The yellow-faced old monk let out a roar, looked at Wang Ji and said, "The donor went to Shaolin at night, why?" ”

Wang Ji chuckled and said, "In Xia Jiuwen Shaolin Temple, there is a set of exercises for joining forces to attack, called 'King Kong Demon Circle'. It is said that the power of this skill is amazing, there is the ability to subdue demons and demons, and it is good at martial arts in the next life, and it is curious in my heart, so I came to learn one or two. ”

The yellow-faced old monk said curiously: "This 'King Kong Demon Circle' is the kung fu that the three of my brothers and sisters have been sitting in meditation for 30 years, and they have never been performed on the rivers and lakes. Where did the donor learn about this skill? ”

Wang Ji's heart was spinning, and he smiled: "It was Master Yuanzhen who told me." ”

The yellow-faced old monk glared at him and said, "Yuanzhen? ”

Wang Yu nodded and said, "Yes." Master Yuanzhen told me that his three uncles and ancestors crossed the doom, crossed the catastrophe, and crossed the three Zen masters, sat in Zen for 30 years, and realized a peerless study called "King Kong Demon Circle", which can be called the most martial arts today. After listening to it, I was not convinced, and I came to ask for advice. ”

The yellow-faced old monk said: "My Shaolin monks practice martial arts, but they are to lean into the body, subdue demons and eliminate demons, not to compete with others. The donor should please go back. ”

Wang Ji said: "What if I don't go back? ”

The yellow-faced old monk recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha." He bowed his head and recited the scriptures, not talking to Wang Ji.

Seeing that Sandu no longer cared about himself, Wang Wei said, "Can the three tell me which one is the Zen Master of Doom, which one is the Tran Master of Doom, which one is the Zen Master of Doom, and which one is the Zen Master of Doom?" ”

The yellow-faced old monk said: "The old man is called Doom, this white-faced junior brother, the Dharma name is Doom, and this black-faced junior brother is Fa name Doom." ”

Wang Ji nodded, and suddenly swooped down in the air, slamming his palm towards the crossing.

Although Wang Ji's attack was sudden, the dry meditation that had been sitting for 30 years had already reached the realm of clarity and clarity. I saw that his left palm stood up, and he flipped out suddenly, and a strong wind struck Wang Ji's lower abdomen.

Wang Ji turned around and unloaded his strength, and used the Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Method to dissolve the palm power, and at this time, the doom and the tribulation also reacted, and the two black ropes were rolled up at the same time. Wang Ji walked around half a circle. The left palm of the catastrophe swung violently, and it hit him silently.

Wang Ji saw a move between the three pine trees, and suddenly made a move in the ground, "See the dragon in the field", and a strong palm force flew towards Du Er. Du Er turned his head sideways to avoid it, but his face was still hurt by the palm wind, and he shouted: "Good boy! The black rope trembled, turned into two circles, and covered Wang Ji's head from mid-air.

Wang Ji's body was like a flying arrow, avoiding the rope circle, and rushed towards the robbery. The more he fought, the more frightened he became, only to feel that the air flow around his body seemed to gradually condense into glue under the agitation of the three black ropes and the three palm winds. The three monks not only have exquisite tricks, but also have incomparably strong internal strength. At the beginning of Wang Ji, seventy percent of the defense, there were still three percent of the offensive, and when he fought to more than 200 moves, he gradually felt that the true qi in the body was not pure, and he had to defend only and not attack, in order to protect himself.

He got Zhang Wuji's Jiuyang Divine Skill, and his internal strength was inexhaustible, and he became stronger and stronger, but at this time, every move had to consume a lot of internal strength, and he gradually felt that he had no stamina, which was something he had never experienced. even dismantled dozens of tricks, thinking: "If you continue to fight like this, you will only die in vain." You have to find a way to break the game. ”

At the moment, Xiang Du'e made three quick moves, and was about to grab out of the circle, but the circle composed of three black ropes was already similar to an iron wall, and he hit several times, but he was blocked back, and he couldn't get out.

He was shocked in his heart: "These three monks join forces, as if they are one, can they be able to communicate with each other?" ”

Although he knew that the biggest mystery of this "King Kong Demon Circle" was on the "heart-to-heart connection", one person moved his thoughts, and the other two immediately understood, but he didn't want to have such a mystery, as if people had telepathic energy. In fact, the three monks of doom, tribulation, and disaster have been in the fighting room for more than 30 years, and they have devoted themselves to practicing induction, and their minds are as one, which is not a strange thing.

Wang Ji hit at this time, couldn't beat, retreated, couldn't retreat, couldn't help but feel anxious, his spirit was slightly scattered, and his shoulder was swept by the five fingers of the robbery, and the pain entered the bone marrow.

The sudden pain woke up Wang Ji, he knew that it was useless to be anxious, calm down, roll his eyes, and think about it. At the moment, he said loudly: "The three old Zen masters, the younger generation is trapped today, and their lives are difficult to protect, and the eldest husband is dead when he dies. But there is one thing that must be stated......"

Whirring twice, two black ropes struck from the left and right, Wang Ji flicked left and right, turned into strength, and continued: "I came to ask the three Zen masters for advice today, but I was actually asked by Master Yuanzhen......

The three Shaolin monks saw that he was dismantling the tricks in his hands, and at the same time he spoke loudly, this kind of internal cultivation was really beyond his ability, and he couldn't help but become even more jealous. Wang Ji suddenly attacked just now, and he had already formed a big enmity with the three monks, and the three monks saw that he was under siege and could not get out of trouble, so he just took the opportunity to get rid of it, and without saying a word at the moment, Hei Suo and palm power stepped up his actions.

Wang Wei continued: "That Yuan really intends to be the abbot of Shaolin, secretly recruits party henchmen, conspires and plots, and wants to harm the empty monks. He was afraid that the three old Zen masters might be detrimental to him, so he specially asked me to get rid of the three old Zen masters. After the promise is completed, it will be rewarded with easy tendons. ”

The more Du Er and the other three monks listened, the more frightened they became, this matter seemed incredible, but it was not impossible. The black rope in Doom's hand slowed down first.

Wang Ji said again: "The three old Zen masters should know that before Yuan Zhen came to Shaolin to become a monk, his common name was Cheng Kun, and his nickname was Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt, and he was also a well-known number one person in the rivers and lakes back then. If he didn't have other plans, why would he go to Shaolin Temple to become a monk. ”

Du'er snorted, stopped talking, lowered his head and groaned, and said, "There is some truth in what you say. At that time, Cheng Kun was the first to find the old man, and he wanted to worship the old man as a teacher, but the old man never accepted disciples, so he recommended him to worship under the door of the master and nephew of Kongjian. So, was that deliberately arranged? ”

Wang Jian nodded with a smile and said, "No, Yuan Zhen still wants to be the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance." He had a disciple named Chen Youliang, who was an elder of the Eight Bags of the Beggar Gang. Not long ago, he and this disciple killed Shi ......, the leader of the beggar gang," before he could finish speaking, suddenly there was a rumbling sound, and a huge boulder rolled down the left slope, rushing between the three pine trees.

Doom shouted, "Who is it? The black rope swung and snapped twice, striking the cobblestone, only to make the stone chips dance. A figure suddenly sprang out from behind the cobblestone, and quickly and incoherently pounced on Wang Ji, the cold light flashed, and a short knife stabbed him in the throat.

This time down very abruptly, Wang Ji is trying his best to block the robbery, the black rope and fist of the two monks, all of which are not to prevent someone from suddenly sneaking attack, in the darkness only feel the sound of the wind, the tip of the short blade has pierced the throat, and the body stabbed obliquely to the side in the crisis, with a snort, the tip of the knife has cut a large slit in the clothes on his chest, and there is only a slight difference, which is the disaster of disemboweling and breaking the chest. This person missed a blow, and covered himself with the big stone, and rolled out of the circle of the three monks and black ropes.