For two months in a row, the whole temple of Shaolin Temple was tossed by Xiao Yinjian and suffered unspeakably, and he endured this mental and physical torture every day. If you had changed to another temple, you would have called the police to solve the trouble, but Shaolin Temple is different, this police call is called, and the face of the whole temple is really lost, and there is nothing left.

The only thing that the monks are thankful for is that Xiao Yinjian has a horizontal practice of kung fu, but his own attack is extremely poor, although his strength is extremely great, but he has never hit any monk, it can be said that there is no threat at all, but it is Lin Shaoping, who is originally weaker, and the threat is getting bigger and bigger these days.

Compared with Xiao Yinjian, who has been constantly improving his skills in the past few days, Lin Shaoping's skills have not increased much, but his experience in facing the enemy, group combat skills, and especially his comprehension of martial arts moves are growing rapidly every day. Although it is inevitable that he will be caught in the melee every day, but every time he is pointed, Lin Shaoping quietly observes the various moves of the Shaolin monks, and carefully experiences the gains and losses in the fight.

In the past two months, Lin Shaoping has gone from not being able to hold on to the first two minutes, and gradually being able to support three or five minutes, and then seven or eight minutes...... Until the day before, he was able to hold out for half an hour under the siege of dozens of Shaolin masters, and finally he was caught because of the excessive loss of skill. If progress continues at this rate, the meaning of "stepping on Shaolin" in Lin Shaoping's name may not be realized.

In fact, after so many days of fighting, not only the two challengers, but also the monks of Shaolin Temple, have also made slight progress in martial arts, but Xiao Yinjian and Lin Shaoping, the two perverted entities, have improved too quickly, and the monks are fighting harder and harder day by day, in contrast, it seems that they are regressing every day.

Of course, among all of them, Xiao Yinjian has benefited the most, and he has learned a few tricks from the monks, after he initially refined himself into a magic weapon, he is actually in urgent need of further fire training, and now the monks' attacks just replace the real fire in the refining process, Xiao Yinjian received every blow, let him increase a skill, and make his body stronger, in the past two months, his progress is simply unimaginable, now, if he really goes all out, the original Huilun may not even be able to catch a move in his hands。

For Xiao Yinjian, the only regret is that these monks have not been able to improve their skills accordingly, these days, the power on him is getting weaker and weaker, and the benefits that Xiao Yinjian gets are less than one day, if he can, Xiao Yinjian really wants to take a whip over, spur these monks to practice hard every day, work hard, and go up every day, it is best that they all become peerless masters one by one, so as to assist him to grow further.

It's a pity that Xiao Yinjian also knows that for him, it is enough to improve his skills and be beaten, but for others, this kind of improvement of skills must be a long-term process of accumulation, and in just a few days, the strength they have improved can almost be ignored.

"Alas, I have to make do with it, after all, except for Shaolin, there is no one more powerful, and now I can only count on these monks. ”

Xiao Yinjian thought helplessly, and suddenly a thought popped up: "That day in the city, I saw an adult health product store selling some medicines such as 'Mighty King Kong Pill', 'Golden Gun Pill', 'Absolute Macho Man', if you buy some for those monks to eat, can they become more violent?"

"However, if the medicine is too strong and hurts their bodies, it is not good, as a man, you have to take a long-term view!" Thinking of this, Xiao Yinjian hesitated a little again, and repeatedly muttered in his heart: "To take the medicine? or not to take it? This is a problem...... Thinking of the monk's appearance of taking the ****, Xiao Yinjian was a little moved.

Decided to drug the monk, Xiao Yinjian was a little itchy, grabbed Lin Shaoping, who was thrown aside by the acupoint, and shouted: "Finish it, call it a day, it's done today! Everyone has worked hard! See you tomorrow night!"

As he spoke, Xiao Yinjian carried Lin Shaoping and strode towards the outside of the temple.

Hearing the word "call it a day", the Shaolin monks breathed a sigh of relief, these days, they have become accustomed to it, they have to be harassed by Xiao Yinjian every day, and there is no thrill with him, only need to work and contribute to the "vicious fight", and then wait for him to finish work and go home. However, hearing the phrase "see you tomorrow", the monks couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

When he arrived at the gate of Shaolin, Xiao Yinjian was about to rush down the mountain, when suddenly, a black shadow in the distance was rushing towards Shaolin Temple with great speed, vaguely a bloated human figure.

When they got a little closer, Xiao Yinjian relied on his extraordinary eyesight, and through the faint moonlight, he could already see clearly that there were two people who came quickly, a tall and thin guy with a strong man in his hand, almost flying in the air without a foot.

When the two of them got closer, Xiao Yinjian found that the strong man who was being carried turned out to be one of the British Yankees he met when he and Lin Shaoping were looking for Shaolin Temple two months ago, Xiao Yinjian still remembered that the person was called William, when he shook hands with the bald Clarke, William also wanted to come over and pull them away, of course, how he knocked this guy unconscious later, Xiao Yinjian didn't remember at all.

As for William, he was a tall, thin, pale middle-aged man, who was wrapped in black, black coat, black trousers, black leather shoes, black cape, and black top hat...... Looks pretty weird.

Xiao Yinjian's heart moved: "Could it be ......"

The speed of the man in black could not be described as "fast", and in the blink of an eye, he carried William to the door of Shaolin. After putting down William, the man in black looked Xiao Yinjian up and down, and asked in fairly fluent Chinese: "Boy, are you a Shaolin monk?"

"No, Lord Doland, he's the same guy who wounded Clark two months ago! And the kid he was carrying, who was there that day!" William retched twice after landing on the ground, but immediately said loudly in English when he saw Xiao Yinjian.

"Really?" Doland smiled coldly, his figure suddenly flashing.

Xiao Yinjian didn't see his movements clearly at all, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and the whole person flew backwards, piercing the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple like a cannonball, and flew more than ten meters before smashing heavily on a wall, this time, it actually collapsed most of the wall.

Xiao Yinjian's sternum was shattered, and after spitting out a mouthful of slightly golden blood, he only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he fainted. And Lin Shaoping, who was originally carried by him, also rolled to the side, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.