"It's a good time!" Xiao Yinjian also learned from the little monk to shout, and greeted him with a dance palm. But how can he have the martial arts of the little monk? At the moment, Xiao Yinjian and the old monk can be said to have gone to two extremes, Xiao Yinjian has no real moves, and he waves his arms very fast, and in the eyes of people who do not understand martial arts, it is also terrifying, but such an undisciplined attack is simply full of flaws in the eyes of experts, and how can they beat people? The so-called "indiscriminate punching to defeat the old master" is just an accident of chance, and if this kind of thing really happens often, no one will deliberately talk about it.

Compared with Xiao Yinjian, the old monk was completely opposite, he was completely useless, and his palm was on Xiao Yinjian's body. Because he witnessed the competition between Lin Shaoping and his disciples, the old monk thought that Xiao Yinjian was also a master who was not weaker than Lin Shaoping, and even stronger than him, so he didn't dare to slack off at all.

However, how could Xiao Yinjian understand these falsehoods and realities? The old monk soon discovered that his exquisite martial arts were completely beautiful women stripped for the blind to see, and whether he was false or real, they all hit the enemy without exception, and the old monk made a move to "spit out the core of the white snake" Diagonal strike, he originally contained countless back moves, no matter which direction Xiao Yinjian dodged, it would inevitably fall into his calculations, and these back moves were more insidious and ruthless than the other, the old monk was still thinking in his mind if Xiao Yinjian was all resolved, and then what moves should be used, but he didn't expect his first blow to lure the enemy, that move "White Snake Spit Core" had already hit Xiao Yinjian's chest, and that kind of follow-up change could not be used.

Later, the old monk also completely abandoned the subtle moves, just like a low-level disciple, all of them made some Luohan Fist, Wei Tuozhang and other introductory kung fu, and picked some powerful but lack of changes in the fierce moves, and even some of their original changes were completely abandoned, looking at the several old monks who were watching the battle and shook their heads again and again.

At this time, Mo said that all the people present were martial arts masters, even if they were ordinary villagers and mountain people, it was easy to distinguish that the old monk had gained the upper hand, and the battle situation was simply one-sided. However, the old monk who firmly has the absolute upper hand can't even say what he is suffering.

At the beginning, he succeeded again and again, and his evaluation of Xiao Yinjian in his heart had dropped to the lowest point, and he even deliberately suppressed his skills, for fear of accidentally killing him. However, the more he fought, the more frightened the old monk became, no matter how much he increased the palm force, Xiao Yinjian was unconscious, and he was still dancing his two arms like a mad tiger over there, which also blamed the old monk for making a move too fast, Xiao Yinjian was too late to react, and he couldn't cooperate with the due reaction of pretending to be injured.

After the fight rose, the old monk had already used ten successful forces, and Xiao Yinjian's whole body, all the big points and important points, the old monk was all patted, but Xiao Yinjian was still violent, which made the old monk almost suspect that he was in a dream.

In the end, Rao is old monk had profound skills, and he couldn't help his unrestrained profligacy, and finally retreated out of breath.

The old monk didn't think about reducing the palm power to make a show, anyway, this opponent didn't have the slightest attack power, and the defense was so terrifying, to be honest, the old monk had long lost the confidence to control the enemy, in his opinion, there was not much difference between making ten successful forces and only one percent of the strength. It's just that if you keep fighting like this, I'm afraid it will only become more and more embarrassing, and the old monk is now completely out of control.

"Cool, it'******s so cool!" Xiao Yinjian was hooked. Compared with the fatal moves of the Hui Lun that day, compared to the painless blow of the bodyguard yesterday, now the palm power of this old monk can be described as appropriate, it can't hurt him, and it is a fist to the flesh, almost every blow can bring the flow of warm current in Xiao Yinjian's body, and his power is simply growing at a visible speed.

This is not to say that the old monk is far inferior to the Hui Lun of the day, Xiao Yinjian can now afford the palm power of the old monk, and it also depends on the rebirth of these two days, if Xiao Yinjian was replaced a few days ago, I am afraid that this old monk would have been beaten into meat residue.

"Cool, so cool!" Xiao Yinjian was enjoying with his eyes closed, and suddenly the pressure on his body was light, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the old monk had jumped out of the battle circle, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said: "The donor's skills are profound, and the poor monk is willing to bow down." Seeing that he couldn't win, the old monk simply admitted defeat, anyway, Xiao Yinjian failed to hit him once, and the current battle situation is at most undefeated and undefeated, and he admits defeat like this, but it is not a loss of face.

"Huh, don't fight?" Xiao Yinjian hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, old bald donkey, oh no, old man, you didn't lose, let's fight again!"

"Amitabha!" The old monk calmed down and said with a smile: "Don't be joking, the poor monk is defeated if he is defeated, and there is no need to hide it." ”

"Nonsense, you're not defeated!" Xiao Yinjian was in a hurry.

The old monk just smiled and shook his head, but did not speak.

In desperation, Xiao Yinjian's eyes swept to the other monks and asked, "So, which of these masters came down to teach?"

The old monk's eyes swept over several of his peers, and after inquiring with each other, he shook his head and said, "There is no need to compete, the donor wins." ”

"Shit, a bunch of shrunken turtles. Xiao Yinjian scolded secretly, and said provocatively: "Could it be that the master is the number one master of Shaolin, so the master admits defeat, and Shaolin doesn't have to send people out to compete?"

After saying this, Xiao Yinjian looked quietly, but saw a group of monks of all sizes with low eyebrows and solemn eyes, but no one showed dissatisfaction.

"Amitabha, the master of Shaolin Temple is like a cloud, with the poor monk's unpopular martial arts, how dare he call himself the first?" The old monk smiled: "It's just that several senior brothers have studied Buddhism and martial arts, and they have never asked about the world, no matter what kind of competition, they will not participate, please go back, Shaolin admits defeat." ”

"Damn, really don't fight?" Xiao Yinjian was furious, ripped off his shirt, and shouted: "Don't make a mistake, Lao Tzu came to the door today, but he didn't come to compete in martial arts, Lao Tzu is here to destroy the door!"

I saw eight red characters written on Xiao Yinjian's body -- first punish Shaolin, and then destroy Buddhism! The font was very arrogant.