The senior monks of Shaolin Temple came out together, the weakest one is also a master of strength, and the strong one is a half-step grandmaster who has stepped into the strong grandmaster with half a foot!

However, in the face of Bata, the number one powerhouse of Yunlong Dao in Thailand, the fifth-level shaman Mocha of Trumby, Africa, and the group of senior monks of Shaolin Temple had no power to resist at all.

The entire Shaolin Temple was surrounded by a hundreds of meters long and incomparably brilliant silver light, but any ancient warrior who dared to try to escape from the Shaolin Temple would be seriously injured by this brilliant silver light.

Batana's violent momentum swept through the entire Shaolin Temple, like a magic mountain, collapsing violently, crushing the ancient warriors in the Shaolin Temple to turn pale.

"Li Ling, you fanatic!!

"The memorial service of Shaolin Temple has just ended, are you Li Ling going to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"Master Rufa, this Li Ling is crazy, you must stop him!"

Outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, hundreds of ancient warriors gathered together with frightened faces, and looked at the Rufa Master standing at the gate of the Daxiong Treasure Hall one by one.

"Amitabha!"

Master Rufa's face was heavy, he couldn't understand how Li Ling could suddenly make a move to dominate the ancient martial arts world, all of this was too sudden.

"Boom!"

The earth shook, and a burly figure walked slowly from a distance, rolling vigorously, like an air dragon.

Bata's eyes were indifferent, and with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall step by step.

He surrendered to Li Ling, and his heart was naturally reluctant to be angry, and now that Li Ling asked him to deal with the Huaxia Ancient Warrior, he naturally transferred the anger in his heart to the Huaxia Ancient Warrior.

"Bata, this is Huaxia, don't be rampant!" Master Rufa snorted coldly, folded his hands, and roared in a low voice: "Please, Luohan!"

"Rohan, please?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't tell me that there are Arhats in the Shaolin Temple!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, the Vajra Arhat below the Buddha suddenly moved.

"Divine jade puppet?"

"Uh, the jade puppet can still be used in fight?"

"Hell knows!"

"Bata is a strong grandmaster, can this divine jade puppet stop it?"

"Believe in the abbot of Rufa, otherwise, we will all be unlucky!"

The Vajra Arhat is three meters tall, with a golden body, a pair of angry eyes that seem to have spirituality, and there is a violent aura flowing in it, holding a magic wand, and striding towards Bata.

"Puppet?"

Looking at the vajra arhat who was striding forward, the smile on the corner of Bata's mouth did not decrease, and he shouted, and his figure disappeared abruptly.

"Boom!"

The Vajra Arhat strode into the air, and the pitch-black wand in his hand roared out.

A deafening explosion sounded, and the violent energy swept in all directions, and the terrifying rift, centered at the feet of the Vajra Arhat, spread in all directions, even the Mahavira Treasure Hall shook violently.

"Retreat!!"

"Let's go!"

The battle ripples of the Grandmaster powerhouse are not at all something that ordinary martial artists can withstand.

Bata only made a tentative move, which had already caused such a terrifying aftermath of the battle, and once he shot with all his might, the onlookers would inevitably be spared.

The raging ripples of battle, like a tsunami, swept in all directions.

Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, may be destroyed.

No one dares to underestimate the combat power of the Grandmaster powerhouse!

With an anxious look on his face, Master Rufa folded his hands and kept chanting the Buddha's name.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, a silver light fell from the sky, like a long snake, wrapped around the whole body of the Vajra Arhat, just like the rope of the immortal in the mythological story.

"Boom!"

Bata let out a low roar, and the figure suddenly appeared in front of the head of the Vajra Arhat, and his right hand carried a terrifying energy and pressed it on the other party's head.

As soon as the palm fell, Vajra Arhat's head exploded.

It's a pity that this Vajra Arhat is a puppet, not a living thing, as long as the spirit jade is not broken, he can fight endlessly.

Of course, if the Vajra Arhat is badly damaged, that's a different story.

The destruction of the skull did not affect the combat effectiveness of the Vajra Arhat in the slightest, and his ink-black wand turned into an afterimage and smashed into Bata's chest.

Mocha was suspended in the air, his right hand flickering, and the brilliant silver light was sometimes extremely hard, like a spear, piercing through the body of the Vajra Arhat. Sometimes it is as soft as a rope, and it binds its body.

In just three minutes, the terrifying King Kong Arhat turned into a pile of scrapped black iron.

Bata's aura was awe-inspiring, his eyes were shining with dazzling brilliance, staring at the Daxiong Treasure Hall not far away, and he snorted, "If you come to the Buddha?"

"Boom!"

The right foot was raised, and it slammed on the ground, and the earth was like a stormy wave, and a wave of soil several meters high swept towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Presumptuous !!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a rumbling sound swept from inside the Scripture Pavilion.

The person who spoke out was not Master Nianlong, but another monk with an old face and an incomparably deep breath.

"Shaolin Temple really has a strong grandmaster, but unfortunately, it's too old!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Mocha's mouth, looking at the angry old monk in the distance, and said with a smile: "Old monk, your blood is in tatters, it's better to hide obediently aside, otherwise, today will be your death!"

"Go back!"

"Roar!"

Just like the roar of the divine lion, another old monk suddenly appeared outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall and roared angrily at the sweeping earth waves.

"Shaolin, lion roar!"

Bata's eyes lit up, and he looked at the old monk who suddenly appeared in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and destroyed the earth waves with a roar, and said loudly: "Old bald donkey, you are old, and you still come out to find death!"

"Amitabha, the donor should not use force in front of the Buddha!" the old monk folded his hands and spoke in a calm tone.

"Hahahaha!"

Bata raised his head and laughed, "Old bald donkey, I will use force in front of this broken Buddha statue, what can he do to me? Or can you help me?"

Although the two old monks who just appeared were strong grandmasters, they were too old, and their blood was dilapidated, even if they forcibly attacked, they were only a little stronger than the extreme half-step grandmaster, and in the face of the strong grandmaster with strong blood, they were naturally inferior.

Therefore, Bata is not afraid of the two old monks at all.

"Amitabha, the donor is too angry, why don't you stay in Shaolin, and the old man preaches the scriptures and praises the Buddha for the donor every day!" the old monk smiled and looked up, his wrinkled face glowing with a strange luster.

"Get out of the way, if not, I'll tear down your old bones!" Bata's eyes fiercely stared at the old monk who was blocking the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Senior brother, why bother with this barbarian!" Another old monk clasped his hands together and turned into an afterimage, and also appeared outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, his eyes flashing with a cold color, staring at the cold face of Bata, and the sneering Mocha suspended in the air.

"You, it's the exploding monk Cifei!" Mocha, who was suspended in mid-air, suddenly spoke, looking at the hot-tempered old monk.