"It's the same peak, and the mental method is not the same, which has caused the gap between me and you, and the martial arts attainment, I have thrown you a few streets, what do you probe? If I take half a step back, even if I lose!" As soon as Shi finished speaking, he saw the figure of the old monk of the three paths around the top of the knife's head, and the cyan palm with the size of the grinding plate slapped towards his Tianling Gai. But he didn't raise his eyes, and with a flick of his right arm, three dark cyan palm shadows instantly separated into three dark cyan palm shadows to block them, and he saw that the three cyan palms with the size of a grinding disc seemed to be condensed by smoke, and they immediately dissipated into the air after a slight impact, and then he saw a figure vomiting blood and flying out, who was not that Huiming. "Senior Brother Huiming!" shouted loudly, but saw a person flying out of the group of old monks, caught Huiming with one hand, and then landed lightly on the ground. "Amitabha, the first Huigen of the Precept Academy asks this little benefactor for advice!" After speaking, he gently sent that Huiming into the group of old monks, and with a wave of his legs, he had already come to the knife. Immediately after that, his body spun, his legs followed like a shadow, and the infinite leg shadows pierced towards his major vital points. The knife is not leaking, the two dark cyan palms "pop", "pop", "pop" and "pop" keep ringing, and the body is like a rooted green pine, not taking half a step back, the corners of the mouth are curled, and it is easy.

Seeing that there was no result, Huigen's body flipped back lightly in mid-air, landed on one foot a little, and came to the left side of the knife with a "whoosh" sound, twisted his waist, and threw a punch towards his left ribs.

But the knife was still unhurried, his right arm was thrown to the left, it was also a punch, this punch was not only a ripple, and the air was shattered into pieces like tofu.

"Bang!" the two fists finally collapsed together, and at the moment they collided, a spherical hole appeared around them, which was the result of the air being shaken open in an instant. Obviously, one of the fists was clearly on the top and stayed where it was, while the owner of the other fist flew out.

Just when Huigen was about to fall to the ground, he saw the shadow of his leg flashing again, and the five figures spun their legs on the ground, so as to remove the domineering blow of the knife, but seeing that he covered his right shoulder with his left hand and shook his right arm slightly, it was obvious that he suffered a lot from that blow.

"Hmph!" A muffled snort, Huigen's leg shadow flashed again, but this time it spiraled straight in mid-air, straight to the front of the knife's chest. It was almost to the extreme, but it was light, and the air did not ripple at all, his arms were forward, his palms were clenched, his middle fingers were merged, his fingertips emitted immeasurable golden light, and his whole body rotated at high speed, like a golden drill, and came to him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that this more powerful blow was about to be in danger, the knife was like a torch, and two golden lights shot out of his eyes in vain, and his right palm was held in the void, and his middle finger instantly popped out and poked at the tip of the high-speed rotating golden drill.

"Ding!" A sound of gold and iron clashing resounded all around, and the golden drill bit only advanced slightly for half a minute, and then lost the possibility of another point, and was immediately bounced into the air by the small golden finger. The knife didn't stop, the leg shadow swung, it was already in mid-air, one leg was imprinted on Huigen's chest, as if it was originally placed there, weird and light, and then the body was also spinning, the feet swung one after another, turning into countless leg shadows on his body, like a shadow, until he was kicked in front of the group of old monks and then lightly to his chest, the body floated back lightly, and returned to its original position.

"Huigen!" shouted a few times, it turned out that the group of old monks caught Huigen who fell from mid-air, seeing that his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, he hurriedly grabbed him to check his injuries and saw that he was fine, so he said the Buddha name and turned around.

"Amitabha, thank you for your mercy under the legs of the little benefactor. It turns out that the little donor will not only be our Shaolin big stele wrestler, but also one of the seventy-two stunts, the Wei Tuo pestle, the golden shovel finger, and the shadow with the legs have also been cultivated to the realm of the Great Perfection, if you are not a person in our Buddhism, it is estimated that even the Bodhisattva will not believe it!"

The abbot who talked a lot couldn't help but want to explore the bottom of the knife, of course, he couldn't help but ask the curiosity of the monks, at a young age, not only set four Shaolin seventy-two stunts and one, but also cultivated them to the realm of the Great Perfection, which is really incredible, and he may not only have four stunts.

"Do you know how to fake a few tricks to be a disciple of Buddhism? Oh, what Shaolin 72 stunts you are talking about, I just learned to play, it is worthy of being a third-rate in the rivers and lakes, you will learn it, you take them as treasures, I only use them as grass, I can't imagine that you stupid people, you can't even learn all the grass, it seems that my Buddha is not spiritual. ”

"So daring, dare to insult my Buddha, eat my punch!" But the old monk with the hottest temper earlier could no longer hold back the knife again and again, and repeatedly provoked, his palms were clenched into fists, and suddenly there were two metal trills of "Zheng" and "Zheng", and he saw that his arms were filled with bursts of golden light, such as gold, and his right foot stepped on the ground fiercely, "Bang", a big pit appeared on the ground, and the person had disappeared.

"Hui'en be careful!" Seeing Hui'en's violent temper, no one could stop it, so the abbot had to be careful to remind him.

"What a strong King Kong fist, it's worth mentioning the three gods, master!" As soon as the knife voice fell, it was also a fist with both palms, and suddenly the golden light was shining, from the fist to the whole arm, "Zheng", "Zheng", "Zheng", "Zheng", "Zheng",

"Knock", "knock", "knock" are the four fists constantly colliding with each other, the surrounding air is constantly exploding, and then intertwined and twisted together, even the earth was shaken, rumbling, a group of warrior monks retreated and retreated, or were shocked to the ground, untenable, it can be seen how heavy their fists are, how heavy, how domineering.

"Hmph!" A muffled snort came, it was the collision of the last blow, Hui En's arms could no longer withstand such a domineering and deep impact, starting from the fist, it actually puffed up a wave of ripples that spread to the arms until the whole body, as the muffled snort just fell, it was shocked out, and his feet ploughed out two deep scratches on the ground, until he retreated in front of the group of old monks, and was dragged by them together, before stopping. Until the golden light of his arms dissipated, he couldn't lift his hands, and he was so numb that he lost any sensation, as if it wasn't his own arm.

"The first of the Suwen Dharma Academy has devoted himself to the study of the Great Vajra Fist, and he has already practiced it to the Great Perfection, and now it seems that it is nothing more than Erer!" The provocative words, the knife never stopped, and the old monks on the opposite side now had nothing to say except snorting coldly.

It was the abbot who took a step forward and asked: "It is really incredible that the little benefactor's powerful vajra fist has been practiced to such a realm, I think it has already surpassed the Great Perfection and reached the realm of heaven and heaven that the founder of this fist, the Dharma Patriarch, can have, otherwise, how can he easily repel Hui En's vajra fist that has studied to the Great Perfection all his life." ”

Hearing this, the corner of the knife's mouth grinned, and he said with a smile: "Hahahaha, why do you don't cultivate the realm of this old bald donkey, and your foundation is mediocre, how can He De become the host of this Shaolin, it turns out that his eyesight is not bad, and he can see at a glance the extraordinaryness of my powerful King Kong boxing, powerful, powerful." In fact, this is thanks to my stupid junior brother, if it weren't for his more than ten years of practicing the Great Vajra Fist, and I kept mentioning the points on the side, I would have been able to prove the shortcomings of the Dzogchen and reach the realm of heaven outside the sky. ”

The abbot's eyes narrowed when he heard this: "Amitabha, it turns out that the little donor also has a junior brother, and the old man is even more curious, what kind of characters can create your pair of brothers with such great power today." ”

Xiaodao smiled: "Okay, you bald donkey, you haven't forgotten my bottom until now, where do you look like a monk, old fox!"

When the group of monks heard this, they all said the Buddha name in unison, and then they stopped talking, thinking that there was no way to hold a knife, you look at me, I will look at you.

"Don't talk nonsense anymore, I'm still the same sentence, whoever can force me back half a step today will lose even if I lose, otherwise you have to admit that Shaolin is a third-rate sect!"