This time, the formation did not have the effect he wanted, he thought that this formation would be chaotic, but as a result, the eight big sticks not only did not collect, but rushed towards his position like a tide.

Seeing that the eight thick sticks were smashed down from the left front, there was an inertia in the forward rush plus the power of his own own impulse, and if he wanted to retract halfway, there was a reaction and time to retract.

This action is already unfinishable, and it may bloom on the top of the head as soon as it turns over;

is a good Shen Lang, not retreating but advancing, using his wonderful light skills, swimming in the dragon and playing in the water with one move, lifting his breath and leaning over, like a loach happened to drill under the stone mill composed of sticks, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The crowd watching the battle on the periphery thought that Shen Lang had become a ghost under the stick, and couldn't help but let out a "hey", and after Shen Lang escaped under the stick, these people let out a "hey" again.

The former is an affirmative sound, and the latter is an incredible sound. People really don't believe how this man escaped from the stick?

As soon as Shen Lang passed, the eight sticks formed a circle again, encircling him in the middle again.

Shen Lang can only cheer up, take offense as defense, looking for opportunities, as soon as Shen Lang is fast, the formation changes quickly, and when Shen Lang is slow, the formation changes slowly.

The second way is to attack the birth gate, and now it is to find out which direction the birth gate is, and if you find it, it will be easy to do.

Shen Lang had heard his master say before, the so-called Born Door is that when you attack, as long as you catch this point, as soon as this point is attacked, it will reveal a gap.

If you just stand at this point, you will get a short respite, and if you have two or three respites at a time, you will be able to break through the encirclement with profound light skills.

If you can't find it, let you attack, and it won't hurt any of the eight.

As your physical strength is consumed, the person is like a wrist vein being cut, and the blood slowly drains up and dies, but this does not bleed, it will exhaust to death.

This kind of death is more painful than that kind of death, that kind of death is painless, this kind of death is in the constant action, in the panting of breath, in the pain of being speechless.

In Shen Lang's incessant attack, the sword flowers flew, the stick shadows were heavy, and the figures flew over, and the two sides fought for more than 20 rounds unconsciously.

Every time Shen Lang attacked a position, there was always a monk shouting on the dry position, and as soon as the monk shouted, these eight people moved like a marquee, and they were reset in a very short period of time to form a new gossip stick array.

The new circle surrounded Shen Lang again, and the people who shouted were different each time, because every time the formation changed, the position of the people would change, but Shen Lang found that although the people who shouted were changing.

However, the direction of the shouting did not change, and he thought to himself at first that if he found the person who shouted, wouldn't it be enough to subdue this person?

But when I think about it again, the person who shouts is different every time, so how can I find it? Now Shen Lang understands that he is not looking for someone, but looking for a fixed position--dry position.

Subduing this person, this person does not give orders immediately, and a person who loses the command of a team will inevitably be leaderless and become a plate of loose sand.

The idea must be that Shen Lang pretended to be the same, like a headless fly, bumping around, one sword in the east, one sword in the west, one sword in the south, one sword in the north, one sword on the left, one sword on the right, deliberately making the sword very big, and pretending to be very tired.

After three or five moves like this, at this time, even the people watching the battle on the periphery felt that as long as it took a long time, Shen Lang would automatically admit defeat, think about it, it's true, if you go on like this, you will be tired and vomit blood if you don't get tired to death, and a few people around you actually yawned.

Shen Lang had already observed that there was a young and thin monk who had taken the turn of the cadre position two times before, and when it was time for him to give orders, he always had the feeling of being half a beat slower.

Shen Lang saw an opportunity, when the Eight Sticks were behind and the Bagua Stick Formation was about to turn to the young and thin monk in the Qianli, he shouted angrily, using his extremely fast Snow Mountain Light Skills and Dragon Steps.

The man was like an eagle, and like an arrow off the string, shooting directly at the man in the cadre position, and the cadre saw a black shadow rushing towards him, and he was taken aback, and took two steps back before giving the order.

This sudden change made the reaction of the people in the eight directions also slow down by half a beat, but what Shen Lang didn't expect was that the monk in this cadre position did not dodge or dodge his sword.

is still the same as the other seven stick methods, knocking down from the top of Shen Lang's head, this is completely a deadly game.

Shen Lang's sword would pierce a hole in his chest, but his own Heavenly Spirit Cover would also be shattered by the monk's copper stick.

He had to retract his sword in the air, and his body drifted back two steps, just to avoid the monk's fierce blow.

When the copper sticks of the monks were raised, it was just when the seven monks' big sticks were struck, and the seven copper sticks just hit the ground, and Shen Lang's feet also happened to fall to the place where the seven copper sticks crossed and landed, and the seven copper sticks were like a blooming lotus.

At this time, Shen Lang was like Guanyin Bodhisattva holding a clean bottle, stepping on this blooming lotus.

The seven sticks worked together, Shen Lang was thrown into the air like a colored ball, Shen Langren was already in the air, tiptoeing, and said: "Farewell." ”

With the help of the power of the seven sticks, he broke away from the stick formation and pounced on the bamboo forest like an eagle falcon.

Many of the besieging people were still talking, and a few of them knew Shen Lang's movements and ran to the bamboo forest, and the others didn't dare to enter the forbidden area, so they could only stay where they were.

Shen Lang passed through the purple bamboo forest, there is also a big road behind the bamboo forest, not as wide as the bottom of the pavilion, but it is wider than the one entering the bamboo forest, and the place behind the eye is wider than the dam at the bottom, like a big garden.

Running fifty meters without this road, I saw three houses with red walls and red glazed tiles, arranged in a figure of 7, shaded by verdant bamboos and a few tall ancient pines.

In fact, there are more than two houses here, there are a total of six houses here, which are the two halls, three courtyards and one pavilion of Shaolin.

What Shen Lang could see at a glance were the two on his left, the one in front of him was the Arhat Hall, the one behind the Arhat Hall was the Prajna Hall, and the one on the right was the Scripture Pavilion;

The Bodhi Monastery and the Vinaya Monastery were blocked by the Arhat Hall and the Prajna Hall, and the Relic Monastery was blocked by the Sutra Pavilion, so he only saw three, and the Dharma Monastery and the Abbot's Room were still a little farther away, so he couldn't see them here.

Shen Lang already knew that this was the place where he had no intention of living, but he didn't know which one it was, he stood on the wide ground in front of the house, and shouted loudly with a sword in his hand:

"Endless, unintentional, you are masters in vain, teaching apprentices to beat people, and refusing to admit your mistakes and come out!"

As soon as the words fell, a monk walked out of the path next to the Luohan Hall, about forty-one and twelve years old, with seven ring scars on his head, wearing a set of yellow legal clothes, ignoring Shen Lang's shouts, and calmly walked to a place ten meters away from Shen Lang and stood still.

glanced at Shen Lang lightly, lowered his eyes, put his hands together, made a joke, and asked in an unhurried medium voice:

"Donor, where did you come from, and what is the important thing to get to our temple?"

"Who are you?" "The poor monk has no intention of daring to ask the donor what he thinks?"

"Your disciple injured my friend, who is also my brother, I will settle accounts with you today. ”

Shen Lang didn't say apprentice, but said disciple, he deliberately didn't say that the apprentice said that he became a disciple, anyway, he was a Shaolin disciple, and he couldn't help but admit it if he didn't intend to be a master.

"Oh, is there such a thing?, does the donor know the name of the disciple of our temple?" asked Master Unintentional, still unhurriedly.

"Anyway, if you're a Shaolin disciple, I'll look for you. ”

"Find me, you can tell the name of the disciple of our temple, and in the future, we will educate this disciple who doesn't know how to do it according to the rules of Shaolin Temple." ”

In this way, Shen Lang couldn't help but say the name of the little novice. So he glanced at the monks around him and said:

"This monk said his name was Jingyun. Anyway, I saw that I entered your Shaolin Temple, and I heard that Shaolin Endless and Unintentional was responsible for teaching them kung fu, so I came to ask you for Shaolin magic today. ”

"Yes, there is a disciple named Jingyun, and the ignorant disciple has offended a lot, so please add more Haihan to the donor. ”

"This person is called a lone wolf in the rivers and lakes, and his name is Shen Lang. At this time, someone in the audience was reminding me who was coming.

"The donor is a famous Mr. Shen Lang, Mr. Shen has lost his welcome, and he has offended a lot, Haihan Haihan. ”

"Don't bother with that, please give me a trick. "Shen Lang is not a person who can endure his temperament, and he directly challenged the unintentional master.

In the Shaolin Temple, under normal circumstances, the presiding abbot has the highest kung fu, followed by the Prajna Hall and the Luohan Hall, and the owners of these two halls are eligible to compete for the first seat of the Dharma Academy.

After becoming the first seat of the Dharma Academy, the abbot retires when he is older, and he is generally succeeded by the first seat of the Dharma Academy;

When the abbot and other hall masters and elders retired, they often went to the Bodhi Monastery, the Vinaya Monastery, the Relic Monastery, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to take up some less heavy duties.

The Shaolin Five Elders are not a management department, it sometimes exists, sometimes it doesn't.

When there is a major event, those retired old leaders will form a temporary organization to participate in the decision of major events in the temple, and sometimes five people with high martial arts will study some martial arts together, correcting or supplementing the previous martial arts.

Unintentionally, he is an endless senior brother, who is slightly higher than Endless in martial arts cultivation, but he is not endless, and he has to be more calm in his work.

Seeing Shen Lang's challenge to himself, he had no choice but to respond, so he clasped his hands together and said to Shen Lang again:

"Don't dare to give a move, please Shen Daxia make a move. "Please light up your weapon, master. ”

At this time, some bold people also came to see the excitement, and some also wanted to see the real kung fu of the unintentional master.

Shen Lang saw that there was no weapon in the hands of the unintentional master, and he was embarrassed to take out the sword, the sword did not move in the air, so please take out the weapon unintentionally master.

Master Unintentional looked up, and there was a Shaolin disciple in front of him on his right, with an eyebrow-raising Shaolin stick in his hand.

He made a gesture of his hand, and the disciple threw the Shaolin stick in his hand, and he didn't see the master stretch out his hand, just saw him flick the sleeve of his right robe, and the wooden stick was in his hand.

With his right hand flipped, the wooden stick stood in front of him, his palm was on the top of the wooden stick, and his left hand made a unilateral head with one palm, looking at Shen Lang with flat eyes and saying, "Please." ”