The monk shouted, "Good coming", held the dragon claw with both hands, one claw met Lin Shaoping's palm, and the other claw grabbed straight to his throat.

Lin Shaoping changed his moves in the air again and again, but the monk responded to all changes with the same attitude, just a set of Shaolin dragon claw hands, which forced him to be in a hurry. Compared with Lin Shaoping's whirring, the monk's moves were silent, but the places he attacked were all vital to his person, and he was extremely vicious.

In the end, Lin Shaoping was helpless, and he also made a move against the monk with a dragon claw hand, and then jumped back to Xiao Yinjian's side with his strength.

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand?" The monk was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Good boy, dare to steal Shaolin martial arts!

"Damn, grandpa steals from you as a bird!" Lin Shaoping had already lost half a move just now because of his carelessness, and he was also furious at this time, and he used his most proud set of thousand-handed palms, conjuring up a palm shadow in the sky, and attacking the monk.

"Great Compassion Thousand Hands?" the monk was taken aback, and he also used the same palm technique to meet him.

This set of palm techniques is familiar to both of them, and they are fast at the moment, often the moves have been broken since the beginning, and the two of them have been in full swing for a while, and they have never even had a physical contact, and the two have not even used a complete move.

"Damn, I can't imagine that there is anyone who can practice the Thousand Hands Rulai Palm so proficiently. Lin Shaoping said secretly in his heart.

"Amitabha, I can't imagine that outside the Shaolin Temple, there are people who can make a thousand hands of great compassion and great compassion, and they are so proficient. The monk was also secretly amazed in his heart.

"Damn, Lao Tzu seems to be really a descendant of Shaolin. Lin Shaoping said in his heart.

"Amitabha, could it be that this benefactor is also a Shaolin lineage?" the monk was also thinking. After all, martial arts moves are easy to steal, but the internal skills that drive the moves are not so easy to steal, with the monk's understanding of this palm method, he naturally knows that Lin Shaoping is not a half-claw stealing a little, but has been completely orthodox.

Xiao Yinjian didn't know these things, except for the battle of life and death with Huilun, he had never been in contact with martial arts, so now he only faintly felt that Lin Shaoping and the Shaolin monk's palm routines were very similar, seeing that the two of them were fighting so fast, Xiao Yinjian was only dazzled, and secretly screamed in his heart.

"Damn, these bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple are really not good things. Xiao Yinjian scolded secretly. Although he didn't know martial arts, his senses were more sensitive than those of martial arts practitioners, and he had long been aware that more than one monk was secretly watching the fight in the arena.

"Hmph, it must be said that Shaolin's martial arts are world-famous, and the skills are overwhelming, and if you lose, you can push it to the excuse that you are outnumbered and strong, no wonder you only sent such a young monk out, it ******is really shameless!" Xiao Yinjian secretly guessed the motives of the Shaolin monk.

The two of them fought inseparably in the field, and in the end, Lin Shaoping was more experienced in fighting, although he rarely played with masters, but sometimes, some tricks are applicable to any level of master.

I saw Lin Shaoping pretending to trip on the ground and stumbling out, because his performance was too realistic, and the little monk knew that it might be a trick, so he couldn't help but take advantage of the situation to attack.

The little monk had actually taken precautions against the enemy's counterattack, but he didn't expect that Lin Shaoping fell like this, just turned around, and in fact had already finished the first half of the "Ruyi Shaped Legs".

Lin Shaoping was unforgiving, and for a while, the stunts such as "Grab the Flower Grip", "Indra Finger", "Silence Grab" and so on continued to be used, and the little monk was suddenly beaten to the point of only parrying, without the slightest power to fight back, and was about to be defeated under Lin Shaoping, several monks suddenly turned out of the back of the house, and one of the white-bearded old monks shouted: "Amitabha, may I ask which Shaolin faction is the benefactor?"

"It's really despicable enough, as soon as I saw that my own people were down, I came out to persuade you, why didn't I see you come out just now?" Xiao Yinjian scolded in his heart, but he didn't make a sound on his lips, and stood aside quietly.

Lin Shaoping finally gained the upper hand, and he was unwilling to give up, but he listened to that question, and his subordinates inevitably slowed down, and the little monk breathed a sigh of relief, where did he dare to fight, and hurriedly jumped back away from the battle circle.

At this time, Lin Shaoping couldn't chase after him, so he had to stand still and said impatiently: "Lao Tzu is not a descendant of Shaolin. ”

"Amitabha!" the old monk pronounced the Buddha's name, and said: "Looking at the number of martial arts of the donor, it is clearly a Shaolin lineage, so why hide it?"

"If Lao Tzu says no, it's not!" Lin Shaoping shouted: "Whoever beats Lao Tzu is convinced, Lao Tzu will tell you who my master is." ”

"Amitabha, then let the old man come and teach the donor's tricks. The white-bearded old monk stood up and said.

Seeing that the old monk had an extraordinary bearing, Xiao Yinjian hurriedly pulled Lin Shaoping behind him and shouted, "It's my turn this time." As he spoke, he didn't wait for Lin Shaoping to react, and immediately ravaged up. However, Xiao Yinjian didn't know any moves, just an honest punch and hit the old monk's face.

The old monk made a move of "Shaolin Double Circle Hand", wanting to deflect Xiao Yinjian's unfettered punch, and then counterattack, but he didn't expect Xiao Yinjian's fist to be so heavy, he only deviated a little, and the fist still rushed like a meteor.

"Bang!" The old monk didn't have time to change his moves, and he only dodged half of it, and half of his face was hit firmly. Suddenly, half of the old monk's cheeks became flushed, and a nosebleed rushed out.

Xiao Yinjian turned his head, deliberately looked around, and asked, "Where are the beauties?"

Lin Shaoping asked cooperatively: "Boss, was there a beautiful woman just now?"

"If there weren't a beautiful swimsuit girl, how could this old guy have a nosebleed?" Xiao Yinjian said with a smile.

This time, the old monk almost spurted out another mouthful of blood, of course, this time from his mouth.

"The donor is so rude, Hugh blames the old man's men for being ruthless. The old monk was really angry, put his hands together and bowed, and then also used the "Great Compassion Thousand Hands Pose", * like a cover for Xiao Yinjian.