"Junliangko?"

The young trail came on a bull ride, bathing the eyes of the audience, but he was not in a hurry, and smiled leisurely.

The face of the fairy is even more astonishing.

If the immortal is in the dust, there is a fairy aura around his body, and he cannot be forced to look at it.

At this time, the Zhenjing monk, the host of King Kong Temple, thought hard for a while, but he never remembered that there was such a number one person in the Central Plains martial arts.

But this person's popularity is remarkable, and he is by no means easy to match, and he must have a big background.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at his junior brother, Zen Master Zhengang.

saw that he also shook his head secretly.

Obviously, whether it is in the Central Plains Martial Arts or the rivers and lakes outside the Guanwai, they have never heard of the name of this "pure good son".

What makes their hearts palpitate even more is that this bull riding trail is as deep as the abyss of the sea.

So young, tend to be so cultivated?

Even the Zhengang junior disciple who was already an innate grandmaster was afraid of it!

It's impossible!

This person is definitely an old monster who has been incognito in the rivers and lakes for a long time?

Who is he?

Those who come are not good, and the means are unpredictable!

It is not advisable to be an enemy......

"Junliangzi senior, this temple has offended the predecessor somewhere. If this is the case, how about the old man to make amends again?" Before the Zhenjing monk, the presiding monk of the King Kong Temple, had not yet fought each other, he showed weakness for the first time, which immediately caused a burst of whispers among the many monks and soldiers.

"Oh! I didn't expect the King Kong Temple in the Western Regions to be so reasonable!" the young man smiled lightly, and his words were quite ridiculous.

But the pure monk didn't seem to listen, and his face didn't move.

"Well, if you want me to retreat today, it's easy! Just agree to two conditions!" Lu Chunliang said with a smile.

"Oh? Senior, please say!" said the true pure monk Harmony respectfully.

"Both conditions are simple for you. First, tell where the North Heavenly Gate is located and how to contact them. Second, stop arresting the monks and soldiers of the Zhuang Ding Dalian, and completely withdraw from the city of rest. Lu Chunliang looked at the pure monk with a smile, but there was a deep meaning behind his eyes.

Behind him, Hu Boer and the other Hu people outside the gate all clenched their weapons in their hands, paying close attention to the reaction of the True Pure Monk.

The true pure monk has already set off a monstrous wave in his heart, and the North Heavenly Gate is very secret in the rivers and lakes, and his dealings with them are even more secret.

How could this young Taoist priest in front of him know about this?

Beitianmen is mysterious and unfathomable, and their strength is bottomless, and to tell their secrets is to offend Beitianmen.

He was also counting on the Mighty Vajra Pill provided by the North Heavenly Gate to enhance the strength of the temple, how could he easily offend!

As for the withdrawal of troops?

It's even more impossible!

The capture of the city of rest is the first step of the King Kong Temple's counterattack on the Central Plains and the competition with the four major Buddhist sects.

After that, what is the foothold of King Kong Temple in the rivers and lakes?

"Amitabha, it seems that he can't be good today. It is a great sin for the Buddha to kill in a pure place!"

"Up!" The Zhengang Zen master on the side was already hideous, how could there be any hint of Buddhist charity.

With an order, the eight hundred monks and soldiers of King Kong Temple also pounced on the people of the Jianghu Alliance like wolves and tigers.

"Kill!" Seeing this, Hu Boer, who had already been preparing to attack, did not show weakness and led a group of Hu people from the rivers and lakes to rush up.

The two groups of men and horses collided head-on, and after a while, there were shouts of killing that shook the sky, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

The two sides were suddenly in a mess, and the young Xiaodao bull riding and the two monks Zhenjing and Zhengang looked across the battlefield.

At that time, the fire foreman Tuo went out with the magic of King Kong and established the King Kong Temple.

But if you want to cultivate the Vajra Divine Skill, the Golden Bell Jar has become a compulsory course for the disciples of the Vajra Temple.

Supplemented by the Mighty Vajra Pill, these monks and soldiers are as hard as iron, and their swords are difficult to hurt.

Even if those masters of the rivers and lakes have sharp moves, they can only repel the monks, but they are difficult to kill.

However, those monks and soldiers relied on their tenacity and fearlessness to die, and forcibly rushed into the crowd, stirring up chaos.

These Jianghu people suddenly became chaotic, and there were signs of being scattered.

Sure enough, it's a rabble, and it's useless!

Lu Chunliang shook his head secretly.

So just when the people were in a hurry, they suddenly heard a deep shout.

"Don't you need the Green Bull Punch yet?"

Only then did everyone wake up like a dream, and their hearts were settled.

One by one, they raised their fists in front of their chests, and the posture of precipitating their strength came like a giant horn with their heads bowed and their horns raised, and the next moment they arched out.

Green Bull Punch, Green Bull Punch......

This punch imitates the shape of a green ox, and once it is struck, it has a thousand strong forces.

Bang bang bang......

For a while, the field was like a drum and thunder, and the roar was non-stop.

Once the Jianghu Hu people use this set of boxing techniques, they will no longer be the sloppy appearance before, and the punch power is infinite, like a wild bull rushing, and the double fists are like horns, with a sharp spiral of dark energy, through the leather shell, into the flesh and blood.

Even if the monks and soldiers of King Kong Temple are all covered with a layer of turtle shells, under this set of boxing methods, they can only retreat step by step.

For a while, these Jianghu people were so imposing that they were pressed back.

The 800 monks and soldiers of the King Kong Temple were suddenly defeated and retreated, and they no longer had the previous indomitable state.

"There is such a thing!" The presiding monk of the King Kong Temple, Zhenjing, pulled down his face in an instant, and waved his hand heavily.

"Hey, bold and evil, the King Kong Temple is presumptuous in the King Kong Temple!"

There was a thunderclap and a shout.

Whoosh ......

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw that in the King Kong Hall of the King Kong Temple, there was a group of golden stick monks pouring up like a tide.

They were barefoot and naked, like gold and bronze sculptures, with great force, and their feet stepped on the bluestone slabs, leaving shocking footprints.

Woowoo......

Strong winds blow.

Hundreds of pounds of iron rods danced vigorously among these golden-bodied stick monks, and they were even more continuous into a huge formation.

"What kind of stick is this?"

"That's amazing!"

"Retreat, retreat!"

......

For a while, all the people in the rivers and lakes felt that the sky was full of stick shadows, and they were trapped in a heavy formation and had nowhere to escape.

"It turned out to be the thirteen stick monks of my Shaolin Temple?" Watching the formation, the Zhenxiu monk, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

As a Shaolin Buddha, even if his Zen heart is stable, he can't help but show surprise at this time.

Lu Chunliang nodded slightly, not surprised.

Ever since the moment he saw these golden-bodied stick monks, he had noticed something.

King Kong Temple originated from Shaolin Temple.

The allusion of the thirteen stick monks of Shaolin Temple to help the Tang King fight the world has been a legend in the rivers and lakes for a long time since ancient times.

Jianghu people are scattered and unruly, and they are scattered and scattered, so although they are quite strong in martial arts, they are outnumbered and do not pose much threat to the imperial court.

But if there are people or forces that can unite the warriors together, train them well, and then teach them with strong exercises, then the training will be a powerful army far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

This Shaolin stick monk is like this.

It is said that once the number of thirteen is gathered, it can be put on the posture of the demon subduing array, and it has the power to subdue the demon and the dragon, and the power is incomparable.

And now this King Kong Temple god has unknowingly practiced to the number of one hundred and thirty, which is even more fierce.

The stick monks all shot neatly, and the stick moves were extremely domineering.

Although these Jianghu people learned the Qingniu Powerful Boxing passed down by the Great Qingniu, and they became quick under the teaching of the Qingniu, but their own talents are too poor and their foundation is unstable, where are the opponents of these stick monks?

For a time, thousands of Hu masters were forced to retreat by these 130 stick monks.

When the Zhenjing monk saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneer: "With this bit of strength, you still dare to break into the King Kong Temple?"

I really can't hold up the wall......

Lu Chunliang covered his head and sighed.

However, he didn't have too much hope for these Hu people outside the gate.

This thousand Hu people are just a temptation of a small test.

No, this led to the one hundred and thirty stick monks of this King Kong Temple, but it was also used to the fullest.

One hundred and thirty stick monks were like one person, and the big array was fierce, advancing forward, and everywhere they went, their figures flew and were swept out.

The young trail riding on the back of the green ox just stretched out his palm and flicked his fingers.

Sneer......

Filaments popped out of his fingertips, more and more, from dozens to tens of them, and finally there were tens of thousands.

Under the manipulation of Xiao Dao, the filaments of true qi were all writhing in mid-air like spirit snakes.

These filaments spread into the distance, wrapping around the waists of those Jianghu people one by one.

Those Hu figures suddenly froze, and they were like puppets and let them drive, putting on a posture that should respond to the Big Dipper.

"What?"

For a while, the one hundred and thirty stick monks only felt that there were human figures in all directions, and the formation was strict, like seven stars hanging upside down, and the group of images was clustered, enveloping them heavily, and they could not move forward at once.