"I see, it seems that I really underestimated Shaolin!" muttered to himself in a low voice, and Wang Hao also became serious. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is actually its own Northern Darkness True Qi in this earth, from the beginning to the present, Wang Hao is sure that he has not made a single move, so it is self-evident where this True Qi comes from. It must be the internal force of his own palm, as for why it is underground, I am afraid it was dispersed by them.

Sure enough, you can't underestimate the people of this world, especially the big Shaolin in this martial arts, to be precise, it should be the Bodhidharma Patriarch who laughed at the year. Now that he knew why his dragon descending palm was not successful, Wang Hao did not plan to continue to use this palm method.

The dragon palm is useless, the Northern Spiritual Skill is not very effective, Wang Hao really has no good way to deal with it for a while, and suddenly, a light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes. "I've been practicing for so long, and it's time to experiment once."

Wang Hao took advantage of the chaos, glanced back, and found that there was an old monk standing next to Zhang Wuji, his eyes tightened, but then he saw that there was no movement, and he was relieved. His gaze continued to scan and he found what he was looking for.

"Ho!" Wang Hao stretched out one hand and waved it in the direction of his target, and then the thing flew into Wang Hao's hand.

"Dragon wrestler? First the dragon palm, and now the dragon catcher. You, the master, are you a beggar? The old monk was also shocked when he saw Wang Hao's movements, and then told the origin of Wang Hao's martial arts.

"I really don't know what sect the master is. But don't say that the master is a beggar, otherwise he will definitely get angry. The master hates people saying that he has poor taste in clothes, and if you say that he is a beggar, doesn't that mean that he wants to eat flowers, let alone that. Zhang Wuji still has a good impression of this old monk, at least until now. This monk didn't say that the master was not, and he also analyzed it for himself until now. Even if he is a Shaolin monk, he is much better than the abbot.

On the other side, the abbot heard Wang Hao's movements, although he was startled, he didn't expect such martial arts. But when he saw what Wang Hao got, he also smiled. "I thought it was some kind of divine weapon, but I didn't expect it to be such a thing, does he still want to use this to defeat our Shaolin Bronze Man Array?"

It is not used for empty ridicule, but the empty wisdom beside him is not so optimistic, this Wang Hao is not a fool, the internal force of the dragon descending palm just now is definitely not an opponent for himself, and now he has changed his move, using this kind of martial arts to get something that is not useful. Sora Chi can't rest assured.

Not only was it empty and empty, but everyone present, including the old monk and Zhang Wuji, was also startled when they saw what Wang Hao got in their hands, and they didn't understand why.

The thing in Wang Hao's hand is indeed as empty as the empty news said, it is not a divine weapon, but a wooden sword.

Not bad. It was a wooden sword, of course, it wasn't Wang Hao's mistake. Rather, his goal was the wooden sword. Since he left Wudang Mountain, he later joined the Emei faction, and now he has gone to Shaolin. During the daily long journey, Zhang Wuji is exercising Ling Bo's micro-steps and internal strength, and Wang Hao will naturally not be lazy.

These days, Wang Hao has been practicing swordsmanship. Because I saw the Heavenly Sword on Wudang Mountain. Wang Hao had already made up his mind to get the sword, so there was no suitable sword to use. So he found a piece of wood to imitate the size and weight of this Yitian sword, and Wang Hao practiced this wooden sword as Yitian.

Every man has his own heroic dream when he is a child, and Wang Hao is no exception. When I saw a TV novel as a child. Wang Hao dreamed of being able to go to the end of the world with a sword, and break into the rivers and lakes with a sword, one person and one horse. But since he grew up, Wang Hao also knew that this was a dream, and gradually forgot about it.

But when the four famous people were arrested, Wang Hao saw the sword of the god catcher, and also saw the sharpness and power of the swordsmanship. Wang Hao remembered the dream that belonged to him again, and since then, Wang Hao has been thinking about learning swordsmanship. At that time, because of the rush of time, Wang Hao did not study for long under the god catcher, but only got some fur.

The cheats of catching gods are just ordinary swordsmanship, and Wang Hao also copied them, but unfortunately it is not very useful, so he didn't study it too seriously. And when he saw Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang, Wang Hao thought that Zhang Sanfeng could create his own Tai Chi, why couldn't he be.

The god of capture can use the ordinary to the extreme swordsmanship to create his own sword and appreciate the nature of the world, so why can't he be? Worse than them? Wang Hao never thought so, at least after getting the system, Wang Hao never thought that he was worse than anyone else.

Wudang, Emei, God Catcher, Wang Hao got a lot of swordsmanship from these people and studied it. Along the way, Wang Hao also slowly became familiar with these swords and practiced.

"Although the sword is a wooden sword, in my heart, this is the Heavenly Sword, a divine weapon, and the sharpest sword in the world." Wang Hao took this wooden sword, raised his hand from the hilt, and slowly stroked the tip of the sword, the speed was very slow, and it was very inconsistent with the form in the field.

The eighteen bronze men naturally won't miss such an opportunity, since you don't dodge, isn't it the best opportunity, just go straight to it. Faced with the arrival of these long sticks, Wang Hao didn't care at all, as if only the sword in his hand still existed in his heart.

When the wooden stick arrived in front of Wang Hao's eyes, Wang Hao glanced up, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as if it was not a weapon that immediately touched him, not a wooden stick but cotton.

At this moment, everyone present held their breath and stared at the situation in this situation. Everyone knew that the next moment was the moment when this long stick knocked down Wang Hao, and they didn't dare to blink their eyes. But then, everyone closed their eyes.

It's not that they don't want to look at it, but at that moment, everyone's eyes flashed, as if they saw the scorching sun in the sky and couldn't look directly, so they could only close their eyes to avoid this flash.

This light was very short, short only for everyone to blink, and when the eyes opened again, everyone couldn't believe their eyes, and they all wondered if they were hallucinating after being flashed.

The sound of fighting on the field has stopped, and all that remains is the sound of breathing. Everyone looked up, Wang Hao was still in the same posture just now, as if he hadn't moved at all. On the other side, the eighteen bronze figures all fell to the ground, very different from the appearance in the previous formation.

"How is that possible...... Unexpectedly, with one move, he ......" The abbot of Kongwen also saw this scene, and kept muttering that this was impossible, and the arm was still a little trembling. (To be continued.) )