"What kind of means is this?"

Practice qi into silk, the sky is full of silver threads, and the dancing is endless.

In front of the big Buddha hall of King Kong Temple, the true pure monk and the two brothers of the true Zen master are discolored.

They are all masters of the rivers and lakes, especially Zen Master Zhengang is ranked 25th on the dragon list, with a high status and has come into contact with countless masters of the rivers and lakes.

Although he knew that the methods of the rivers and lakes were not strong, he had never seen such a man-made move as natural as Young Xiaodao.

The true qi silk line is extremely thin, and it can be condensed into substance after leaving the body, which is the same as the tenacious fishing line, although it is the simplest method of condensing and transforming reality in the martial arts.

But such clarity and nuances are unimaginable.

True qi turned into silk, silently pulled, quietly coiled on the body of the Hu people, and wrapped their hands, feet, waists and limbs.

The next moment, these Hu people actually felt a strong force coming from the silk thread, and they actually manipulated their bodies, each of them stood still, echoing with their companions in the distance, and it was faintly formed into a formation.

WhewW......

The 130 stick monks of the King Kong Temple waved the iron rod with the whistling wind, and they cooperated with each other seamlessly, and the stick shadow shrouded everyone like a net from heaven and earth, making people unable to hide.

Those Jianghu people couldn't help themselves at this time, so they could only stay in place one by one, watching the iron rods bombard down.

Seeing that the melon seeds in his head were about to be opened under the stick, Lu Chunliang finally made a move, only to see that his fingers only moved slightly.

Invisible ripples spread along the spider-silk web.

Suddenly, those stunned figures suddenly moved.

Thousands of people perform!

Under his control, a thousand Jianghu people actually moved in unison and moved in an orderly manner.

Thousands of people actually stepped on the direction of the stars, moving around the Big Dipper,

Woowoo......

The iron rod was heavy, broke through the air, and smashed it against a Jianghu man in front of him. Not to be outdone, the Jianghu people punched the stick monk several times in succession.

The stick monk only shook his body slightly, but the people in the rivers and lakes were blown away.

"But that's it. ”

The stick monk breathed a sigh of relief, he already had a certain number in his heart, even if the Hu people were connected into a formation, but their own strength was inferior, how could they be his opponents?

But at this moment, the Hu man who had suffered just now retreated quickly under the pull of the silk thread, while another Hu man next to him stepped forward to fill the vacancy.

When the stick monk stepped forward again, he had already eaten two punches, but he had to face another person.

And so on and so forth.

One thousand Hu people, under the control of Lu Chunliang, cooperated with each other, and took advantage of the weak against the strong.

Those Hu people sometimes avoided without fighting, and sometimes they were involved with agility, and sometimes they shot out in unison, like a green ox colliding.

The entire large array is like the stars of the Beidou commander, unbreakable when defending, and fierce when attacking.

The stick monk was naturally unconvinced, relying on the intimacy of cooperation, and constantly changing formations, trying to break through this Beidou array.

As long as there is no formation to cooperate, these Jianghu people are vulnerable in front of them.

But Lu Chunliang manipulated thousands of people with his own strength, and there was no slightest condensation, and the silk threads were all under control. No matter how the stick monk changes the formation, he can always find a corresponding way to deal with it.

Monk Zhenxiu saw it in his eyes and was shocked in his heart.

It's no wonder that every time I play a game, I always lose to this Wudang Lu Zhenren.

This Big Dipper Array doesn't have much mystery, it's just relying on the fact that there are more people and fewer people, gathering the strength of everyone and acting together.

But this formation is like playing chess, Lu Zhenren manipulates thousands of people with one person, just like manipulating the chess pieces in front of him at the same time, it is not chaotic at all, and looking at his appearance, it is obvious that he still has spare strength.

Losing to a real person, I am not wronged at all.

It's just that the predecessors have turned decay into magic, which is really mysterious, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you can't believe it.

The Shaolin 130 stick monks swept all around, even if they were unmatched.

But Lu Chunliang performed with thousands of people, but he didn't fight hard with others.

These Jianghu people have low martial arts, and ten tied together are not the opponents of a stick monk of King Kong Temple.

He manipulated thousands of people, and the huge formation moved according to his will, and the turnover continued, like the stars shifting, and the stars rising and falling.

The stars are like a grinding plate, besieging one hundred and thirty stick monks in it, constantly losing momentum.

For a time, the Beidou Thousand People's Array rotated like a Taiji disk, and the power of four taels could dial a thousand catties, and the world was soft and the world was strong.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Every time these stick monks attacked, they could be easily defused by Lu Chunliang, and the more times they came, they lost the fierce momentum just now.

Zen Master Zhengang was under the vermilion gate of the King Kong Temple, watching the monks and soldiers retreat one after another, if it continued, I was afraid that the King Kong Temple would be broken by these Jianghu people.

His gaze was gloomy, and he looked at the young path on the back of the green cow.

It is unknown what the identity of this pure Liangzi is, but Zen Master Zhengang knows that if he wants to defuse the opponent's attack, dealing with this pure Liangzi is the key.

However, this young Taoist has a mysterious background and strange methods, and he may not be able to win 100% if he shoots it himself.

He was still unmoved, and just wanted to see if he could wait for the Taoist priest to show more methods.

But the stick monk kept retreating, and he had already retreated to the front of the Great Buddha Hall, on the top of the stairs, and those Hu people took a step further and had to climb the stairs.

Seeing that the Buddha Gate was about to be disturbed, the Zhengang monk did not dare to keep his hand anymore, and shouted: "Vertical Zi'an dares to !!"

I saw him stomp on the soles of his feet, and he stepped on the ground with a footprint, and the whole person rose into the air and flew towards the crowd in front of him.

"It's Zhengang Zen Master!!"

"The Great Protector has finally struck!!"

The stick monk was suddenly excited, no matter how exquisite these Jianghu people's formations were, they could deal with them, and they could still deal with the Zhengang Zen Master?

This Beidou thousand-person array is nothing more than relying on the tacit understanding of mutual cooperation, and when one person resists and attacks, there are others to resolve it.

But the Great Protector only cultivates one kung fu in his life, but it is the magic skill of King Kong, known as the first horizontal practice in the world, indestructible, and unbreakable.

With the strength of these Jianghu people, they can't even eat a single move of Zen Master Zhengang, so there is a chance to cooperate?

Sure enough, the monk Zhengang rose in the air, fell from the sky, and fell into the crowd, like a tiger entering a flock. I saw that his fists were wrapped in golden light, and there were bursts of tiger roars between the waves, just like the roar of a lion in Buddhism.

A punch was thrown, and the Jianghu people who were locked by the big fist of the bowl didn't even have time to dodge, so they were knocked out with a punch and spat blood.

You can hear from the crackling sound on his body, he has broken a lot of bones under this punch.

Monk Zhengang was unstoppable, his fists kept swinging out, bringing up pieces of golden shadows, rampage, and there were bursts of wails everywhere he passed.

On the ground around him, those Jianghu people were under his fists, and the scene was not miserable for a while.

Behind him, the stick monks suddenly cheered, and finally let out a bad breath.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Chunliang hurriedly dragged everyone back.

A thousand people retreated together, and the people of the rivers and lakes who came to the stairs after a fierce battle with one hundred and thirty stick monks were forced back to the temple gate by the Zhengang Zen Master.

Lu Chunliang withdrew the silk threads on their bodies, and those Hu people also knew that this tall monk was not something they could deal with, so they all retreated to Lu Chunliang's side, staring at Monk Zhengang vigilantly.

The real monk is possessed by golden light, full of muscles and flesh, like the roots of an old tree, you can know just by looking at it, and the strength of it must be beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But he stood proudly in front of the Great Buddha Hall, even though King Kong was angry, but he still never stepped forward.

He had a pair of gloomy eyes, staring at Lu Chunliang, and his whole body was tense.

The true pure monk looked at Zhengang, and his heart sank.

This junior brother cultivates his muscles and bones, has a short temper, and has never been afraid of others.

If someone else provokes him, where is the chance to confront him?

At this time, most of them have already rushed forward, lifted the other party, and crushed them into pulp.

But now Zhengang hesitated, obviously jealous of this young Tao.

He couldn't help but secretly think in his heart, if he didn't manage to retreat this Taoist priest, then today's King Kong Temple catastrophe would probably be difficult to resolve.

Thinking of this, the host of the King Kong Temple brought a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he already had an idea in his heart.

"Senior, you and I have no grudges in the past, and no enemies in the near future, why kill each other, it's good to listen to the old man?"

"Tell me about it?"

Lu Chunliang heard that there was something in his words, and said noncommittally.

"These Hu people are in formation, although they are powerful, they can fight more and less, and they are not big husbands. It's better for us to fight three times, and each side will send three masters, and two wins in three games.

If the seniors won, then the old man assured that the King Kong Temple would agree to the seniors' conditions and tell the secret of the North Heavenly Gate.

If our King Kong Temple is lucky enough to win, please ask the seniors to retreat with these Hu people.

How?"