"Beat me, little lady, I'm afraid you don't know who I am. ”

The boy on the horse is dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a small hat, and a piece of jasper is inlaid in the middle of the forehead of the hat, which is really luxurious and chic.

At this time, he shook the paper fan with a smile on his face, and he didn't care about the tall three-eyed monk standing in front of him, jumped off the horse, and walked towards Zhang Xiaoyue behind the three-eyed monk, with a light in his eyes: "What's so good about this big bald head......?"

Bang!

When he passed by the three-eyed monk, the three-eyed monk, who was carrying a load of dry firewood, suddenly slapped his right hand, hit the top of his head, and only once, when he hit his brain, he didn't say a word, and died!

This change was too fast, and before several knights next to him could react, the young man's brain was cracked.

Everyone was shocked and angry, jumped off their horses one after another, and rushed towards the three-eyed monk, for one of the monks angrily said: "Which room are you a disciple of?

This young man who teased Zhang Xiaoyue is the young master of Fujian Qingjian Sect, called Yuan Feiqing, and has a nickname on the rivers and lakes, called "Seven Swordsmen", he shoots very fast, his swordsmanship is amazing, and he has seven swords in a row, and few people can dodge it.

When Yuan Feiqing was teasing Zhang Xiaoyue, the few people behind him could see it clearly, Yuan Feiqing was laughing and talking nonsense, but in fact, his body had not relaxed his vigilance, and it was not that he was not wary of the great monk who picked firewood at all.

But no one expected that this great monk would shoot so quickly and so ruthlessly, and with one palm, Yuan Feiqing didn't even have time to dodge, so he was slapped to death with one palm.

Although Yuan Feiqing is frivolous, he does have some skills, and among the seven people who came to South Shaolin with Master Yankong as a guest this time, his kung fu can rank among the top three.

But even if he has such a skill, he can't even dodge a move of the tall monk in front of him, and the other party will beat him to death with a palm, this skill is really terrifying.

The remaining six people dismounted one after another, surrounded the three-eyed monk and Zhang Xiaoyue, and the monk looked at the three-eyed monk with an angry face: "Are you also a Shaolin disciple?"

This monk has a slender figure, a black beard hanging on his rectangular face, huge eyes, eyebrows obliquely pointing upward, a red monk's robe covering his body, and a large string of black egg-sized Buddhist beads hanging on his neck.

Zhang Xiaoyue was also startled when she saw that the three-eyed monk slapped the hippie-smiling boy to death, and exclaimed, "Brother Sanmu, why did you beat him to death?"

When she saw the monk on the other side asking, she hurriedly said: "Brother Sanmu is originally a person from Shaolin Temple, if you dare to beat him, the monks of Shaolin Temple will not let you go!"

The few people who had already surrounded the two of them were stunned when they heard Zhang Xiaoyue's words, and they all looked at the red-robed monk opposite: "Master Yankong, you can decide!"

Monk Yankong looked at Sanmu and said with a calm face: "You call Sanmu a monk, Yuan Gongzi was just joking with the little girl just now, and you actually shot so hard?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to grab the chest of the three-eyed monk: "Follow me to the Discipline Academy!"

Seeing that the monk Yankong just stretched out his hand to grab it, but the shot was exquisite, and the hearts of several people next to him jumped: "I haven't seen him make a move, I didn't expect this Yankong to be so good, and he really deserves to be the martial arts master of Southern Shaolin!"

But as soon as this thought arose, he saw the three-eyed monk on the opposite side suddenly punch out, facing the palm that Shang Yankong had grabbed.

The power of this punch is amazing, like a meteor hitting the ground, like hitting a city and collapsing a mountain, just see the strength of the fist, it is definitely not something that everyone can compete.

Yankong was startled, changed his grasp into a palm, and in an instant, his palm swelled a little, and he struck with the fist of the three-eyed monk.

Bang!

The two fists and palms, each other's bodies were shaking, the three-eyed monk was still carrying a load of dry firewood on his shoulders, and at this time, when his body shook, a load of dry firewood had been blown up in the sky.

And the Yankong monk involuntarily kicked back, and after retreating more than a dozen steps in a row, he took the pile and stood firm, with a great look of horror in his eyes: "This is Luohan Boxing?

He is a master of Shaolin, immersed in Shaolin boxing for more than 30 years, and can not be more familiar with Shaolin boxing, just look at the strength and posture of the tall monk punching on the opposite side, you will know that this is the most basic Arhat boxing in Shaolin Temple.

Whether it is South Shaolin or North Shaolin, this Luohan boxing is an introductory boxing method, and even many people practice it among the people, which can be described as the most basic introductory kung fu in boxing, and it is rarely used against the enemy.

The punch made by the three-eyed monk just now is the most prosaic, just a simple black tiger heart, this move black tiger heart, not only in Shaolin boxing, but also in other sects There is such a move, just like sweeping thousands of armies, splitting Huashan and other moves, basically all sects are indispensable to this move.

But just such a simple trick of the black tiger digging out the heart, after being beaten out by the three-eyed monk, the law is rigorous, the qi is condensed like a mountain, and the strength is so strong that it is simply incredible, and even the strong vajra palm of the Yankong monk is difficult to parry.

In Shaolin Kung Fu, the strong King Kong palm can be called one of the most profound martial arts in the thirty-six rooms, and Luohan Quan is the most superficial entry kung fu.

Yankong's face turned red, his chest couldn't help heaving, and he looked at him deeply: "This senior brother, are you a master of Northern Shaolin?

He no longer stepped forward to arrest the three-eyed monk, but stretched out his hand and pointed to Yuan Feiqing, who was lying on the ground with his brain bursting: "This Yuan Gongzi is the young master of the Qingjian Gate, you are so ruthless, you killed him, Yuan Shicheng, the master of the Qingjian Gate, will never give up, this hatred, we in Southern Shaolin can not afford it!"

Sanmu looked dazed, ignoring him and not hearing him, still with a blank expression.

Yankong was furious: "What's the matter, senior brother, is this looking down on us? Don't even bother to say a word?"

Zhang Xiaoyue poked her head out from behind Sanmu and said, "Great monk, my Sanmu brother's head is not bright, he can't even speak, he can't understand what you are saying at all!"

Yankong was stunned when he heard this: "What are you kidding! A fool is so powerful?"

Zhang Xiaoyue said: "I didn't lie to you, whoever lied to you is a puppy!"

Yankong ignored Zhang Xiaoyue, stared at the three-eyed monk, and saw that his eyes were unfocused, looking like he was out of the world, and even when he was fighting with himself, the expression on his face did not change at all, and he immediately believed Sancheng: "Then how did he practice this kung fu? Even if he is a fool and kills the person from Qingjianmen, then he has to give someone an explanation!"

He returned to Shaolin with a few martial arts colleagues this time, but there was a big matter to discuss, but he didn't expect that this was all at the gate of Shaolin Temple, but he lost one person for no reason, and it was the Shaolin disciples who killed people, which made his face extremely unbearable.

He knew very well that if this matter was not handled well, he was afraid that there would be estrangement with several sects in the south, and the relationship between the two sides would also be greatly affected.

At this moment, whether the three-eyed monk is a Shaolin disciple or not, he has to catch it first, otherwise he will be killed in front of the Shaolin Temple and his fellow friends will not be dealt with, if this spreads, Shaolin's thousand-year-old reputation will be ruined.

Thinking of this, Yankong no longer hesitated, walked towards the three-eyed monk step by step, and said in a deep voice: "You beat Yuan Feiqing to death, this crime is not small, no matter what, you have to be arrested and disposed of in the precept academy!"

His steps were heavy at this time, which was completely different from the body rushing just now, but with one step, there was an extra footprint on the ground that was three or four inches deep, and as he approached the three-eyed monk step by step, he left a footprint behind him, like a snow footprint, each footprint was sunk into the ground a few inches, the mark was neat, and the force was even.

Seeing Yankong so powerful, the four people next to him were shocked, and only then did they know how profound the internal strength of Yankong monk was, far from everyone's imagination.

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