"What a thief monk!"

Hearing what the True Pure Monk said, the smile on the corner of Lu Chunliang's mouth did not change, but it became more and more cold.

Although there are many of them, they are the only ones who can be of great use, Lu Chunliang, and at most he brings a Shaolin Buddha Zhenxiu monk.

As for these Jianghu people, they are just some rabble.

If it weren't for him to practice qi into silk, perform thousands of machines, and let these scattered people put up formations, they would have been shocked by the stick monks of King Kong Temple.

Now this Zhenjing monk has about three fights, and he wants to win two games in three games with a catch-and-match match, and he obviously has this point.

is like Tian Ji racing horses, and he uses the weak son of his side to exchange for his strong son Lu Chunliang.

Then crush the opponent's weak son with the strong son of his own side!

I have to say that this King Kong Temple is a wealthy family outside the gates, and there is really no one present who can deal with the masters among them.

The true pure monk is the host of the King Kong Temple, and he is the ultimate master of the day after tomorrow.

And standing outside the Buddha hall, there is a Zhengang Zen master, the twenty-five masters of the Dragon List, who is guarding the main gate tightly and not allowing anyone to break in.

Practicing kung fu horizontally, he has already reached the extreme in the world, King Kong is not bad, except for the mysterious Taoist who rides a bull in front of him, even if everyone else is on the same page, what is he afraid of?

"You bald donkey, but you are good at calculating. ”

I don't know who was the first to speak, and the rest of the Hu people also followed up and scolded when they heard this.

Although these Jianghu people are not good at working hard, they are very compelling in their hearts.

For a while, the voices of those Hu people were deafening together.

But the Zhenjing monk didn't look at them, and asked Lu Chunliang, "Senior, what do you think? If the seniors are afraid, how about retreating?"

The old monk was secretly lucky, and his voice was like a golden bell, and he suppressed the voice of thousands of Hu people, and it was clearly transmitted

"Real person, you can't agree to play. Hu Boer hurriedly came to Lu Chunliang's side and said loudly, "This Zhenjing monk must not have a good heart when he proposes this." ”

But Lu Chunliang waved his hand indifferently, looked at the Zhenjing monk again, and said, "Okay, I promise you." But the premise is that every sentence must be made by your Vajra Temple side first! Otherwise, there will be no need for this three-game fight!"

When everyone saw that Lu Chunliang had agreed, they were shocked.

Monk Zhenxiu slowly spoke at this time, smiling: "Amitabha, you can all see his calculations, how can the seniors not see it?"

Hearing Zhenxiu's words, everyone gradually calmed down.

"Okay, the seniors are really refreshing!" King Kong Temple and the others laughed when they heard Lu Chunliang agree, and the Zhenjing monk Deng, he dared to put forward this condition, naturally he had something to rely on in his heart.

King Kong Temple is located in the Western Regions, how can these Hu people and grass people be compared.

What if each game comes first?

In addition to this bull riding trail, who in the field can be their opponent of the Kongo Temple!

"Great monk, who came out of your side first?"

Without waiting for everyone to be surprised, Lu Chunliang had already opened his mouth to ask.

Of course, he knew that the True Pure Monk had other plans, but he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in this monk's gourd.

"The seniors are really fast!" "The true pure monk, his eyes swept over the monks on the field, and he already had a fixed number: "Fang Xu, in this first game, you will come to fight." ”

After the Zhengang Zen Master, a nine-foot-tall monk walked out happily, bowed to the Zhenjing monk and said, "Presiding, disciple obeys." ”

He rose into the air, and his whole body was as light as an ape, and he landed steadily, and he was as thick and steady as a giant elephant.

"I don't know which brother is fighting me? ”

Before Lu Chunliang could speak, the rest of the Hu people were already flustered.

This monk is in the King Kong Temple, and his fame is not small at all.

He is the protector of the Vajra Temple, known as the world's first horizontal practice of the Zhengang monk disciples, the cultivation of the same is the King Kong is not bad magic skills, although not as domineering as the master, but the realm has reached the sixth grade, is the acquired master.

In addition, King Kong is not bad and his magic skills are domineering, and it is difficult to find opponents outside the gate.

For a while, everyone panicked, and went through everyone present, except for real people, no one seemed to be able to stabilize Fang Xu.

Lu Chunliang was unhurried, and said: "Bairen, you have been cultivating the Divine Foot Sutra for some days, it's time to try your skills." ”

On his side, the black-faced young man with a knife nodded respectfully, stepped forward again, came to the middle of the field, confronted the monk Yao, hugged his fists and said, "Sun Bairen, please advise." ”

The words are neither humble nor arrogant, and there is a faint bit of master style, where is it like a young man chopping wood?

Looking at Sun Bairen's appearance, Lu Chunliang nodded with satisfaction.

After leaving the Divine Sword Villa, he passed on the kung fu of a Divine Foot Sutra to Sun Bairen, which is named after the Divine Foot, which is naturally to boil his legs and measure the earth, and every step he takes is a practice.

As for the sword technique, his sharp spirit is still formed, plus he saw Hu Fei and his disciples shoot with his own eyes in the Divine Sword Villa that day, all of them are masters, what he saw and heard that day is the world's top sword spectrum, where do you need to teach it separately?

It's just that Sun Bairen is as his name, although he is sharp inside, but he is obtuse outside, he is not a smart person, not at the last moment, it is difficult to come out.

This is human nature, and it is difficult to change.

Lu Chunliang simply passed on a body refining kung fu, his feet were steady, he could stand longer, and when he took out the knife, his feet were connected to the earth, and he could increase his strength a little.

And after a journey of thousands of miles, Lu Chunliang even used a unique secret medicine to help him polish his physique.

It is the place where the meridians of the hundred points converge.

If you pass through the foot, you will pass through it!

Cultivating the Divine Foot Sutra must always be painful and unbearable when the surface of the foot rubs against the earth, and when the initial practice is made, the soles of the feet are often blurred with flesh and blood, and there is no complete skin.

But once practiced, it is natural to have all the pulses.

This Sun Bairen has mediocre bones, but he has a tough personality.

Perfect for this!

In fact, he did not live up to Lu Chunliang's expectations, enough land, but not wasted for a moment, practiced diligently, never said a word, and his skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he had unconsciously completed the three major Zhoutian, tending to the realm of seven products, and was only one step away from the day after tomorrow.

In Kongoji Temple, everyone's eyes are focused on the middle of the courtyard.

Sun Bairen's face was scorched, his body was thin and thin, and he didn't look like a master no matter how he looked at it. But he was carrying a firewood knife, and the firewood knife was held by Lu Chunliang last time, and after the knife was divided, it was already stained with aura.

Now Chai Dao and Sun Bairen are one and the same, he just stands quietly in place, the knife and man are one, and he is not at all inferior to the genius monk Fang Xu, who is the younger generation of the King Kong Temple.

The two looked at each other, and before they could make a move, there was already a faint smell of gunsmoke in the air.

Monk Fang Xuan was domineering, but Sun Bairen was just as patient as his name. No matter how the opponent's momentum is crushed, when he comes to him, he is all dissolved.

He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills.

He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Suddenly, Zen Master Zhengang waved his hand violently, and a vigorous blow was struck, and a large circle was drawn on the ground, surrounding the two of them. Monk Fang Xu then spoke: "You and I, each show our strengths, if you withdraw from the Great Circle, it will be regarded as admitting defeat." ”

"Good. ”

Sun Bairen's voice fell, and he felt a flower in front of him.

The golden light around Fang Xu's body flickered, like an Arhat, although this golden light was a little dimmer compared to his master, it still gave people a strong sense of oppression.

He was barefoot, carrying an iron rod in his hand, and his feet were on the ground, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with every step he took.

I saw a golden shadow moving on the field, and quickly approached Sun Bairen.

Sun Bairen only heard a gust of wind whistling in his ears, and he gently lifted the firewood knife, colliding with the iron rod in Monk Fang Xu's hand, making a dinging sound.

There was a burst of force on the iron rod, which passed down the wood knife, and made his arm sore.

But Sun Bairen's knees were slightly bent, and there were a few more cracks on the bluestone slab ground under his feet, and the strength of Monk Fang Xu's stick was unloaded into the earth by him.

It's just that the pair of straw sandals under his feet cracked under this force, and the front end of the straw sandals cracked a hole, as if a big mouth had been opened, revealing the dark toes inside.

Sun Bairen's wrist was forceful, and he actually forced Monk Fang Xuan back two steps.

He shook his feet, threw out the straw sandals under his feet, and stepped on the ground barefoot like Monk Fang Xu.

Monk Fang Xuan took two steps back, and the iron rod in his hand slammed into the ground, only then did he stabilize his figure, he raised his head to look at Sun Bairen, and when he saw that the other party was safe and sound, his eyes couldn't help but become serious: "Yes, there is a bit of a doorway." ”

"But I haven't done it all yet. ”

Monk Fang Xuan sneered, and rushed forward again, the iron rod in his hand waved quickly, bringing up the shadow of the stick in the sky, and constantly slapping towards Sun Bairen. His speed was getting faster and faster, and when the iron rod reached the end, only an afterimage could be seen.

But Sun Bairen just kept responding with a firewood knife, and there was a clanging sound of gold and iron in mid-air.

Before meeting Lu Chunliang, Sun Bairen was just an ordinary fisherman, and he had no cultivation talent.

Although he didn't have the slightest cultivation talent, he saw Lu Chunliang divide the torrent with a knife, and saw the sword god Hu Fei fighting with the top figures of the four sects of sword skills, so under this understanding, he actually skipped the hundred days of building the foundation, from an ordinary person, to a seven-grade master.

After that, he cultivated the Divine Foot Sutra passed on by Lu Chunliang, and the realm gradually stabilized.

As long as you continue to cultivate, you won't have to worry about becoming a master.

In addition, he held a firewood knife containing Lu Chunliang's use, and this firewood knife was irrigated by his true qi, and it had already been reborn, and it was extraordinary.

For a while, he used the power of the seventh grade to deal with the Fang Xuan monk of the sixth grade of the day after tomorrow, but he did not fall behind at all.

Monk Fang Xuan tried his best, but it was always difficult to break through Sun Bairen's defense, only to see Sun Bairen's feet apart, standing in a horse step, every time he received a blow from the void, his feet sank again, and now the ground under his feet has not reached the soles of his feet.

The disciple of the Great Protector of the Vajra Temple couldn't help but be a little anxious, he was in the door to learn from his fellow disciples, and the rest of the people were difficult to be his opponents, but against a little seven-rank boy, he couldn't attack for a long time, which made him feel a big loss of face.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, took half a step back, and the iron rod in his hand turned a few times in his hand, whirring, only to see him suddenly grab the end of the iron rod and smash it into the top of Sun Bairen's head.

Sun Bairen was unhurried, he stepped back, his horse steps turned into lunges, and he lifted the firewood knife to catch the stick of Monk Fang Xu.

The strength of this stick made his face flush. There was an extra cobweb-like crack in the ground in an instant, and his feet were actually three inches below the funnel-shaped line.

For a moment, the gravel splattered.

Everyone outside the venue was in an uproar when they saw this scene.

Whether it is a disciple of King Kong Temple or a Hu Ren martial artist, they can see the great power of this stick, but Sun Bai can't help but dodge, and after taking it, he is still safe and sound.

How can it not be amazing?

The two monks, Zhengang and Zhenjing, frowned at the same time, Sun Bairen's temperament was extremely sharp, like a peerless sword, but it was full of toughness, like a ball of cotton.

As the saying goes, a hard sword is easy to break, and so is people. But this kid has achieved the ultimate in both rigidity and tenacity.

Not only did they look at Lu Chunliang, their eyes were full of jealousy, this Taoist priest was not only magical in his own ability, but even the people around him were so miraculous.

On the other side, Sun Bairen took advantage of the fact that Monk Fang Xuan hadn't come back yet, and rushed over quickly with his knife. The firewood knife in his hand waved, this firewood knife that had been irrigated by Lu Chunliang's true qi, the internal structure had changed under the action of the true qi, and it was comparable to the peerless treasure knife.

Sun Bairen swung out a knife, and there was a flash of light on the blade.

The ground under his feet sank, which showed how powerful this knife was.

Monk Fang Xuan also trembled, he didn't expect this unattractive kid to be not only full of toughness, but also so sharp when he made a move.

He suddenly didn't dare to despise it, and hurriedly raised the iron rod to deal with it in a hurry.

The wood knife slashed at the iron rod with a clanging sound.

Monk Fang Xuan gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his forehead bloomed. Although he had been prepared, the strength of this knife was still beyond his imagination. For a while, he was a little difficult to deal with.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and everyone around them held their breath.

But at this moment, the iron rod in Monk Fang Xu's hand was quietly disconnected from the middle, and Sun Bairen's wood knife was still inexhaustible, and he continued to slash towards the top of the monk's head.

Monk Fang Xuan suddenly lost his soul and hurriedly retreated, which was only then that he could avoid a knife.

Over there, the Hu Ren warrior suddenly cheered, although this knife failed to kill Monk Fang Xu, it had already destroyed his weapon.

The stick monk of King Kong Temple, even the stick is gone, what kind of climate can it become?

They looked into the battlefield, and they already had victory in their hands.

Sun Bairen also looked at Monk Fang Xu, and said kindly: "Your weapon has been destroyed, admit defeat, I don't want to bully unarmed people." ”

But Monk Fang Xuan suddenly smiled, his legs were apart, his fists were in a corner shape, and he looked at Sun Bairen: "You may not know, compared to stick techniques, I am better at fist and foot kung fu." ”

King Kong is not bad!

The next moment, his eyes widened, his fists were raised, and his whole body was full of golden light, full of the Dharma intention of the Buddha Gate King Kong, and the whole person turned into an angry-eyed King Kong, pushing the golden mountain and pouring the jade pillar.