"Little Prince!"

Luo Pinghai, who was fighting with Mo Kui, suddenly shouted, leaned back with his upper body, stepped diagonally in a chain, and swept towards Mo Kui like a torrential rain with his elbows in his fist.

Shaolin Iron Arhat Boxing, every punch contains shocking energy, hard shakes Mo Kui's body protection skills, and makes him miserable.

At the same time, Zhu Ju waved his hand, the talisman fell to the ground with a crisp sound, the roof was violent, the roof broke a hole, dozens of broken tiles were hit on the top of everyone's heads, two figures followed the flying tiles and fell straight down, one of them flew down and kicked Wang He, Wang Gonggong pulled Zhu Ju with one hand, and his right palm to the sky and the strength of the man's downward attack was right, fists and feet were exchanged, Wang He was shocked by the fierce strength of this person and the corner of his mouth overflowed a trace of blood.

The other fell to the ground silently, without stirring up a trace of dust, and with his hands outstretched, he grabbed Wang He, and his technique was so fast that he shook out the phantom, and it was fast and not chaotic. The accuracy of taking the acupuncture point is incomparable!

This person's technique with both hands made Wang He's face change, and he said in surprise: "Stone grinding palm!" ”

Wang Gonggong's expression was solemn, his left fist was half clenched and three fingers were flicked, and the first two blows were like thunder, and the two sides collided with each other! Both sides were in their hearts and knew that they had met a strong enemy. Wang He took a deep breath, popped out the third finger, castration was silent, yang energy turned into yin energy, palm finger touch, finger force into the palm of the person, the other party shouted, the face turned from white to red, the finger force was eliminated in the arm, and he suffered a slight internal injury.

"Two uncles!"

Luo Pinghai shouted happily, the people who came turned out to be two monks, Mo Kui, who was fighting with Luo Pinghai, took advantage of the gap in the exchange of momentum to glance at it, and was almost knocked down by Luo Pinghai in shock!

"Master of the Prison Academy, Master of the Lecture Hall!"

Suddenly, the two monks who came out of the crowd were extremely high in martial arts, and the monk who kicked Wang He was dressed in black clothes. He is about thirty years old, his expression is very cold, and his eyes are blazing.

It was an old monk who was struggling with the eunuch with a stone grinding palm, with a square face and thick eyebrows. Dressed in a moon-white robe. A string of prayer beads on his wrist was rubbed for a long time, glowing with black light.

These two monks shocked Wang He when they appeared, and they had the momentum to eat everything.

While everyone was shocked by this change, Luo Pinghai also didn't spare his hand, making his tricks ten, just wanting to take down Mo Kui quickly.

But he didn't know that Wen Xianzong, who was dressed in a green robe, stared at him like a poisonous snake for a long time.

Song Jizu took Luo Pinghai's flaws in his heart, he accumulated strength for a long time, and at this time, Luo Gongzi's fist did not leave his hand, which was a good time for a sneak attack.

The White Lotus Sect, a foreign way spread through Buddhism, has been at odds with Shaolin Temple for a long time, and it is not in vain that good and evil are not separated. So he firmly stood on Lao Meng's side.

Finally, when Luo Pinghai attacked in one style, the front force was exhausted, and the back force was not born, Song Jizu moved!

The figure is as ghostly as a ghost, and it is held in the sleeve into a phoenix-like hand shape, and it instantly pokes directly at the life-gate acupoint on Luo Pinghai's waist, and the most vicious acupoint interception martial arts of the White Lotus vein "Break the Acupoint Phoenix Eye Cone!" ”

With a loud shout, Luo Pinghai was like a thunderbolt, his whole body was exhausted, and his soft body fell straight forward!

Mo Kui on the opposite side laughed fiercely, reached forward with his arms, pulled Luo Pinghai into his arms, and hugged him vigorously, with a clicking sound. Luo Pinghai's face was pale, and most of the ribs on his upper body were short. The strange soft body was thrown to the ground by Mo Kui, and blood couldn't help oozing from his ears and nose. The blow of the door has already nullified his martial arts. Mo Tiexiong's style is called the Shaolin Iron Gate Latch, which is the way used by the miscellaneous monks in the temple to practice arm strength and break the stump. that whoever is in charge of a man may be killed immediately.

Shaolin formal disciples and Mo Kui are incompatible, what Buddhism is equal in Mo Tiexiong's eyes is a fart, when he was a teenager, he was not less bullied by these people, and the memories of shame overlapped with this outstanding disciple in front of him, so he made a move.

The two monks were guarding against Wang He, but they didn't expect Song Jizu's yin hand. was hit by Mo Kui with resentment, and it would be too late to rescue him.

The black-clothed monk rushed over and probed Luo Pinghai's snort, and saw that his breath was faint, and his face was like gold paper. Hurriedly waved his hand to stop the bleeding in the acupoints of his chest and abdomen, and pulled back his broken bones with four techniques. The violent pulling made Luo Pinghai gush blood again.

The external injuries are still easy to deal with, and the internal force of the body is indeed controlled by the meridian interception technique, and the true qi of the reverse surge has washed away Guan Yuan and the sea of qi, and the meridians have been destroyed. Even if it is cured, it will be a cripple with a lingering bed.

"White Lotus Demon!" The black-clothed monk shouted angrily at Song Jizu. The joints in his hands clicked, and he was about to do it in anger.

Song Jizu's deliberate plot made the monk lose his coolness.

Another old monk's eyes were half-closed, and he flicked the rosary in his hand with his long eyebrows, and the slight string of sounds made the black-clothed monk's consciousness clear, and his thoughts were uneven, and his Buddhist martial arts were inevitably greatly reduced.

Although the black-clothed monk suppressed his anger, he hated Song Jizu's despicable methods even more, and strengthened his heart to kill him.

"Wuche in black, Tianwang Zhiwu, a certain family has long thought that people from Shaolin should appear, but I didn't expect that you can't even protect your nephew." Wang He said mockingly.

The black-clothed monk Wu Che is the Shaolin prison in charge of the monks' precepts. This position has always been held by monks with a large number of martial arts in the temple.

Na Zhi is not dressed in a robe, known as the King of Heaven, and is the master of the Shaolin Lecture Hall with a high status.

These two people joined forces, and no matter how strong Wang He's martial arts were, they were no match for him.

"Lord Wang, the old man has to compete with you today." Monk Zhiwu said in a deep voice.

"Please advise!" Wang He's face was guarded. The opponent is an elder figure of Shaolin Temple, and there is no void under the fame, and he does not go all out to deal with it, and he is in trouble today.

"Uncle Shi, I may be wrong, I was involved in the cannibalism of King Yi's father and son, and if I don't handle it well, it will be a disaster in Shaolin......" Luo Pinghai's voice was hoarse, and there was blood foam at the corner of his mouth when he spoke, and his lungs had been stabbed by broken bones.

The black-clothed monk lowered his head sadly, this master and nephew were not far from running out of oil and running out.

Monk Zhiwu sighed and said, "Pinghai, the world is not up to people. My Shaolin is all supported by the good faith of Henan Province, and the prince intends to win the championship, and these people are the first to suffer. There are no eggs under the nest. Shaolin must have an attitude. ”

The old monk spoke with compassion, but he spoke the most simple truth.

Lao Meng thought to himself that this monk was real, much more pleasant to the ear than the White Lotus Sect's Maitreya who shouted at the top of his voice.

Zhao Tianze and Shaolin Temple actually took Zhu Ju, the king of Yongning County, to settle down.

The idea of the political envoy was to support Zhu Ju, replace the throne of the prince, and use the power of the imperial court to beat King Yi to be honest and obedient, and weaken the power of the vassal king.

Shaolin Temple is much more fierce, and is ready to simply let the king of Yongning County engage in military advice, regardless of success or failure, Zhu Zhanlong will also be greatly injured, and he is powerless to move.

Luo Pinghai smiled and struggled, "...... Please ask the two uncles to try their best to bring the little prince back to Songshan. The king of the county wrote a letter of loyalty to the court, and he never had a second heart. In the future, if King Yi is rebellious, he can also be restrained from the side. I only hate that I can't assist the king of the county to succeed in seizing the throne and create fame! ”

Insist on finishing this sentence, and the young man has lost his breath

The black-clothed Wu Che whispered a Buddha name! Angrily glaring at Song Jizu and taking two steps, he vowed to solve the murderer of his nephew!

"Wu Na bald, if you want to move Lao Tzu's subordinates, I asked my grandfather about this treasure knife first!"

Lao Meng took the lead in slashing horizontally, slashing at Wu Che with a fierce momentum, the monk showed disdain, raised his sleeves and flicked his strength, unloading the force of the knife. Stretching out his hand, his five fingers gathered into the shape of a crane's beak, unfolded the crane-shaped palm that was dedicated to the blade with his bare hands, and grabbed Meng Yishan's blade.

Lao Meng sneered, the knife in his hand flashed twice in a row, danced to the top of his head and shouted, the thunder-like knife light was cut out one after another, taking the monk's head, neck and limbs, Wu Che's eyes flashed, and he spied out a white crane single bright wing, and with one hand, he suddenly pecked upwards at the sword that was split, the blade reverberate, and the monk's right fist "Whew!" The pounding out, the cold fist wind split into the air. Meng Yishan couldn't avoid it, he smashed his elbow and hit it hard, and the strength of the return shook half of his arm, and the monk Wuche turned his fist into a palm, and he slapped the past with progress, "Big smasher!" ”

This sudden change of palm shocked Lao Meng Teng's body and rolled upside down, and he pointed out two feet with his hands on the ground, "Bang bang!" ”

Barely caught this fierce palm force, the inspector wanted to save face, stood up and stood up with severe pain in his legs, and he didn't lose his temper by holding the ground with a knife, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Good monk, your mother!" "Raise the knife and go up again. Extremely brave and Wu Che to fight together.

His martial arts are fierce and fierce, and he already has the demeanor of a master, which surprised the eunuch Wang, although he said that he was not a soldier for three days...... This is fast catching and practicing, and the practice is also fast.

Master Zhiwu on the opposite side had already picked up Wang He, looked at him and said, "Master Wang, in order to bring back the little county king, the old man is offended. ”

The old monk raised his hands, and the sleeves of his robe slipped off to reveal two thin arms. "From slow to fast, straight to the king river.

Wang Gonggong frowned slightly, most of his fingers restrained his fists, and his lotus hand was even more of a masterpiece.

Wang He swung out half a fist with a solemn expression, flicked his five fingers halfway, and the flowers bloomed to meet him. The fingers and palms were handed over, and the surging true qi leaked out through the five commands, the old monk's true power spit slightly, his hands spun violently, and Wang He's finger power was led to one side. The sound of snorting was incessant, piercing the tables, chairs, and wine vessels on the side, scattering the crumbs.

The monk's hands swirled back and he let out a deep sigh, and his palms slapped towards Wang He's face door with the strength of opening mountains and cracking stones.

Wang He's complexion changed suddenly, he immediately greeted each other with his palms, and his hands arched into a circle to form a circle of true qi and pushed back, "Boom!" The whole pavilion trembled, and the floor slab under the feet of the two men was already cracked. The crown of the robe fluttered for a while.

The two masters duel, and the power of one blow was so domineering that everyone on the lookers was shocked.

Wang He took the incomparable style, and said suspiciously: "Whirling double palms, the dragon beard tiger Zhang Boduan's mastery...... That old man was born in Shaolin? ”

Zhiwu was surprised that this Wang He changed his moves quickly, and the hooks and pushers in this stone grinding palm kung fu were extremely powerful, and after pulling people's strength, they broke the void with reality. I didn't expect to be tied up by this person, and I was powerless. Blocked back. Out of respect for his opponent, Zhi Wudao: "Zhang Daxia is a side branch of Shaolin, and martial arts may be connected......"

The old monk sighed and continued: "Mr. Wang, you are superb in martial arts, and the old monk admires you!" With a turn of both palms, horizontal and vertical slaps, the power of the stone grinding palms gathered a wild surge, and struck out with a whining wind sound.

Wang He flicked his sleeves and flew up to meet him, and his ten fingers moved in his sleeves, brushing, pointing, pressing, pinching, hooking, and stabbing, and the large space of his palms was changed by him countless times, avoiding the sharp edge of the stone grinding palm. The two exchanged more than 20 moves or so, Wang He made the sex, his left hand opened wide and closed all the way to the sword, just yang and yang, the five fingers of the right hand were as soft as a snake's slow stroke, but the fingers concealed the deadly yin energy, the hands of yin and yang, and the martial arts seemed to have added a lot.

Monk Zhiwu admired in his heart, felt very hard, and rotated his palms to slap and beat, so that he was not forced to enter the downwind, and after fighting several times, he clapped three palms in a row! The distance between the two was shaken.

The old monk forked his hand, and used a set of tiger claw grappling skills, and slapped Wang He's limbs with his palms wide open. Tiger claws and eagle claws are different, not as delicate as the lock of the eagle claw, but it has the domineering power of destroying the meridians and breaking the bones and plucking the heart.

The tiger's claws beat eight times in succession, and they were all pointed out by Wang Heyun, and the monk's figure swept sideways, avoiding Wang He's fingers and palms and grasping them. In an instant, he shot more than ten palm-finger attacks.

Wang He waved his hand and broke them one by one, and his fingers changed to fight with the Zhiwu monk, and every time Wang He gained the upper hand, he was forced to retreat by the stone grinding palm mixed in the tiger's claws. The monk's martial arts are extreme, and he jumps up in the narrow pavilion, flying and moving without hindrance, and his body is treacherous like an eagle harrier turning over, with the strong tiger claws mixed with stone grinding palms, and gradually suppresses Wang He.

Monk Zhiwu is known as the king of heaven, and his subordinates are never fortunate to come.

Over there, Lao Meng made a move to attack, not to mention the horizontal and vertical cutting, and after a few moves, his mouth began to be unclean. Greet the ancestors of Wu Che earnestly. The monk had to endure him in addition to dismantling the knife, and the real fire of the prison master was gradually born, which was not as calm as Fang Cai.

Meng Yishan's martial arts and Wu Che are not at the same level at all, if he hadn't learned martial arts with Zhang Fan, and he would have mastered the fists and feet of the Rolling Sea Dragon to dominate the East China Sea by three points, he would not be an opponent with the Panwang Dao alone.

After a few moves, he simply caught his feet in the knife, all of which were the pirates' next skills, even kicking and poking, and with the treasure knife, he had survived so many rounds.

In addition, Lao Meng had seen Ma Wenming's extremely powerful vulture fist, and he didn't feel that there was a bit of this kung fu flavor in his moves.

Leng is to convince Wu Che, this guy's martial arts are really mixed.

After all, the black-clothed monk is the master of the Shaolin Supervision Academy, and gradually saw the number of Lao Meng's moves, and he didn't keep his shots, and the strength that was concentrated on the palm of his fist became stronger and stronger.

Lao Meng barely made a few moves, but he was hit by the opponent's mighty true qi, and almost injured his internal organs. It was all the tenacity of the true qi of the boneless soft fist that he was not knocked down by the thousand-pound strength contained in the fist of the black-clothed monk.

Lao Meng coughed, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. The inspector can't be a hero, and he said that Lao Tzu rushed to make a move, and Song Jizu should also see the doorway of this monk's martial arts!

The Mongol thief raised his voice and shouted: "The monk pierces his hands, the iron bear, the old Song is on the shoulder, cut his mother!" ”

Lao Meng doesn't care about the rules of the rivers and lakes, he is originally a mixed green forest road, and he is good at gathering people to rob, eating more and eating less.

Song Jizu didn't say a word, touched it from the side, and shook his hand with two sleeve knives. The green sleeves contain true qi "Woo! The ground rolled towards Wu Che's side, and Wu Che punched horizontally, breaking up Song Jizu's moves, kicking up on the side, overlapping with Lao Meng's leg moves, and shaking off his attack.

is waiting to catch up with the fight. Listening to the sound of the wind behind his head, Mo Kui slapped a sour branch wood Taishi chair on Wu Che's back. The chair weighed dozens of pounds, and it slammed on, and with Wu Che's skill, he staggered forward half a step.

Meng Yishan followed and slashed, the monk did not wait to dodge, and Song Jizu arrived again. Although Mo Kui is the worst of the three martial arts, he has been in Shaolin for more than 20 years, and these monks practice martial arts, and they can see the pattern.

simply didn't use tricks, came to break the trick with force, and danced the heavy Taishi chair to smash hard. Wu Che was bitter in his heart, he could pick it up with two hits like this, but now with three measurements and one round, he was restrained by those two people, and Mo Tiexiong's straight and hard style of play was the most threatening.

The knife slashed the palm and slashed the chair hammer, and the three of them beat the Shaolin monks like hooligans.

Zhi Wu was not disturbed by the outside world in the slightest, and concentrated his energy to push out the Tiger Claw Kung Fu in duplicate, Wang He's lotus hand fought for a long time without success, and the direction changed greatly under the rising heart fire, and there was a slight three-point anger in the madness, and the Dao Dao pointed to the sword with great strength!

Shaolin Wang Dao martial arts against the three-point madness of the Wang eunuch, and the martial arts of both of them have risen to the innate realm. Fight with love, fight with life, and fight inseparably!