Congo, Africa. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The already vast land became even hotter under the scorching sun.

The spewing fire of the earth is not rushing out of the surface, like a blooming fire tree, showing the temperature of destruction.

Huge demon elephants, clad in scaly armor, roamed among the magma, their proboscis curling with a wave of heat.

High on the cliff, a lion with golden light roared, and its roar shook all directions, causing the beasts to submit.

The earth has evolved, and the latent potential has been triggered, and Africa, a semi-wild land, is a paradise where all kinds of birds and beasts gather into demons. Countless spiritual flowers and fruits, let them devour them with their open bellies, continue to evolve, and return to their ancestors.

The little fat man Zhang Dekai can no longer be called a little fat man at the moment.

Although his body still looks a little bloated, all the fat on his body has turned into tendon meat, and large muscles are piled up on his body, as if he is wearing a thick layer of armor.

The ancient legend did not pass on his sword or sword skills, but stick skills.

The main internal strength is still Jiuyang, but the external power is the famous dragon descending palm, and there is also the vajra dragon elephant gong used in body training.

King Kong Dragon Elephant Gong is an ancient legend of Shaolin's King Kong is not bad combined with Tibetan Buddhism's Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, which is Zhang Dekai's original. The part of Buddhism has been eliminated, and the most simple and extreme strength and physical training method have been retained.

In this way, although the potential of this new student to practice physical martial arts is not as good as that of Dragon Elephant Prajna and King Kong, it also loses many secret doors in Buddhist martial arts, resulting in the risk of being crossed in the future.

Gu Chuanxia is such a match, but it is to make Zhang Dekai go all the way to the end.

On the fiery red cliff, Zhang Dekai was holding a heavy alloy beating stick, and he was fighting with a fire leopard.

The mountain-shaking stick method passed down by the ancient legend has shown a bit of style in his hands.

Gu Chuanxia nodded.

No longer care about Zhang Dekai, Gu Chuanxia just left him alone in the wild and sinister group of monsters, Gu Chuanxia stepped out, but he had already come to a small isolated tribe in Africa.

In the middle of the small tribe, in a simple but luxurious room compared to the surrounding houses, the dragon elephant smiled.

His hands were still clutching the Second World, which was wrapped in a robe.

He carries the weight of a world all the time.

After all, in this world, there is not only a long river of fate, but also the projection of the ancient immortal Buddha, the fake king of the king of Jizo, the reincarnation of the ancient god Chu Mad, the five zombie ancestors, Zhu Rong and other strong people.

If he lets go a little, the world may be directly broken, and those trapped powerhouses will get out of the trap and continue to fight on the earth to fight for the long river of fate.

At this moment, Gu Chuanxia has already tracked down, and he naturally has some preparations, so he is not in a hurry or panic.

Walking out of the hut, looking at the ancient legend, the dragon elephant held the second world in his hand, and slowly spoke.

"The dream lord has done this great thing for the sake of a river of fate, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Gu Chuanxia just sneered, the truth that should be said has already been said. Everyone knows a lot of things, so why talk about it?

Seeing that Gu Chuanxia didn't answer, Shi Longxiang had no interest in speaking again.

Most of the people of the small tribe had dispersed under the warning of the dragon elephant, except for eighteen small African boys, each with an iron rod in their hands.

The stick was a lot taller than any of them, and it weighed more than ten times their own weight. But they didn't have a hard time.

Gu Chuanxia's gaze swept over the eighteen African boys one by one, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

"Eighteen pure yang bodies, and also practiced Shaolin boy gong. If the expectation was good, they must have practiced the Eighteen Arhat Formation together. You've put some thought into it. Gu Chuanxia said.

Shi Long Xiang smiled but did not speak.

Just as Gu Chuanxia didn't answer him, he didn't want to answer Gu Chuanxia.

The earth has changed dramatically, and everyone is like a dragon. The wildness of Africa has not disappeared, and it is easier for people who live here to practice some simple and direct martial arts.

Shaolin Tongzigong is not only a child's body cultivation, but also a child's heart. Such a childlike heart and a Buddha's heart are one, and you can get a glimpse of the true meaning of the avenue.

"Array!"

One of the African children opened his mouth and drank. They don't understand the unfamiliar language, but the word "array" is shouting in a correct tone.

At the sound of the order, the eighteen children were all shining with essence, and under the scorching sun, under the scorching sun, there seemed to be golden-red blood flowing under their dark skin, like magma.

Holding an iron rod, the eighteen children stepped on the shoulders of one of them and stood up.

The next moment, the sound of Buddha rolled in the void, and eighteen Arhat phantoms overlapped above the clouds. Eighteen sticks swung straight down, and then converged into a single blow, with a very pure power, towards the ancient legend.

This kind of attack is already considered a good thing, and if you see it, you should feel a headache.

But if you want to stop Gu Chuanxia, I'm afraid it's not enough.

The ancient legend showed the softness in his hand, and pulled it with a gentle force.

Seven or eight children flew out and threw them into the distance.

As long as they break this Arhat Formation, they will not be able to stop the ancient legend at all.

Eight children flew upside down in the air, with no panic on their faces, and they were unusually calm. They have endured the trials and tribulations of nature since childhood, and are far stronger and braver than their peers who live in the metropolis.

At the same time, they are more aware of opportunities.

In their eyes, that god-like bald uncle is their chance. They regarded the test given to them by the bald uncle as God's test for them, so they had no fear.

Eight children joined together in the air, their iron rods next to each other, borrowing each other's strength, and then turning around and returning, swinging their sticks at the ancient legend in mid-air.

The other ten children also did not stop, rolling on the ground one after another, and the iron rod swept towards the lower body of the ancient legend with great force.

Hit up and down, like Arhat's palms, slammed together, to pinch the ancient legend.

Gu Chuanxia looked at the Dragon Relief Elephant who was holding the second world tightly and seemed to be ready to strike at any time, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Of course, Shi Longxiang knew that the eighteen Arhat formations composed of these eighteen children were not at all ancient. But he also knew that as long as Gu Chuanxia didn't kill him, these eighteen little boys would be able to cause him enough trouble to make him unable to get rid of quickly.

And what he wants to do is to launch a thunderous blow when the ancient legend is most irritable and his heart is entangled in whether to kill or not to kill. Seriously injured the ancient legend in one fell swoop, so that the situation can be leveled.

So is Gu Chuanxia really trapped?

The eighteen Arhat formations composed of eighteen children, did he really struggle to kill or not?

Of course not!

It's like Shi Long is waiting for the ancient legend to show his flaws.

Gu Chuanxia is also waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the release of the dragon elephant to make a move.

Only the moment the dragon elephant made a move, he would reveal the gap and relax his control over the second world.