Then he made up for it and fell heavily to the ground.

"The poisonous scholar Huangpu Pavilion is really powerful, I have lost my head and obeyed it!" After the thin head Tuo finished speaking, he stood aside, and at this time, the Huangpu Pavilion looked at those monks, "Master, our side has already divided the winners and losers, now if you don't want me to tear down this temple, I advise you to flash aside"

"Amitabha Buddha is good, the donor, please forgive the old man for being difficult to obey!"

"In that case, then don't blame me for being rude!" As soon as the words fell, he was about to walk with the sword in his hand.

"Slow" At this moment, a person suddenly jumped over the wall, and when Huangpu Pavilion saw this, he looked up, but saw that it was an old man.

"Why do you want the people inside?" Looking at the old man in front of him, Huangpu Pavilion asked lightly, and the latter nodded indifferently when he heard it, "Yes, I'm also here for the people in this house!"

Hearing him say this, the expression on Huangpu Pavilion's face turned cold, "I don't know your name, my Huangpu Pavilion subordinates are nameless without fighting!"

"You don't deserve to know!" As soon as the old man's voice fell, a long knife appeared on the cuff, and then he saw the old man's feet a little, the speed was extremely fast, Huangpu Pavilion had not yet reacted, only to see the knife flash, and then Huangpu Pavilion's hair fell out, when the old man stayed behind Huangpu Pavilion, Huangpu Pavilion came back to his senses, and then cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yang Bufan looked at the knife just now, and he was also shocked to see it, this person's knife technique is mellow to reach the realm of great success, it is estimated that the sword technique in the world of Lu Ding Ji is no longer invincible, but I didn't expect that in the world of Lu Ding Ji, there are such powerful characters in addition to Hong Antong.

Shuang'er also whispered in his ear: "Xianggong, this person's martial arts are so powerful, Shuang'er can't beat him." After saying that, he looked worried.

It turned out that Yang Bufan had already told her on the way, this time he came to visit an old monk in Qingliang Temple, and after Shuang'er was unusually smart and entered the temple, he saw this situation, and guessed that the person in the house was the old monk that the two of them wanted to visit.

Yang Bufan nodded, thinking about what to do in his heart, estimating that with the strength of this old man, he and Shuang'er might not be enough.

"You, you're a flying fox!" Huangpu Pavilion said in surprise

What kind of flying fox! Yang Bufan was stunned when he heard this, and his mind was running rapidly, this person was the flying fox who was one of the four major guards under Li Zicheng.

He sighed deeply.

"Hey, you actually know the old man!"

After Huangpu Pavilion confirmed the person in front of him, he was shocked, the flying fox Hu Feng was a subordinate of Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, but later killed King Chuang and took refuge in Wu Sangui, but he didn't expect to appear here.

"Didn't you die in the hands of the golden-faced Buddha and others?" Listening to the words of Huangpu Pavilion, the flying fox Hu Feng seemed to think of something, shook his head and said, "Life and death are only known to you, how do you know that my three brothers killed me in the first place?"

Huangpu Pavilion was speechless when he heard this, this flying fox was a figure from the previous dynasty, and his martial arts were at the peak, how could he be compared.

"Okay, Flying Fox, I have nothing to say if I lose to you today, so I will let the people in the house give it to you!"

After speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry with a group of lamas, so far the two forces that were originally fighting, the Great Lama and the Shenlong Sect, all retreated, leaving only Hu Feng, Yang Bufan, and the three of them.

Hu Feng glanced at Yang Bufan and didn't care, but looked at the old abbot and said, "Abbot, I want the people here today, Hu Feng wants it!"

Before Hu Feng's words fell, he heard the sound of 'whooshing', and seventeen monks flew in the courtyard, these monks were sixty or seventy years old, and the young ones were only about thirty, tall or short, handsome or ugly, and some of the monks' robes were protruding, as if they were carrying blades.

"Amitabha, you are here. The old abbot breathed a sigh of relief and spoke. Lingdu eBook

The seventeen monks came in and saluted the monk in unison, and one of the old monks said, "I'm waiting late, so my junior brother is worried." ”

"Shaolin Eighteen Arhats!" Hu Feng looked at the eighteen people in front of him, and his face was also shocked

And at this time, Yang Bufan breathed a sigh of relief, if he didn't come at this time, then he would only have to fight with the old monster of the previous dynasty.

The seventeen monks and the one at the door of the house recited "Amitabha" in unison, and then they stopped talking, but secretly formed a formation and faintly surrounded Hu Feng.

After Hu Feng saw this, he surprisingly put away his knife, and then said with a smile: "Since the people in the house are protected by Shaolin's 'Eighteen Arhats', Hu is not an uninteresting person, but Hu will not give up and say goodbye!"

After all, the current responsibility of these monks is to protect the people in the house, not to fight with people.

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Yang Bufan stepped forward, "Abbot, Xiao Ke has the courage to comprehend the Eighteen Arhats!"

At first, the abbot thought that Yang Bufan and the two were pilgrims watching the excitement, but when he heard it, he frowned, "Donor, do you know who it was just now?"

"I still have heard of the way of nature, the name of the flying fox!" Yang Bufan said casually, and the abbot said, "Since you know, do you know why he left?"

"Because of the Eighteen Arhats!" he replied calmly, and the abbot couldn't see anything on his face, but he glanced at the other monks, and everyone slowly surrounded him with sticks.

"Donor, show your blade!"

"What kind of blade?" he asked with a puzzled expression, and the abbot said slowly, "It is extremely fair to compete in martial arts, I am eighteen people holding long sticks, but you are barehanded, this is not appropriate!"

I'll go, eighteen to fight one is appropriate?

Yang Bufan rolled his eyes, and then said with a smile, "The abbot said that he laughed, I don't know how to hold a blade with any weapon, I think it's good, it's better to compare some fists and feet, the sword has no eyes, I'm also afraid!"

The abbot thought for a moment and nodded, "It's okay!

As soon as the word fell, the abbot raised his hand and hit out with a strong King Kong palm, and Yang Bufan, who saw this, did not hesitate at all, and also slapped it out with the strong King Kong palm!

"Bang!" The two palms collided, Yang Bufan's internal strength was a little shallow, and he unconsciously took half a step back!

"Donor, you're not my opponent, so let's go down the mountain!" Amitabha!" Listening to the old abbot's words, Yang Bufan suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Air Dry Dafa!"

"Suck!" He suddenly changed the exercises, only the abbot experienced it, feeling the continuous flow of his internal strength, the old abbot hurriedly shouted, "Brothers, help me!" As the abbot's words fell, the eighteen arhats all came to his back, and then they all clapped their hands.

It's just that as soon as his hand is up, countless internal forces suddenly begin to frantically go towards Yang Bufan's body.

One year, two years, three years... Yang Bufan felt his internal strength rising, and his face suddenly showed joy.

Not a lot of effort, he has broken through thirty years and poured into the thirty-five years of internal force, as for the eighteen Arhats, their faces turned pale one by one, after all, the ratio of one to ten is really not a joke, everyone is equivalent to having lost nearly ten years of internal strength!

Seeing that he was about to reach the thirty-fifth year of his strength, suddenly the door of the room opened, and then he saw a fat monk with a pile of short thatch-like beards on his face, his monk's clothes in tatters, revealing his undulating muscles, broad shoulders and thick waist, and big hands and feet.

"Abbot!" The fat monk looked at the situation in front of him, and hurriedly picked up the Zen staff and slapped it towards Yang Bufan!