There was a faint sound of firecrackers in the city, and the mansion on the side was not willing to be lonely, the courtyard was large, so it was put up inside, crackling, and the smoke of gunpowder drifted into the air, blown by the wind, and there was no trace.

But the smell was still smelled by Wu Shuang.

She glanced back and forth, and there was no other figure in the long empty street.

Yun Wujing and Da Chan had already received a place, and both of them did not use weapons, and fought with their bare hands.

Many years ago, when she was still a teenager, she met Yun Wujing, and there was no more bullish character in the rivers and lakes, and when she met Lao Yun, there was no one who could not fall under his fist.

But the people who run the rivers and lakes and eat on the rivers and lakes are compared with the masters of the martial arts Taidou Zen Shaolin, just like the shrimp in the river meeting the dragon king in the sea, not at the same level.

Whether it was Lao Yun solemnly handing over the wine gourd and fur hat to her, or looking excited, it reminded her that this fight would not be like before, and the other party would rest under Lao Yun's fist after a few faces.

Da Chan and Lao Yun shot almost at the same time, but Lao Yun's fist smashed twice on him, and he only punched Lao Yun with one punch.

Wu Shuang frowned when he saw it - it didn't matter if Lao Yun punched Da Chan twice, the important thing was that after Da Chan was punched by Lao Yun twice, the punch he swung out before actually fell on Lao Yun unwaveringly.

The Shaolin generation is most famous for the two methods and two Zens.

There are big and small methods of law, and there are big and small Zen kinds of Zen.

There is not much to say about the four monks on the rivers and lakes, and some of them are only a few words and some details.

For example, the big and small methods are proficient in all kinds of Shaolin martial arts, they are real all-rounders, and they are also handsome, like a bodhisattva in the world.

For example, the big and small Zen was born with Zen, and cultivated the Shaolin supreme martial arts to learn the vajra power, although the skills are rough, but the vajra power is in the body, and the ten thousand laws do not invade.

Wu Shuang saw Lao Yun's square inch spread out, and hit Da Chan with a quick punch. Judging from the details, even if the fist hits the opponent's head and face, there is no way to see the Great Zen.

If you look closely at the face of Dazen, you can find that it is different from ordinary people, his nose is very short, his nasal bones are very collapsed, almost flat, his eyes are almost sunken in the eye sockets, his eyes are closed like two shallow holes, his mouth is very short, and his lips are black and thin, like two pieces of bark.

Wu Shuang was secretly surprised in his heart, this monk is really not afraid of fighting!

In the blink of an eye, Da Chan took fifty moves, and later he still hit Yun Wujing with one punch at a time, seeing that the other party did not dodge or dodge, and his fist could not find strength. It felt like hitting Yun Wujing's body, as if it was hitting the angry leather bow, either sliding away or bouncing off, and the strength of the fist could not fall on him.

Dazen knows that it is not good, he is not afraid of fighting, it seems that Yun Wujing's Xuanyang Yiqigong is really worthy of its reputation, and he is not afraid of fighting!

The two of them were inseparable for a while, so it was up to each other to spend their ...... Yun Wujing punched him three to five punches, and he only hit Yun Wujing with one punch, and he would inevitably suffer a loss if he continued to wear it down.

Yun Wujing is fighting happily, it is rare to have such an opponent who can be beaten like this in his life, it is rare and rare! He and Da Chan did not shy away from it, they stood there holding the stake, punching each other, looking as if they were practicing boxing and hitting the target.

At this time, Da Zen suddenly lowered his short body and put his hands behind his back, and the whole person bent down. When people look at it, they seem to be tied up, and they bow their heads and admit their mistakes.

"Ha, monk, what are you doing, do you put your head up and let me beat it?"

Lao Yun laughed loudly, and punched Da Chan on the head three times in a row, the top of his head and the back of his head were smooth, and the hard fight felt more fulfilling than that on his body. The fourth punch was about to fall, Da Chan's head hit forward, Lao Yun was defenseless, he was pushed out of his chest with one head, and his feet were crooked and retreated.

laughing along with him, Wu Shuang, who had not yet stopped speaking, almost lost his breath, and for the first time in his life, he saw Lao Yun being beaten back, and he couldn't even step on the pile under his feet.

He took three steps back, took another breath in his body, took a stake and sank his waist, and punched against the big Zen head door that hit him with another headbutt. Don't look at the slow Dazen boxing before, this time I switched to headbanging, but it was extremely flexible, with a set of footwork under my feet, pressing step by step, hitting head after head, Lao Yun actually felt a little tricky.

Wu Shuang on the side clapped his hands and sighed: "This should be the iron head of Zen Shaolin, right?"

Yun Wujing resisted in embarrassment, and talked nonsense with her, "It should be that these Shaolin monks don't have a single hair, so they can come up with the ability to hit people with their heads, you look at the huge rivers and lakes, all factions of martial arts, which one has the martial arts to hit people with their brains?"

Da Chan heard that he was still in the mood to ridicule and ridicule the mastery in the temple, and while knocking his head one after another, he said: "Shaolin seventy-two stunts, broad and profound, Yun Shi Master can't resist it, so he does right and wrong, and slanders his tongue, which really disappoints the little monk!"

Before Lao Yun could speak, Wu Shuang had already laughed three times and said, "Brother, the monk said that you can't resist it!"

"Although this iron head skill is a little stupid, it is still quite desirable, and if you change someone, you may be killed by him!"

"Iron head gong, also known as King Kong hitting the bell, is practiced to the extreme in non-body protection skills, and cannot be performed with others, it is okay to hit it occasionally, and the King Kong power like him has been cultivated, and it can really give the opponent a headache!"

Yun Wujing quipped again: "So the iron head skill is a kind of head skill that gives the opponent a headache?"

Wu Shuang laughed out loud for a while, took two steps forward, and it turned out that Yun Wujing retreated again and again, and together with Da Chan, she was getting farther and farther away from where she was standing still.

She said with a little dissatisfaction: "Brother, this monk has used his skills to fight with you, why do you still let him have two legs?"

Da Chan also heard this, and was still thinking about the meaning, he hit his head and was hit by Yun Wujing's fist, there was nothing on his head, Yun Wujing was knocked back instead - Great Zen cultivated into vajra power, internal strength is exquisite, and then there is a head against the fist, which is equivalent to the neck against the wrist, unless Yun Wujing's wrist can be thicker than his neck, otherwise how can it resist?

hit his head again, but this time he hit a void, and saw Yun Wujing's body suddenly reach his side, he hurriedly untied the hands that had been behind his back, and blocked his ears with one hand.

Sure enough, Yun Wujing's fist had already hit, just above his palm.

I heard Yun Wujing say in my ears: "I just thought, the fist can't be cocked yet, how can there be no taboo with such a big head!"

Da Zen said: "Just the two ears door, I protect it, what can you do?"

Yun Wujing stepped on the cloud step, his figure was fast and chaotic, surrounding Da Chan, and as his body became faster, the speed of his punches also increased.

"Monk, I don't know if you've ever heard a word?"

"What's that?" one of Dazen's heads couldn't even touch him, not even the corners of his clothes.

Before Lao Yun could speak, Wu Shuang had already said with a smile: "Once I am allowed to lean on, under my fist, no one will fall!"

Da Chan opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, he felt that his breath was a little urgent, originally one inhalation and one exhalation, but now it has become two inhales...... Hurriedly adjusted the true power in his body, and in the process, he had lost count of how many fists he had received from Yun Wujing.

As time went on, the changes I could feel were that my legs were getting heavier and heavier, and my breathing was getting shorter and shorter, and the original two inhales and exhalations had become five times. Every breath that enters the body is frantically transformed into true power, and then spread all over the body, resisting the stormy fists outside the body.