivalry? No, at that time, he could only be a ****.

In the final analysis, Guo Jing still has the power and connections.

This is the rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes talk to you about the strength of the teacher and the teacher, and the rivers and lakes never talk to you about what kind of chivalrous man. Guo Jing wanted to talk about this, and some people listened, and a good story was circulated, that was because of his strength, he was already a top master. The prestige of the top master, let him fart, and some people applauded.

And now Wen Xiaotian's strength is still the power of the world? Even if the internal strength is great, it is just to stop people, how can you beat people to the wall, let people stick to the wall, and fix them?

Although it didn't take long, and the effort came down in a while, it was amazing enough.

This is not martial arts.

Because there is nothing in martial arts that can defy gravity, light martial arts are just a means of tricks.

Of course, Wen Xiaotian wouldn't tell them, in fact, hanging paintings is not against gravity, it's just that the remaining energy in their bodies is still working. This is the difference between strength and force. The force disappears with the disappearance of your action. The strength is also the struggle of the form.

That is, when your movements stop, so does your power.

But the description of strength is the vein of force.

It's like pouring water.

You pour water on top of a tube, and when you're done, the water is still flowing down. It's such a simple truth, but it's not simple for someone to do it.

Under the admiring and fearful gaze of the martial arts heroes, Wen Xiaotian walked out of the Shaolin Temple.

Shirahako is waiting there.

She stood at the top of the gate of the Shaolin Temple, watching all the time. After Wen Xiaotian came out, she fell down and approached Wen Xiaotian. said: "It's the first time I've seen a beating like a painting. In reality, although those people practice very well, they can really hang on the wall, but there is not a single one. ”

In the martial arts circle in reality, Bai Yezi has a lot to say, because she is also one of them.