Monk Nianren smiled and said: "A few months ago, the poor monk and Lord Liu also had several connections in Hangzhou. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But although the poor monk is the abbot of a temple, he can't be arbitrary...."

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And then what?

"Hey, this old bald donkey, can't you finish the words at once?" Lin San couldn't help but be anxious when he saw that he had no words after he finished saying this, and said, "Master, then what do you have to do to be willing to borrow you." ”

Monk Nianren stroked his beard and smiled: "Don't worry, don't worry. ”

Turning to look at Yang Suxian, he said: "County Lord, the Living Buddha Relic is a big matter, as long as you pass the three tests of the poor monk, the holy relics of Xiaolin Temple will be lent to you." ”

Yang Suxian's eyes lit up: "Three tests, Master, you say it quickly, I will try my best to complete it." ”

"First, break through the eighteen bronze formations of Xiaolin Temple; second, they are recognized by the protectors of our temple; and third, the relics of the living Buddha cannot be lent to people outside the temple. ”

"Isn't this embarrassing?" Lin San was anxious when he heard this, and said first: "You monk, if you don't borrow, you won't borrow, and you also made up nonsense like three tests." The county lord, how did a weak woman break through the eighteen bronze formations of your temple. And the last one, what does it mean not to lend to people outside the temple, do you mean to let the county lord shave to be a nun in your temple?"

Yang Suxian's face was embarrassed, and what Lin San said was exactly what she thought.

Monk Nianren waved his hand and said with a smile: "The poor monk didn't say that others can't help him in the eighteen bronze arrays. After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Lin San.

How could Lin San not understand what he meant, since Shen Zhu taught him the knife technique, he was worried that no one would try the knife, so he admitted: "Okay, I will break through for the county lord in this eighteen bronze array, as for the second and third you said, you can give an explanation." ”

"The protector of my temple is a golden-winged Dapeng bird accepted by the patriarch, and it has been guarding Xiaolin Temple for thousands of years, as long as the county lord can get its approval, then the second level will be passed. ”

Hearing this, Yang Suxian's face became solemn again.

Monk Nianren continued: "As for the last point, it's not that the poor monk is embarrassed by the county lord, you just need to become a lay disciple of our temple, compose an enlightenment song, and get the approval of the poor monk and the elders. ”

"Okay, I agreed. ”

"Amitabha, in this case, then please ask the county lord and the donors to follow me to the front door. ”

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It is rumored that the "Eighteen Bronze Figures" were to prevent the disciples of Xiaolin Temple who had not achieved kung fu from going down the mountain to be defeated and insulting the reputation of Xiaolin Temple. Therefore, eighteen bronze figures are set up in front of the temple gate, and the disciples of Xiaolin Temple can repel the bronze people, which means that their kung fu is exquisite.

Eighteen bronze figures are of different shapes, leaning, standing, or prostrating..... Standing motionless in front of the temple gate.

Lin San stepped forward with his knife and arched his hand: "Zhenwei Dart Bureau Lin San, please advise." ”

The eighteen bronze men still didn't move.

Lin San's pupils shrank, a long roar, his body flew up, the long knife swung, and knocked down towards the front of a bronze man, the bronze man raised his arm, his left palm struck, Lin San's long knife against the palm of the bronze man, his body seemed to be suspended in the air, the left palm drew a circle, and also slapped down, looking at the palms only half an inch to intersect, Lin San suddenly turned a somersault in mid-air, and fell out three feet away, the bronze man was still standing in place, but his body was like a boat in the stormy waves, and the swing was insufficient....

The power of one blow is terrifying!

"What kind of exercises did Shen Hunt pass on to the third brother, his whole person is different. Sister Huayan, you can be regarded as having survived to the end... Hey. At the end of autumn, he looked at Lin San, who defeated a bronze man in one move, peeked at Hua Yan and said with a smile.

"After all, he has become the man in my mind....." beautiful eyes and colorful ripples.

The corners of Lin San's mouth were slightly hooked, and he exclaimed comfortably in his heart, although this set of 'Thirteen Knives' knife technique was not as good as the Divine Hunt's overlord knife, it was also a rare superior knife technique. The first time it is used against the enemy, it will be magnificent.

The remaining seventeen bronze men were furious, and rushed up to Lin San to surround him.

Lin San's face froze, and he did not retreat but advanced. With a swing of the long knife in his hand, a move "Force Splitting Huashan", pushed outward, and slashed heavily on the arm of a bronze man, but the sound was like a bell striking poppy, copper filings were flying, and a wisp of extremely cold qi was transmitted to his palm in an instant, through his hand Shaoyang meridians.

The bronze man smiled slightly, "whew", and a breath was about to come out, Lin San felt cold on his face, but this cold current passed in an instant, and then the spring breeze blew on his face, as if he suddenly went from the midwinter to the spring of March, and the surrounding air became mild and humid. Lin San's heart was shocked, he couldn't imagine that the internal strength of these bronze people was profound, and they were so good!

It must be resolved quickly, these eighteen bronze figures all have different skills, and it will be very unfavorable to him if it drags on.

Lin San's long knife dance was similar, but the sound of gold and iron resonating was deafening. Although Lin San's long knife did not have the ability to break the golden jade, the blade was slashed, but there was a crack on the bronze man, and after a while, the bronze man was already mottled with scars, and copper chips were flying.

Lin San vividly interpreted the knife technique in the 'Thirteen Knives', and gradually got a glimpse of the way, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

In the fierce battle, Lin San made a move of 'wind sweeping lotus leaves' and slashed horizontally towards the bronze man behind him. Although he was a bronze man, his arms were very flexible, and his hands were spread out, poking at Lin San's chest acupoint. The master was fighting, only a millimeter, this time it was like the bronze man's arm suddenly stretched out a few feet, only to hear the sound of "Bu", Lin San was poked by the bronze man.

Hua Yan, Yang Suxian, and the end of autumn were shocked.

But then a cold light swept by, shaking the bronze man to the ground.

Yang Suxian couldn't help but sigh and said in a low voice, "The third brother is not injured. ”

Lin Sandai fought for her, and if she was injured, she would not be able to explain to Hua Yan.

Lin San swam around the bronze man quickly, letting out a loud roar from time to time, and after more than twenty moves, all eighteen bronze figures were put to the ground. And he was also shaking, but he was still smiling - just now in the battle, he actually broke through to the realm of sword qi out of the body, and since then he has also entered the ranks of super-first-class masters.

Hua Yan looked at the indomitable figure and smiled.

Lin San felt the fiery gaze behind him, turned around and saw the beautiful smile of the flowery face, and couldn't help but be stupid....

"Good. Monk Nianren nodded, and said with a smile: "Master Lin's set of knife techniques is "Thirteen Blades", more than fifty years ago, I was fortunate to see an old friend of mine use it, I didn't expect to be fortunate to see his knife technique passed down today, it is really embarrassing. ”

Could it be that the god catches? But what the old monk said was more than 50 years ago, and the god hunt is not so old.

Lin San hugged his fists and asked tentatively, "But the iron-blooded god catches Ye Yufan?"

Monk Nianren shook his head and said, "My old friend has long gone west, and he hasn't left a name in his life, but the people in the rivers and lakes call him the Sword King!"