Cheng Hui and Mao Fugui confronted each other in front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Suddenly, Mao Fugui led the beggars to help the disciples whistle together.

The whistle was not very neat, but five or six hundred people whistled together, and it was really loud.

Cheng Hui's face was pale, knowing that he must have a powerful trick to use.

This time, he took it to the big one, and only brought a few monks who were not good at martial arts to go out of the mountain gate.

But in front of him, the beggars poured out, not to mention that the head of the family, Mao Fugui, and the four elders.

Even the four beggar disciples who carried the sedan chair showed good martial arts.

Cheng Hui is the top ten masters of martial arts in the world.

He looked at Mao Fugui coldly, to see how he made a move.

Unexpectedly, this group of people called Hanako did not move, but whistled together "shhh

At the same time, I heard the sound of "hissing" continuously, and from the gap of these five or six hundred people, large and small green snakes swam out.

These snakes were no more than a few inches long, all of them were turquoise in color, and their heads were sharp, apparently venomous.

When those monks saw this snake array, they all felt numb in their backs and worried in their hearts.

Even Master Cheng Hui was stunned for a moment when he suddenly saw so many snakes swimming towards him.

It is often said that two fists are no match for four hands.

Rao is Master Chenghui's martial arts are extremely high, and he can't solve so many poisonous snakes in an instant.

And as long as one of these poisonous snakes swims to the middle of the Shaolin temple monks, and then stretches out its fangs to bite people, then the beggar gang will be considered a meritorious service.

Cheng Hui shouted in his heart: careless!

The beggars came to look for bad luck after they were fully prepared. It is obviously not enough to guard against their outnumbered numbers.

Cheng Hui watched coldly as the group of snakes crawled straight towards the Shaolin monks, but he didn't harass the beggar disciples.

His mind moved, and he knew that the beggar gang must have an antidote to avoid snakes.

As the saying goes: Capture the thief first capture the king.

Cheng Hui's heart moved, and he hurriedly said to a few panicked disciples behind him: "Quickly climb to a high place!"

And he himself used light skills, like a yellow cloud, towards Mao Fugui.

When Mao Fugui saw Cheng Hui pounce on him, he didn't show a panicked look, and still sat in the sedan chair with a smile.

Even the screaming beggars who carried the sedan chair for him were motionless like clay wood carvings, and the sedan chair was as stable as Mount Tai.

Cheng Hui has long dared not have a contemptuous heart. He poked out his palm, mixed with the majestic palm wind.

In the martial arts, no one dares to underestimate the power of this palm.

Mao Fugui smiled: "What a powerful monk!" He didn't dodge much, but stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to fight Cheng Hui.

But I saw that the shape of his hand was rough and rough. It is not like the strength of the fist, not like the majestic palm, not like the fingering to concentrate on the acupoints, and not like the claw is ruthless and fast.

This move is completely like a wild idler waving his hand, but he wants to counteract the fiercest palm in the world.

It's like taking tofu and smashing it against a piece of diamond iron, and there is no other possibility than to break your bones.

But Mao Fugui didn't have the slightest fear on his face, he still looked like a hippie smile.

Cheng Hui's original intention was just to hold Mao Fugui first, and then force him to hand over the antidote.

Now seeing that he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, he is worried that he will beat the beggar gang leader to death if he misses, and then the matter will not be over well.

When Cheng Hui was hesitating whether to withdraw some of his strength, Mao Fugui's hairy hand had already pressed on Cheng Hui's palm.

Cheng Hui only felt as if he had touched a hot piece of iron.

He was so surprised that he hurriedly turned a somersault and stood far away.

Looking at the center of the palm, there is an extra black mark.

Cheng Hui only felt a tingling feeling on the black seal, and knew that he had been poisoned!

At this time, I heard Mao Fugui say with a hippie smile: "The old monk is so domineering, and his palm power is so strong!"

He said so, but there was not a hint of pain on his face.

It seems that Cheng Hui, the highest martial artist in the world, scratched him with a full blow.

In this way, not only Shaolin disciples, but even Cheng Hui's complexion changed greatly.

It is said that Cheng Hui's martial arts have reached the peak of the physical realm.

If someone can despise Cheng Hui like this, then only an old monster like the old man who has achieved internal power is left.

The Mao Fugui in front of him, Mo said that he was too young, just looking at the fact that he still needed to touch his palms when he was fighting against Cheng Hui, it can be seen that he had not been able to achieve internal force and external release.

But a martial artist who is also stuck in the peak realm of the physical body should not have such a big gap!

Cheng Hui saw that the black mark on his palm was originally just a dot, but now it had blackened the entire palm in a moment.

What a domineering poisonous palm!

There are beggars who help their disciples make snakes, but I have never heard of beggars using poison in the past!

Abbot Cheng Hui felt a chill in his teeth, and said coldly to Mao Fugui: "Who is the honorable driver?"

When Mao Fugui heard this, he leaned back and said with a smile: "Does the old monk have such a bad memory? I am Mao Fugui, the leader of the beggar gang!"

Cheng Hui knew that this was not the time to twist his tongue, so he only said coldly: "You can use poison kung fu."

But my Shaolin is a pure land of Buddhism, and I must not allow an evil sect like you to be crooked.

Today, I am obscure and poisonous, and I will not let you enter Shaolin for half a step!"

After saying this, he slammed the Zen staff in his hand to the ground, obviously ready to die in his heart.

When he went out of the mountain gate, he only took a few monks with him, and then closed the mountain gate again.

As long as Cheng Hui gritted his teeth and didn't open the door, the five or six hundred people from the beggar gang would not be able to attack the Shaolin Temple.

Mao Fugui was not affected by these words, but made an exaggerated appearance and said: "Master Chenghui has such a big temper!

If you don't open the door, then I'll have to figure it out myself. ”

After saying this, he whistled again.

This time, not only the green snakes just now raised their heads to echo, but they felt that there were "hissing" snake chirpings in all directions.

Cheng Hui was horrified in his heart and looked up. In the blades of grass, on the branches, and in the cracks of the stones, green snakes continue to emerge and crawl towards the gate wall of the Shaolin Temple.

No matter how high the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple is, it can block the martial arts people, and it can't stop the snakes from climbing away.

What's even more terrifying is that there are also "hissing" snake chirping people in the Shaolin Temple at this moment. In the temple that followed, there were sometimes screams of monks in pain.

Obviously, not only the green snakes with beggars outside, but also poisonous snakes lurking in the temple.

I don't know how much preparation the beggars have made for today!

Cheng Hui knew that the Shaolin catastrophe was inevitable at the moment, and he ignored the fact that one of his forearms had been dyed black, but raised the sky and let out a long howl.

Although the whistling sound was old, it was continuous and faintly heard.

In an instant, up and down the Shaomuro Mountain, both monks and ordinary people could clearly hear this whistling.

And Mao Fugui smiled and said: "Old monk, do you still want to move rescue soldiers at this time?" ”