But not long ago, the eighteen bronze men got the opportunity to break through the bottleneck, first from the black-clothed killer who came into contact with the murderous aura, then the Black Demon Guard, whose strength was comparable to his own, and then the three major protectors of the Dark Demon Sect at the level of a first-class peak master.

These make the eighteen bronze people at a wonderful node, and Lin Jianfeng, a super-first-class master-level star-picking sword, is the existence of breaking this node.

The eighteen bronze people with the strength of second-rate masters can only barely maintain under the full attack of the super-first-class masters, but when they break this node and step into the first-class realm with one foot, Lin Jianfeng will not be able to break through the copper wall formed by the eighteen bronze people even if he bursts into blood, which is one of the greatest foundations of Shaolin's inheritance for thousands of years.

After all, no one can guarantee that the sect will have top masters from generation to generation, compared to betting on the odds of being a top master, only eighteen in-stream masters can fight against one or two great realm enemies, and the eighteen bronze human arrays are extremely precious.

With the background of Shaolin, even if you are down, you can make up eighteen second-rate masters, not the top masters can't take them at all, and when the eighteen bronze people break through to the first-class realm over time, the top masters can win it, and at that time at least Shaolin will be safe for thirty years.

I wanted to break the formation in one breath and give the other party a good look, but I didn't expect to be still trapped in the formation, this time Lin Jianfeng was embarrassed, Rao is expressionless face, and he couldn't stop his dark face, even Hua Mantian couldn't help but snicker, it was rare to see the other party deflated, but he was afraid that he would be annoyed and angry, so he stood up and persuaded him.

As soon as Yan Xu waved his hand, the eighteen bronze men immediately retreated, but the formation was still not dispersed, which showed how far these eighteen bronze men had practiced the bronze man array.

Lin Jianfeng did not chase in annoyance, nor did he put away the sword by borrowing the donkey from the slope, but pointed the sword at Yan Xu and made a sword-holding salute.

"Please advise!"

Yan Xu forgot that he is not a world-famous powerhouse now, and no one with a brain in the water will come to challenge him, but only a newcomer who can get a good record, no wonder the other party's face is so ugly.

didn't say much, didn't explain, the best way is to let the other party know how big the gap is, let the other party recognize the reality, simply put, hit him to doubt life, and naturally there will be no more awkward this little thing when the time comes.

Yan Xu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and a bunch of golden-scaled snakes crawled out of his sleeves, which were twisted into a snake stick in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this magical scene, both Hua Mantian and Lin Jianfeng knew it in their hearts, and felt that a doubt had been solved.

The two of them didn't think that this was a real snake, it was obviously a Qimen magic weapon, and the other party was really a cultivator.

There is a reason why the two of them think so, the internal force of the martial artist's cultivation is more effective in the body, which can make the martial artist's body as light as a swallow, as powerful as an ox, and invulnerable, while the monk's aura mana is more suitable for external release, and can perform secret techniques and drive magic weapons, just like the relationship between a warrior and a mage.

Compared with the two, it is easier for monks to leapfrog the challenge, only need a secret art, a good magic weapon, and it is easy to defeat a master of the same level, or even a strong person who is one realm higher than himself.

Especially when the monk is against the martial artist, if the monk is unexpected, even if the opponent is one level higher, the monk's chance of winning is above the eighth layer, which shows the strength of the monk.

But the reverse is also true, if the monk lets the warrior close, it is also a realm higher and there is a possibility of being beaten to death, but the monk has more means and greater power, and the warrior basically has no ability to resist if he has mental calculations or unintentional.

Therefore, under this consensus, compared to the speculation that Yan Xu is a martial artist above the top master, the probability that he is a monk is higher, plus the relationship of age, if the black-hearted old monster is negligent for a while, the possibility of being killed by the other party with a secret magic weapon is not low.

So Yan Xu took out the golden snake-shaped magic weapon to confirm this guess, but soon Yan Xu slapped them in the face with reality and told them what real strength was.

Lin Jianfeng's cultivation of martial arts is not ordinary, although he has just erupted once in the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, the time of this meeting is almost recovered, and he is not polite, seeing that Yan Xu is ready, his figure flashes and rushes over.

However, Lin Jianfeng did not use an ordinary straight line sprint or a mysterious ethereal body method, but a rather strange Z-shaped movement method.

Although this way of moving is difficult to capture, and it can also dodge throwing weapons well, it obviously lengthens the distance in disguise, and it does not meet Lin Jianfeng's fast sword path.

However, Lin Jianfeng's movement speed was very fast, almost bringing out an afterimage, but in the blink of an eye, it flashed in front of Yan Xu, and more than ten sword lights covered his head, blocking all his retreats.

Facing the lightning-fast sword light, Yan Xu was still in the mood to turn his head, his eyes turned to the side, as if he had found something interesting, ignoring his actions almost made Lin Jianfeng angry, the sword light was three points faster, and went straight to Yan Xu's eyes, which is also the origin of the name of his star sword, otherwise you think he can really pick off the stars in the sky.

Faced with a stick smashed down on the head, Lin Jianfeng could only retreat aggrievedly, unless he wanted to be smashed into a pulp, and then he kept flashing, attacking, and then repeating.

Lin Jianfeng was not afraid of death, but he suddenly found that even if he tried his best, the final result was that he was killed first, and the other party was safe, which was simply contrary to common sense and made him unbelievable.

Lin Jianfeng is confident that if he works hard, he can even pull a top master to die together, but this confidence is disappearing now, and in order to save his confidence, he can't stop.

Hua Mantian, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly found that he couldn't understand it a little, as the son of a family, he received the best education since he was a child, and all his martial arts were taught by famous teachers, and his understanding of martial arts was far above those who licked blood on the rivers and lakes.

For example, modern people who have traveled through ancient times often take out the world's martial arts to fool people only fast and unbreakable, overcome rigidity with softness, come first, and drop ten times with one force or something in this world has not only been thoroughly studied, but some people have reached the top of the realm with this, but it has not spread.

As one of the eight great families, the Hua family has been exposed to these theories, and has been confused about them, but as their cultivation becomes more and more sophisticated, these confusions dissipate one by one.

He understood that these theories were not useless, but only for those who were gifted, and did not have the possibility of popularization.

But the dissipation of confusion does not mean that it disappears, Hua Mantian is still curious, which one is right, which path is the strongest, this is also what all martial artists want to know.