Quiet.

The entire Hall of Tranquility fell silent again.

Even this time the silence was even more dead than the last one.

Everyone in the hall, even the old monk of the Shaolin faction and Feng Linglong, the palace master of the Wanhua Palace who was watching from the sidelines, were no exception, they looked at Fang Zhile one by one dumbfounded, only to feel a roar in their minds, and they fell into a short blank, and their ears echoed with voices such as 'bastard', 'disloyalty, filial piety, and injustice', 'It's better to hit the wall and die'.

The hearts of everyone present were violently impacted, and the three views were facing the point of collapse, all of them stared at Fang Zhile in shock, their mouths were dry, their lips were squirming, and they wanted to speak and stopped, completely stunned and frightened!

Outside the hall, a gentle breeze blew in, with a hint of coolness.

Everyone in the hall felt extremely cold in an instant.

It was so cold that my whole body couldn't help but shiver.

The body is cold, and the heart is colder.

Looking at Fang Zhile who was casual again, the horror in everyone's eyes became more and more intense, and they subconsciously took a few steps back, and even some young people who were sitting moved their chairs back, with a completely terrifying and terrifying expression that was even more terrifying than meeting a ghost.

Oh, my God.

Who is this kid sacred, how can he say words that are more fierce than one sentence, and more domineering than one sentence?

It was enough to shout at the disciples of the Huashan faction before, and it was okay to insult the disciples of the Kunlun faction, but his uncle didn't even let the disciples of the Shaolin faction go?

Lose your marbles.

This kid must be crazy.

That's the Shaolin faction, the first major faction in the rivers and lakes, no matter where you talk about it, no matter who says it, you will always give a thumbs up and praise it, the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and the disciples of Shaolin Temple are all good!

Don't say that you insult the disciples of the Shaolin faction, I'm afraid that if you say that the Shaolin faction is not, you will be immediately blocked by people from all walks of life in the rivers and lakes, and don't want to mix in the rivers and lakes from now on.

But this kid in front of him dared to scold directly in front of many sects, and the target of the scolding was still a disciple of the Shaolin faction?

That's not as simple as crazy, it's just bold, no one in sight, and rampant!

Don't say that the disciples of the Shaolin sect will be angry, even the young people are full of anger, and they can't wait to rush up and beat Fang Zhile hard!

In fact, no one dared to rush out, and all of them subconsciously continued to take a few steps back, and then shouted at the top of their throats, full of anger, looking like they were vowing to crusade against Fang Zhile, raising their arms and waving their fists and roaring.

"Little monk!"

"Beat him up and get angry!"

"To insult Shaolin is to insult me, even if you beat him to get angry, you don't have to be polite to me!"

Many young people shouted, retreating more and more, completely afraid of Fang Zhile, and spoke very measuredly, unlike the previous kind of 'see once and fight once' words were said, obviously Fang Zhile's previous battle shocked them.

The wrath of the multitude will bring forth blood.

Among the many young people, a young man from the Diancang faction, dressed in a blue robe and short and fat, shouted the most angrily, and shouted, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, kill him and count him as my share, and I will pay for a coffin to bury him." This kid dares to seduce my lady who hasn't passed through the door, he really eats the guts of a bear's heart and a leopard, and he deserves to be killed!

Brush Brush Brush!

The hall was quiet again, and all eyes instantly focused on this short and fat young man, although he was a little puzzled that this young man would actually ask for a lady, but he still didn't say a word, and left away very interestingly, and suddenly hung the short and fat young man out and became the focus of the audience.

"Huh?"

Chen Ji, a short and fat young man, suddenly felt a chill all around him, and when he looked up, he was shocked to find that all the people around him had retreated, completely unaware of what was happening.

The next moment.

Sou!

A piece of rubble shot out and hit his acupoint directly, like Nie Yuanchao and Hong Shihua of the Kunlun Sect, his whole body couldn't move, he could only stare wide-eyed, looking ahead in shock, motionless.

"Good!"

"Well played!"

"Hmph! Let you damn fat man curse. ”

"You should be beaten to the point that you can't speak!"

Many women in the hall saw that the short and fat young man could not move, and they all shouted loudly, and shouted with hatred on their faces.

Their mood at the moment is completely different from that of many young people, they have long regarded Fang Zhile as an idol, and they can't tolerate half a bad word about Fang Zhile, let alone hear the words that they want to kill Fang Zhile.

After all, the moment Fang Zhile yelled at the Shaolin sect disciples just now, it hit their hearts again, and many women had silky eyes, and their legs trembled and moaned.

It's so domineering!

The sun is just on!

It's so manly!

This kind of man is what women like me dream of.

Looking at the young people around them, many women only felt that the more they looked at them, the more disgusted they became, and they couldn't even compare to a single hair of Fang Zhile.

If the young people knew what these women were thinking, it was estimated that a large mouthful of blood would immediately spurt out!

What is more popular than a dead person?

Fang Zhile glanced at the short and fat young man who was purely here to pull hatred, nodded and thanked Guo Xiang, then looked at the monk Yuanfeng in front of him, and smiled slightly, "Little monk, your mother's surname?"

"Ahh

The monk Yuanfeng, who had long been unable to endure the torture of conscience, suddenly roared, shaking everyone's eardrums buzzing, and in the midst of many stunned eyes, his hands became claws, and he also used his Shaolin dragon claw hand to attack, "Qinglong absorbs water!"

It's not that his heart is unstable, but Fang Zhile's sharp mouth is so powerful that he even pulled out his dead father and mother?

It's so unlucky!

Also, under some accusations, his dignified Shaolin sect disciple turned into a disloyal, unfilial, and unrighteous person?

This Buddha is simply the biggest insult to himself!

How can you endure it?

If it weren't for the fact that he was a disciple of the Shaolin faction, in the spirit of compassion, I am afraid that Fang Zhile would have been kneaded into minced meat long ago.

Let your kid talk nonsense!

Seeing that the little monk in front of him was angry, Fang Zhile knew that the effect had been achieved, looked up and smiled, did not dodge or dodge, Ling Bo under his feet spread out in micro steps, interspersed with butterflies in the palm shadows of the sky, and used internal strength from time to time, and then unfolded the orchid brush acupoint hand, facing the Shaolin dragon claw hand.

Bang!

The palms and fingers collided, and two distinct forces shook along the arms to the sides.

Fang Zhile's body shook, he didn't take half a step back, he just stood firmly.

It was the monk Yuanfeng, who was shocked back by the sudden internal strength, and turned back three or four somersaults one after another, pedaling and stepping back a few steps before standing firm, and then looking up at Fang Zhile who was smiling, his heart was shocked, and he was secretly surprised, "This kid's internal strength is so strong, plus the fingering just now, the combat power is definitely more than 10,000, which is more than twice as much as me!"

Incredible.

It's incredible.

Monk Yuanfeng couldn't have imagined that Fang Zhile in front of him was not only powerful with a mouth, but also had such a strong internal strength, and his combat strength was at least 10,000 or more, which was comparable to his uncle.

Thinking of his uncle, Yuanfeng subconsciously glanced at the old monk who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, then quickly retracted his gaze, and shouted at Fang Zhile, "The donor's internal strength is strong, and the little monk admires it, but what kind of hero is it to blindly dodge?

"Haha, as you wish. ”

Fang Zhile laughed, not afraid at all, Ling Bo unfolded it in micro steps, greeted it again, changed his fingers into palms, and the internal strength of the two jiazi burst out, running through his arms, and blasting out directly forward.

The monk Yuanfeng was startled, his body shook, he just wanted to dodge, but the other party's footwork was extremely strange, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape the other party's footwork, as if the other party was deliberately so, not allowing himself to dodge, and then looking at the two palms that came to him, Suo gritted his teeth, and carried up the internal strength of his whole body, and also stretched out two palms to blast out, trying to fight hard with the other party to the end!

But in the moment when his palms burst out, he suddenly remembered the terrifying internal strength that the other party had, Yuanfeng was suddenly shocked in his heart, and just wanted to withdraw his two palms, but it was too late, and the other party's two palms were like shadows, and they had already attacked!

Rumble!

The four palms collided hard, and the air flow raged, rolling out like a circle of ripples, shaking the entire Ningxin Hall and trembling!

"This ...... Poof!"

The monk Yuanfeng suddenly stared at him, feeling that the other party's internal strength was like an endless ocean, and then blasted through his palms, he directly defeated himself with an overwhelming surname, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was thrown backwards like a kite with a broken line.

All this process happened in an instant, and even before everyone reacted, Yuanfeng, a disciple of the Shaolin faction, had been blown away by Fang Zhile's two palms!

Even more shocked, after this, Fang Zhile's body flashed like a ghost, and he came directly to the Qingzheng who was fighting with the monk Yuantong, quickly stretched out two palms, and gently stuck to the soft back of the spicy chick, transporting the Jiuyang Divine Skill, and continuously conveying the internal strength, and at the same time, his voice was gentle, and he said softly in the ear of the spicy chick.

"Don't be afraid, I'm ......"

......

The Shaolin dragon claw hand really deserves its name, the tricks seem to be real and not false, and the phantoms are heavy, so I have to make Qingzheng fully concentrated, coupled with the sharp consumption of internal strength, even if there is a jiazi and a half, even if the swordsmanship has broken through to another level, but after dismantling seventy or eighty moves, she was also forced to the point of the end of the strong crossbow, and almost ran out of oil.

But she didn't speak, gritted her teeth and endured it silently, and in the end, her pretty face flashed with a touch of fierceness, she took a breath, threw away the long sword in her hand, and fought hard with her palms purely with her palms.

It's just that the faster you attack, the faster you lose.

The Shaolin dragon claw hand turned into a strong wind, and wisps of it came to her face, not only making her breathing difficult to breathe smoothly, but also feeling that her body was getting heavier and heavier, and in the end, it was extremely difficult to even lift her eyelids.

Qing Zheng gritted his teeth violently, stimulated his nerves with pain, took a deep breath, and once again concentrated on dealing with the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.

It's a pity that she didn't survive three breaths this time, her body slowly fell to the side, and the objects in front of her began to blur, and the Shaolin dragon claw hand flashed suddenly, and subconsciously raised her two hands, and blasted out softly forward.

These two palms can be said to have no half of the strength, and they are even the same as sending them to death.

But at this moment, an extremely gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ears, as if it sounded in her heart, making her feel a spirit, completely awakened, and then turned her head to look behind her, with a face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a bad smile, who else is not the thief?

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