"After so much rambling, in the end, I still saw the real chapter under my hands. Yang Qi shook her wrist, there were still some tiny cracks in her arm bones that had not healed, but this could not stop her fighting spirit. The two monks on the other side are not weak, and they feel more difficult to deal with than the old Taoist priest who has a false appearance, so they must show some fighting appearance.

With two clicks, she tore off the sleeve that had been somewhat torn by the lion's roar just now, revealing a pair of fair, slender but powerful arms. From a gown to a sleeveless shirt, this outfit is close to when he was fighting black boxing in the ring. She swung her fist and beckoned her right hand to the front, her eyes shining like a gladiator entering the battlefield: "Come on, come on, let's fight!"

"Ah ......" said the first word bitterly, and Yang Qi had disappeared from the same place.

"Mi ......" said the second word bitterly, and Yang Qi had already appeared in the void above him like a phantom.

"Tuo ......" bitterly pronounced the third word, and one leg was slashed like a mad knife in troubled times. As if he didn't need time, a dragon-like kick slammed into his head.

No one could hear the four words of "Buddha ......" bitterly, because they only heard a loud bang, as if the giant spirit god threw a huge rock and smashed the Donghuang Bell, and the deafening roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the loud sound of the shock made all the people near and far tremble with their eardrums. The girls in the world who have experienced the battle of King Kong Gate are mentally prepared, but the hundred and eight Arhats were caught off guard like rabbits hearing the roar of a tiger, and they were all frightened in their hearts, and their hands were even softer.

Boom, the solid bluestone ground of Shaolin was instantly trampled down by two deep footprints, and the cracks spread far away. Like a giant spider's web.

The bitter body only shook slightly. But his face. It's even more bitter.

This blow is really beyond his likeness.

"Okay!" Yang Qi's attack was not finished, and in an extreme time, he turned in the air with the power of the first kick, dripping like a ballet dancing in the air. But there is really an incomparable power and beauty in this ballet, the swishing light and shadow flashed, and the second leg flew out in an instant like a round chain ball, with a whistling sound and a blazing hot wind. He was kicking on the monk's palms.

Bang Dong - buzzing, no one uses sound skills, but the bell of the entire Shaolin Temple seems to be stimulated to resonate with the ringing sound. The wind was turbulent, violently spreading, and the two sleeves burst into scattered cotton threads in an instant.

The golden light on his arms was shining, and it was obvious that he had also cultivated the kung fu of the Vajra Palm and Vajra Arm to a high point. But the Buddha's vajra-like arms squeaked and involuntarily stepped back, and the edge of his palm slammed into his chest, rippling out a second wave of sounds. A red light flashed across his face, and his body shook even more tightly.

"What a twelve-level golden bell jar. Swords and guns are invulnerable, and water and fire are invulnerable—good!" Yang Qi's long hair flew away, and his spirit was flying. Compared to King Kong Ancestor. The old monk's golden bell jar is not only strong, but also has a strong anti-shock force. Every kick on him was like being hit by Zhao Han's killing punch, and the force of the concussive counterattack would break ordinary people's bones and tendons. If the iron cloth shirt is purely physically resistant, then the "golden" system of body protection kung fu is a mixture of the dual defense of the flesh and qigong, which is quite exaggerated.

But—

"If you say that you only get beaten and don't fight back, you can't do it!"

Hmph, Yang Qi fell to the ground. This time, without seeing the momentum just now, she just took a big step. But the pupils of the bitterness immediately constricted, because in this step, the weather was already earth-shattering. If the two feet just now were like a tsunami, the momentum was fierce, but his reef could still block it, then now between this step, there is already an unstoppable feeling.

It seems that the overlord opened up the territory, and the heroism of this step is really not expressible. Power is born from the ground, and the national sorcerer can only exert his strongest strength when he stands on the ground.

One step out, like the earth shaking and volcanic eruption, Yang Qi's momentum rose wildly. Like a giant rampaging through the ancient earth, one kick is the collapse of the sky.

Whoosh, a kick that didn't look so fast, simply kicked out. This simple kick made a defensive change meaningless. The bitter monk felt that the two palms that he was blocking in front of his chest were simply decorations, and in a flash, that foot had been firmly kicked on his chest.

Boom - the cracked air turned into a mass of spreading ripples, shaking up bouncing stone dust on the ground. The old monk's face was bitter, and he was bitter, and his skills had already run to the limit. His face was flushed, but his feet were still uncontrollably sliding backwards. One centimeter, two inches, three feet, four feet—in the rumbling wind, his feet rubbed the ground and retreated sharply.

When he finally stood still, he had retreated to the edge of the Shaolin compound. Behind him was the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and in front of him there were already two deep ravines, and there was smoke under his feet. He straightened his kicked chest slightly, the halo on his chest intertwined, and beyond the golden protective light, a red-gold burning footprint was imprinted there. In the sound of crackling qi hedging, the red golden footprints were gradually worn out after three breaths.

The eyes of the eighteen-old monk immediately widened, and even the angry-eyed monk who was fighting with Mrs. Sanmiao next to him twitched a little at the corner of his eye. The golden bell jar kung fu of the bitter monk is really a unique in the world, if there is no dragon palm and other stunts in the rivers and lakes, even the great master of a hundred years of skill may not be able to repel him lightly. And now, a woman with more than 40 years of skill kicked him three times until he was panting, which was really shocking like ruining the three views.

"Oh?" Yang Qi looked at his feet in surprise, and he had a very different feeling after kicking out just now. She couldn't say it clearly, but she always felt a feeling of being very comfortable, very satisfied with the taste, and everything. It's like, after a long search, trial and error, I finally know the right way to kick this kick.

"Hahaha, it's amazing, it seems that the old monk can only be shamelessly besieged. "Monk Lehaha finally couldn't sit idly by. His big sleeves fluttered, and although he was far away, he still pointed out. This finger did not radiate an incredible offensive and killing energy, and it was not a long-range kung fu like a laser gun like the Six-Vein Divine Sword, but its effect surprised Yang Qi.

Because. Others may not feel it. But in her perception. She was instantly pulled into a world that seemed to be real and illusory. With the tips of the laughing monk's fingers as the pen www.biquge.info, an illusory world suddenly unfolds, intertwined with the real world, and the real and the real are really wonderful.

One-finger Zen, Tongzi Gong, Golden Bell Jar, these kung fu sound very big. But in fact, it is stronger than the monk's robe and demon subduing skills. Tong Zigong and the Golden Bell Jar are extremely powerful, and if they are practiced to the top, they are enough to be proud of the vast majority of martial arts in the world. If the golden bell jar is practiced together with the vajra palm, vajra legs, vajra fingers and other kung fu. If you practice to the twelfth level, you will really be a cow to heaven, only under the complete Vajra incorruptible divine skill.

Wang Chongyang can't use his fingers to engrave words on the stone tablet, but this bitter monk can definitely do it. This does not mean that Wang Chongyang's skills are not as good as this old monk, without him, one is a technical house that plays IT, and the other is a brick moving brother who carries a big bag, and the number of roads is different. Although the technical nerd can show off the salary slip, the brick brother can show off his abdominal muscles, and he has a specialization in the art industry.

And one-finger Zen is even more exaggerated.

This one sounds like using one finger to do an up-and-down movement – I mean push-ups. The real effect is extremely amazing. The name "One Finger Zen" comes from a Buddhist allusion: there was once a Buddhist master. When seekers come to him for clarification, he always gives him only one point, no matter what the situation. After a finger, the seeker suddenly realized, his doubts were solved, and he went away rejoicing. Others can't see the doorway, but they feel that the old monk is tricky and deceitful. But throughout the history of Shaolin, few people have practiced one-finger Zen.

Because the focus of this finger is not on the muscles and bones, not on the strength, not on whether you can stand upside down with one finger. The key to this is spirituality, and in Buddhism, it is equivalent to the comprehension of the Dharma. This is an extremely rare kung fu that focuses on the spiritual realm in the rivers and lakes, and it is no worse than the Nine Yin Soul Dementor of the Nine Yin True Scripture. In the important place of Buddhism, in the solemn place, there will be a greater effect.

The golden bell jar of the bitter monk corresponds to the "forbearance" of Buddhism, and the angry monk is "subduing the demon", and the one-finger Zen of this happy monk corresponds to the "head stick drink". If these three monks are combined, it is really an extremely tricky combination.

"Drink!" bang, there was a muffled sound, and a bald head was kicked into the Shaolin Temple from outside the door, and it was a member of the Arhat array. At the same time, in the sound of shouting and shouting, a scream of pain sounded, and several monks rolled into the gate one after another. After the fierce fight, no one in the world who has improved his body and arm strength has finally been better.

Hmm, Han Bing took the lead and took the lead in rushing into the Shaolin gate.

Wow, Feng Chuxin and Furong were drunk, and one girl after another also rushed in.

At this time, Black Tan once again stole the spotlight, flew up like a baseball, kicked and kicked a monk, and led a group of horses to rumble into the Shaolin Temple. In the fight just now, this group of horses, which are so crazy that they don't look like horses, really contracted a lot of attack output. People shout and neigh, and it is difficult to clean the thousand-year-old temple.

"Hand over that child!" Han Bing snorted coldly, looked up, but saw Yang Qi and the two monks turning into phantoms fighting each other, and smashed open the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a bang while wandering, and actually hit all the way to the treasure hall.

Looking at the other side, the angry monk and Mrs. Sanmiao were fighting. Those who practice Buddhism have a fixed mind and a solid foundation, and will not be lightly affected by the sound of the three wonders. Like the original "a radio drama makes people go away", it is impossible to reproduce it in this angry-eyed monk. But on the other hand, the kung fu of the angry monk with a hard bridge and a hard horse is not right to deal with Sanmiao. The two of them fought all the way to the world, but no one was free to do anything else.

The Arhat formation is broken, the eighteen old bronze men don't get up now like they have flashed their waists, the abbot doesn't know where to run, and the three old monks don't have the strength to take care of other things, isn't it just an opportunity now?

"Search!" Han Bing waved his hand: "Find out the child who was robbed!"

When the girls were about to sharpen their knives and Huo Huo's departure, Wu Zhengfeng suddenly stopped her: "No need." ”

"Lord?" The girls looked back, only to see Wu Zhengfeng just walking over like an ordinary little girl, but the expression on his face was very strict, and he shook his head lightly at the little sisters: "Such a duel is rare in the rivers and lakes, let's take a good look." As for the rest, you don't need to think about it. ”

The girls didn't know why, but there was no doubt about the lord's order, so they nodded their heads and took orders, concentrating on watching the duel between Sanmiao and the angry-eyed monk.

And Wu Zhengfeng did not make a move from beginning to end, but he took a deep look at the depths of the Shaolin courtyard. In the sound of the fighting, there is still a place in the depths of this ancient temple that is still quiet and peaceful. The Buddha call that convinced the audience just now was not issued by any of the three monks in front of him, they did not have such a profound cultivation.

"Shaolin is worthy of being a thousand-year-old faction. Before going down the mountain, I never thought that there were such masters in the world, but I underestimated the heroes of the world. ”

When the tinkling sound in the front yard of Shaolin, in the backyard, an old monk wearing a big red robe was running in a little panic, he was the abbot of Tianming. Shaolin has two veins, both civil and military, and the abbots of the past dynasties have never been the highest martial arts in the Shaolin Temple, but they are the most convincing. The abbot of Tianming, who balances and coordinates the two veins and has a good reputation in the rivers and lakes, can be regarded as a generation of "Ming Lords" who can lead Shaolin to a strong and prosperous generation. But at this time, he started his light work, and ran to the backyard without his feet, looking anxious.

When he turned the corner, a figure suddenly stopped in front of him. He looked up in shock, only to find that it was a colorless monk.

"Senior Brother Abbot (Note: Tianming and Colorless are not of the same generation, they can't be senior brothers.) But the Shaolin generations in the golden book are different from those in reality, and it is impossible to find out who comes first and who comes last. Because Colorless is the first seat of the Luohan Hall and one of the Shaolin Standing Committee, so let's call it that), where are you going?" Tianming stretched out his hand to stop him, blocking Tianming's body.

"Colorless junior brother, don't ask knowingly. ”

"The foolish brother just doesn't know, so I have this question, please ask the senior brother to solve the puzzle. ”

"You-" Tianming said eagerly, "For example, today, the Immortal Heavenly God Sect is powerful, and it has always been eyeing me Shaolin. Moreover, the Mongol-Song conquest could not last, and it would be clear who belonged to the world. There are many new kings who have destroyed Buddhas, but no one has been ruthless enough to slaughter the Mongolian people who slaughter the city at every turn. Nowadays, Shaolin, and even the entire Zen Buddhism, is at a critical juncture of life and death! Wildfires are ignited, and the sea of suffering is surviving, and we can only build ships to protect ourselves. Don't be obsessed anymore, quickly follow me to protect that boy!"

"Alas, Senior Brother Abbot, the foolish brother is a monk halfway, and the Dharma is not refined, so he really shouldn't boast about this. But today's events are not among those who do not understand. Colorless didn't let a single step, pointed to the front yard and said, "Senior brother, listen, this disturbing sound is full of red dust desires." What is the cause of this disturbance? The so-called 'life and death', if Shaolin really wants to die, why will it die? If the temple is demolished, it is not destroyed, and the Buddha statue is destroyed but not destroyed. A Buddha is not a golden body, but an enlightenment. Senior brother, among all the senior brothers, your Dharma is the most profound, don't blind yourself!" (To be continued......

PS: This chapter is 4k, and there is another chapter below. But if you write and change and proofread, I'm afraid it will be sent out tomorrow morning, don't wait for more~~R1292