"Hula! rustle~~~!" Qin Haohang was just about to step into the main gate of the Shaolin Temple, when the Shaolin disciples on both sides rushed out. Standing on both sides, straight and straight, very majestic.

Yu glanced at it, and was about to make a move, but when he saw everyone standing still, he thought, fortunately, he didn't make a move, otherwise, it would have made my Qin Haohang's face bigger.

The door was open, and Qin Haohang swaggered in, his hands resting behind his back, full of energy. When he entered the compound, he was shocked by the big scene.

Large and small figures stood all over the courtyard, and the unobstructed one was Master Xuanyin, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the five elders of the Shaolin Yuan generation were side by side. Next to the abbot were Master Xuande, Master Xuanyin, Master Xuanjie and Master Xuanye side by side. The characters on both sides are even more terrifying, Shaolin mixed sticks, Shaolin Tongzigong, eighteen bronze arrays, and two top qigong masters, naturally the most exciting and eye-catching is the Shaolin rookie's self-created Shaolin twenty-one fist and palm combination magic circle, Haohang swept over with a look, and estimated that there should be two or three hundred people, not to mention a heads-up, just a group beating is enough to send himself to his life.

"Don't think that because you are too powerful, I'm afraid, come on!" Qin Haohang said very provocatively.

The abbot on the opposite side smiled slightly and stroked the big white beard (this is all a bad habit in the past, he is a Shaolin monk, and he still wants to stroke the big white beard, and Master Xuanyin is also stinky and beautiful). Master Xuande was anxious, "This kid is a little unbelievable, let the old man come to meet him!" Master Xuanjie can see it, "You are a master of Shaolin Temple, but you can't get along with a child, as for you?" "Third junior brother, you!" Master Xuanyin was very hot, "I said second senior brother, you forget it, let's sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight first, the master always has a share to watch, give the stage to the young one, and the Buddha's generosity is also!" What Senior Brother Xuanyin said is reasonable, the rookie in martial arts is the thing that all factions in the rivers and lakes pay the most attention to every year, I will treat it as a cup of good tea in the tea ceremony, and taste it well, why not do it!" Master Xuanyin spoke. "The abbot is interested, let's just accompany him. Master Xuanye didn't say much, but it was as if he was closing the mountain and sealing the sentences, and the brothers knew each other, so they didn't say anything.

"Drink!~~~!" One hurts in the air, two hurts in the air, three ~~~six ~~~. They are all young and strong, dancing Shaolin sticks, skillful moves, and compact cooperation, and they don't seem to be able to find the slightest loophole. Splitting horizontally, full of arm strength, spiraling and flying into a barricade to cut off, falling into the air and accurately splitting, and then jumping up, shouting, the arc line swept out the beautiful circumference, and a few hula sounds were about to approach Haohang Xiaogan's neck. Three or two more, erect and turn over and jump, when the air is a few sticks vertically chopped down, a move did not succeed, three three two, the ground does not see rooting, knock knock ~~~, afraid of hitting the ground, fallen leaves, dust stirring the ground in general, very imposing. The back is blocked, there is no way out, and they are all staring at themselves fiercely. There is even more desperate work, four or five people, and the height of the pain hole has already put Qin Haohang under his feet, to be precise, it should be under his head, because this Shaolin disciple, one by one, looks fierce and vicious, hanging upside down and hitting the top of Haohang's head, which is quite a bit of a taste of smashing Huanglong. Even if there is no way to go, Haohang laughed a few times, and the second sound of the young time was sharp, and the hard mountain style was loaded into everyone's ears, as if the eardrum was broken, and the pain was unbearable. The characters of several masters seem to be fine, but in fact, they are all internally decentralized, trying their best to protect their two ears. It is also strange to say that Qin Haohang's voice, although it is a little rampant, is more penetrating and extremely strong.

The innocent Tai Chi internal force protects the boy's body at the most critical moment of Haohang. One stick is on the body, two ~~~ three ~~~, all of them are viciously beaten, and there is no meaning of any remaining strength. The most painful thing is the stick on his neck, a lot of them can be clearly heard clicking, Qin Haohang is motionless, no expression, no movement, no words, but he always keeps his eyes bright. When the earth stopped breathing, the breeze gently caressed everyone's face, and the Shaolin disciples who participated in the war added a full wooden stick to the small child's body, and at that moment, everyone held their breath. Because the moment to witness the miracle comes, however, no one would have thought that the miracle is more than that~~~