Several monks frowned as they looked at the porcelain vase that had been torn apart on the ground, and Puxin walked out and looked at the porcelain vase fragments scattered on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No need to go, the person should have already left!" Pu Xin stopped a few monks who wanted to chase after him. He turned around and said to a middle-aged monk behind him: "Guang'e, go and see if this porcelain bottle is poisonous!

"It's the master (ancestor)!"

Guang Er took out a silver needle from his bosom and walked to the porcelain vase with an oil lamp.

The silver needle probed the medicine in the broken porcelain bottle, then put it in front of the lamp and looked at it carefully, then took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and carefully poured it around the porcelain bottle, observed for a while, and saw that there was no strange reaction. Guang E walked up to Pu Xin and said, "Master, I probed it with a silver needle, and the silver needle has not turned black, so it should not be poison." And I tested it with a secret medicine, and I didn't find anything unusual!"

Pu Xin frowned, pondered for a while, and said: "The martial arts are so big, and there are countless strange poisons, I can't take it lightly!"

A kind of monk all salutes and says yes.

Half an hour later, Cui Yu swaggered to the gate of Guangming Temple with Hua Manlou and kicked the temple gate open. The fist-thick latch behind the door snapped in response.

"Who?"

The sound of the gate breaking open suddenly made the quiet temple jump, but by tea time, the entire temple was already lit up.

Pu Xin looked at Cui Yu and Hua Manlou with a frosty face, he never expected that these two people would dare to come to the door again.

Moreover, the first seat of his famous Luohan Hall could not make these two juniors jealous, and he came to the door so unscrupulously, and in an instant, the old monk was already full of hatred.

"Old bald donkey, hand over the people, and the two of us will retreat immediately!" Cui Yu said coldly, the frost on his face showed that as long as he heard the word no, he would immediately take action.

"Amitabha, the two donors are so aggressive, I can't complain that the old man wants to invite the two to Shaolin Temple to resolve the anger of the two by Buddhism. ”

Cui Yu said disdainfully: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this!" After speaking, Cui Yu and Hua Manlou rushed over.

"Eighteen Arhat Formation!"

A shout came from behind Pu Xin, and the two iron rods shot at Cui Yu and Hua Manlou like sharp arrows.

Cui Yu Taijiquan came out casually, and easily threw the iron rod aside, and Hua Manlou also dodged sideways.

However, at this moment of lightning, Cui Yu and the others were surrounded by eighteen monks.

Pu Xin looked at the field with an unchanged face, although he was angry in his heart, but he was the first seat of the Arhat Hall, and it was not so easy to make a move. In his opinion, the eighteen Arhat formations were sufficient.

Hua Manlou looked at the monks around him with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Brother Cui, you have to be careful, otherwise I will visit you in the Demon Suppression Tower of Shaolin Temple in the future!"

Cui Yu took off the Garan sword wrapped in black cloth on his back, and replied with a smile: "Each other!" As he spoke, Cui Yu raised his right hand, and the Garan sword flew in the air, and the black cloth was taken off by Cui Yu casually and thrown aside, and the black Garan sword was tightly held by his right hand.

The eighteen monks walked back and forth, changing formations, but Cui Yu and the two of them were talking and laughing in it, so chic!

Guangsheng and a few other monks thought resentfully in their hearts, and they won't make you laugh when they wait.

Eighteen monks each practice eighteen arhats, dancing between the Buddha sound and chanting, the qi is connected, although the eighteen monks are only martial artists who practice qi perfection, but under the blessing of the formation and Buddhism, even the innate great perfection of the martial artist does not dare to break into the formation at will.

Cui Yu used Ah Fei's nameless fast sword, and the sword shadow flickered, as fast as lightning. The move is straight to the point, if it weren't for the fact that these eighteen Arhat formations are really mysterious, I'm afraid that several corpses would have been lying down.

But Hua Manlou is very chic, and his strange body style seems to be walking leisurely in this layer of stick array, and he can't see any pressure at all.

If you can't avoid it, a golden palm can save the day.

As they fought, Pu Xin's face became deeper and deeper, but a pair of eyes looked at Hua Manlou deadly, but he turned a blind eye to Cui Yu, who was ruthless on the side.

However, things suddenly took a sharp turn, and I saw that the formations of the eighteen monks suddenly slowed down, and even the moves were out of shape. This is simply impossible to happen in the Shaolin Temple, which is based on heavy foundations.

Cui Yu sneered in his heart, he thought that the effect of the medicine should almost take effect.

However, although Cui Yu hates this group of bald donkeys very much, but at the moment of the judge, although the merit value of these bald donkeys is not too high, but the sin value is even lower and scary, obviously although this group of bald donkeys is not a good person in Cui Yu's eyes, but they definitely do not do much evil.

Cui Yu converged the internal strength in the Jialan sword, and the sharp qi on the sword god suddenly dissipated, although it was still indestructible, but it also became a wooden sword without a blade.

The Garan wooden sword flew up and down, pointing, or splitting, and in an instant, several monks in front of him fell to the ground.

Hua Manlou saw this and no longer stopped, the thousand-handed Buddha fist was unfolded, and suddenly Hua Manlou seemed to be incarnated as a thousand-armed Buddha, and he also put several monks in front of him to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The Eighteen Arhats were forced.

The two of them were so powerful that they frightened the remaining monks to retreat one after another, not daring to go up, but before they could take a few steps back, they fell to the ground one after another, unable to get up.

This scene made several middle-aged monks behind Pu Xin change color in vain, and they jumped to attack Cui Yu and the others, but the people were still in mid-air, and they fell from the air like dumplings with frightened faces.

"Puff! Puff......"

Pu Xin's face changed drastically at this time, and he looked at Cui Yu and the others with a frosty face.

"You've poisoned you!"

But after speaking, Pu Xin turned his head and said to Hua Manlou in a cold voice: "Where did your thousand-handed Buddha fist come from!"

Hua Manlou glanced at Puxin with a strange smile, and his arrogant face couldn't see the original respect for Puxin. He didn't even pay attention to the old monk.

"The Thousand Hands Buddha Fist is one of the supreme secret texts of my Shaolin Temple, no matter where the donor learned it, today the donor must invite the donor to visit my Shaolin Temple!" Pu Xin said, and the momentum on his body has slowly risen.

The martial artists who refine and refine qi are all perverted beings who have comprehended the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and have been baptized by the Heavenly Dao, and their coercion is amazing.

Cui Yu actually had a feeling of suffocation for a moment, and he knew that when he fought with this old monk before, he didn't even use Yicheng's strength.

Although Hua Manlou disdainfully answered the old monk's words, when Puxin's momentum rose, the smile on his face was also put away, and his face was full of solemnity, no martial artist would despise a martial artist who refines and refines qi.

Pu Xin walked towards Cui Yu and the others step by step, and the momentum became a little stronger with each step, which made Cui Yu and the others have drops of sweat on their faces.

However, at this time, Puxin stumbled and stopped, and his non-stop strong momentum also stopped growing.

Pu Xin's face changed greatly, and he looked at Cui Yu in surprise and asked, "What kind of poison is this?"

At this time, Puxin was also poisoned!