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"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Fang Sheng sighed kindly, pronounced a long Buddha name, and comforted: "All living beings are suffering, you can't get rid of greed and hatred, Miss Ren is a person with wisdom roots, calm down, you will be quiet, and you will be happy!"

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, his expression was solemn, and his face flashed with a holy light: "Master, even if Sister Ren has Huigen and is imprisoned, how can she be peaceful and happy!"

Master Fang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and nodded slowly: "Master Jiang Shi reminded me that the poor monk is not thoughtful!"

Jiang Nanyun smiled, feeling that the monk in front of him was quite cute, honest and honest, without the slightest arrogance, and indeed a virtuous monk.

It's just that the more such people are, the more difficult they are to deal with, and the things they are determined to recognize are absolutely difficult to change, and they are not confused by external objects.

She smiled and said solemnly: "Master, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, if you imprison Sister Ren, it will be tantamount to harming her." ”

"This ......" Master Fang Sheng groaned, raised his eyes to look at Ren Yingying, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "The two female donors go back and wait for me to talk to the abbot." ”

"No, we can't wait!" Jiang Nanyun shook his head.

After that, her figure flickered, and she suddenly appeared in front of Master Fang Sheng, and her palm struck out, and her white right palm was like white jade, and appeared on Master Fang Sheng's chest in an instant.

Master Fang Sheng's expression remained unchanged, his chest was crossed, his left hand was clenched, and he hit straight out, unpretentious, and seemed clumsy.

Jiang Nanyun's right palm remained unchanged, and the two intersected with their fists.

"Bang" Jiang Nanyun's body floated backwards, his feet swirled, and he smiled with a smile.

Master Fang Sheng took two steps back, his feet sank into the grass, his robe was automatic without wind, and the wide monk's sleeves bulged out, as if blown by the wind from the bottom up.

"The master is so deep in internal strength!" Jiang Nanyun fell leisurely, smiled coquettishly, and his body suddenly folded, and pounced again.

Master Fang Sheng's expression was solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy, and he slowly punched, with a hint of elegance in the fierceness, both rigid and soft, but it looked clumsy.

Jiang Nanyun wanted to leave as soon as he touched it, but when he saw such a boxing technique, he was happy to see the hunt, just like a delicious person saw a delicious taste, and he had to taste one or two before he could stop.

She leaned over lightly, casually probing her palms, lazily like a coquette.

Master Fang Sheng went straight up, his right fist became more and more dignified, there was a tendency to support the mountains, and there was still a trace of elegance in the ancient clumsiness, clumsiness and ingenuity were combined, it was really a very superior boxing technique.

Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, the jade palm met him, and his fists intersected again.

"Bang" is like a defeated leather, dull and abnormal.

This voice was extremely strange, and all the monks were bored, as if they had a breath of anger in their hearts, and they wanted to vent it, not to vomit or be unhappy.

Master Fang Sheng sighed, took three steps back, Jiang Nanyun's delicate body floated, his feet swirled, and he fell to the same place.

It seemed that Master Fang Sheng's internal strength was inferior, but Jiang Nanyun knew that his own imperial power was mysterious, not because his own skill was better than Master Fang Sheng.

Master Fang Sheng is located in the Shaolin Temple, ignoring trivial matters, concentrating on studying martial arts, completely immersed in the ocean of martial arts, the so-called absolute profit one source, ten times with the teacher, he cultivates solid, deep and mellow internal force.

"Offended!" she used her technique, like a puff of light smoke, shaking past Master Fang Sheng and around the monks behind him.

These monks are old and young, some are strong and sharp, and some are old and drooping, but all of them are masters.

Jiang Nanyun was excited in her heart, since her debut, she has been almost invincible, relying on the Jade Void Trick and Jade Void Swordsmanship, to the invincible.

Originally, Ling Hu Chong and Lin Pingzhi could still learn from each other, but now, after practicing the Qingxu Sword Technique, the two of them are not their enemies when they join forces, and she feels even more lonely.

Now, with so many masters in front of her, instead of being annoyed, she was excited, her bright eyes were shining, and her jade face was shining.

"Papapa" He hit four people in an instant, his body was light and agile, fast as lightning, and he was so fast that when he reacted, he had already hit the palm.

Master Fang Sheng turned around, clasped his palms together, sighed, and turned his head to look at the eighteen arhats who were chasing after him.

The oil paint on the faces of these seventeen people had already been removed, their expressions were annoyed, and they clenched their teeth, the eighteen Arhat arrays had already been broken before they could be arranged, and they were really aggrieved.

Master Fang Sheng smiled and waved his hand, his expression kind, which made them pause their anger, and they all lowered their heads, looking ashamed.

"Miss Jiang is a famous brother, don't think about it. Master Fang Sheng comforted in a low voice.

"Uncle Shi, if she hadn't cheated us, we wouldn't have been fooled. A handsome young monk said indignantly.

Master Fang Sheng shook his head and said in a kind voice: "Juese, Miss Jiang's martial arts are extremely high, you are not an opponent, Mo Sheng is angry!"

"Yes......" Juese held a stick in one hand and closed it with one palm.

Jue Se is extremely talented, Shaolin Jue Zi generation, one of the best, has always been arrogant, although there is a baptism of Buddhism, after all, it is shallow, and can not understand the subtlety and mystery of Buddhism.

Master Fang Sheng smiled tolerantly, turned around and went back, watching Jiang Nanyun fight with the monks.

So far, there have been no casualties, and Master Fang Sheng is not worried, after all, this Jiang girl is from a famous family, and she is very measured, she just wants to save people, not kill people.

Jiang Nanyun is like a light smoke, unpredictable, suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, these monks are all masters, the moves are either powerful or exquisite, cooperate with each other, it is very tacit, but it can't touch her body.

Suddenly, her hand was light, seemingly like a lover's touch, and the person who recruited her only realized that her moves were extremely exquisite, slow to see, but extremely fast, and her eyes often deceived herself.

Seeing that more than a dozen monks couldn't stop her, Master Fang Sheng didn't care, his expression was kind, and he suddenly pointed at Ren Yingying's side.

Monk Juese was stunned, and then suddenly, he flew up and jumped to Ren Yingying's side.

Ren Yingying was concentrating on watching Jiang Nanyun, and when she saw her showing her majesty, it was like seeing Xiao Yuesheng coming in person, with mixed feelings, and her heart was sweet and bitter.

Juese's monk's clothes fluttered, and she turned around in surprise, he had fallen, a foot away.

Monk Juese stared at Jiang Nanyun with both eyes, glanced at Ren Yingying with his afterglow, and didn't care, at this time, the remaining sixteen yellow-clothed monks flew over, and in an instant, surrounded Ren Yingying.

The situation is changing very quickly, Jiang Nanyun has seen six roads, heard all directions, and has been paying attention to Ren Yingying, for fear that she will be injured.

Seeing that seventeen monks flew around her, Jiang Nanyun secretly screamed in her heart that it was not good, her delicate body swayed, and she did not advance but retreated, and floated towards Ren Yingying.

"Take the old man's palm!" Master Fang Sheng shouted slowly, his robe raised, like a red cloud under the hood, blocking her in front of her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a prime-aged monk who had just fought with her flew towards Ren Yingying and joined the seventeen stick monks.

As soon as he fell, the eighteen arhat formations suddenly formed, and in an instant, these eighteen monks were like mountains, lying here.

"Eighteen Arhat Formation, the little woman has been famous for a long time!" Jiang Nanyun chuckled, and his right palm reached out, hitting Master Fangsheng's robe.

With a "bang", the bulging robe was suddenly deflated, like a snake being beaten to death, hanging down, Master Fang Sheng stood still, with a kind expression: "Amitabha, Miss Jiang stop!"

Jiang Nanyun smiled, her eyes flowing, and she looked forward to her life: "Master Fang Sheng, I want to break through this eighteen Arhat array!"

"Why did Miss Jiang bother so much and work in vain?" Master Fang Sheng looked compassionate, shook his head and sighed, disapproving.

"It is said that the Eighteen Arhat Formation has never been broken, I don't know if it?!" Jiang Nanyun lightly swept the green silk next to his sideburns, and asked in a delicate voice.

She exchanged a look with Ren Yingying, signaling her not to move, just to watch the play.

Master Fang Sheng nodded and said calmly: "Since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple, few people have broken the Eighteen Arhat Formation. ”

"If I break the Eighteen Arhat Formation, the master will let us go, how about it?!" Jiang Nanyun asked with a smile on his lips, his eyes wandering.

Master Fang Sheng shook his head: "Miss Jiang, without the abbot's decree, Miss Ren can't leave the temple." ”

Jiang Nanyun secretly scratched his head, this old monk would not be in the world at all, and it was difficult to fool the past.

"That'...... , I'll catch you, master, and force them to get out of the way, will it be successful?" Jiang Nanyun rolled his eyes and asked with a smile.

They were immediately annoyed and glared at her fiercely, like several sharp blades shooting out.

As if she didn't realize it, she looked at Master Fang Sheng with a smile.

Master Fang Sheng was still not angry, and shook his head abruptly: "Without the abbot's decree, even if you kill me, the disciples will not let Miss Ren leave the temple." ”

"I'm going to try!" Jiang Nanyun giggled, his figure shook, appeared in front of him, and swept his fingers, like waving a pipa, elegant and graceful.

Master Fang Sheng waved his sleeves and blocked her hand, using the robe to subdue the demon skill in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin.

This skill is a seventy-two stunt, and the power is naturally extremely strong, and with such a blow, the dark energy surges, like a storm and waves rushing to the face.

Jiang Nanyun's white jade-like little hand waved, like a willow branch flickering, and the undercurrent of strength suddenly dissipated, and this style was lightly dissolved.

She flicked her wrists, her fingers trembled, swept out again, and bullied up.

Master Fang Sheng's other big sleeve waved, and it swept towards her, with stronger strength, whirring, like a big flag hunting and moving on the top of a mountain.

Her little white jade-like hands fluttered forward lightly, unhindered, and slowly printed on her big sleeves, making a "pop" sound.

In an instant, the pieces of cloth scattered in all directions, like an explosion, and they were sprinkled one after another, floating to the ground, and Master Fang Sheng's sleeves had been shattered, revealing his bare arms.

Master Fang Sheng's arms were lean, they were the arms of an old man, their muscles and bones bulging, vigorous and powerful, like the branches of an old tree.

His complexion changed slightly, his palms clasped together, and he pronounced a long Buddha name: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

The people around them only felt a shock, the turbidity disappeared, the clear air was overflowing, and it was indescribably smooth, as if all the yin was dissipated.

The anger in the hearts of the monks also dissipated, and their hearts were peaceful, and they all clasped their palms together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

"The lion roars of the Buddha Gate?!" Jiang Nanyun's expression moved, and he looked at Master Fang Sheng with bright eyes.

"Miss Jiang is so knowledgeable!" Master Fang Sheng nodded, and admired kindly, the lion roar of Buddhism is a very superior mastery, and it needs to be practiced in the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, and practiced to a high and profound realm before it can be performed.

This unique study is the wonderful method of Buddhist Sanskrit singing, which is used to cleanse the hearts of disciples, but it is used to hurt the enemy, and the power is even more powerful.

In the martial arts, it is rare to see this peerless science, but I don't want to, this young girl actually knows it, and she really deserves to be a famous brother.

Master Fang Sheng saluted and said slowly: "Miss Jiang, I want to cast the Claw of Annihilation, girl be careful!"

"Please-!" Jiang Nan Yunyu's face tightened, and he said solemnly, faintly excited in his heart.

Shaolin Silence Claw, she has already seen it, when Xiao Yuesheng and her dismantled moves, she had used Shaolin seventy-two stunts, she wanted to see how Master Fang Sheng's performance was different from Master's performance.

Master Fang Sheng's body bowed, popped out violently, and swooped straight into Jiang Nanyun, fierce as a tiger, as if he had changed a person.

His momentum is vigorous and strong, a little sharper than that of a young man in his prime, and his murderous aura is rushing towards him.

Jiang Nan Yunjiao laughed: "What a silent claw!"

Her small white hand was also clenched into a claw, and it poked out, a few points faster than Master Fang Sheng, and the last hair came first, and the claw was towards the back of his hand.

What she used was the mastery of the lost martial arts, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, the strongest to the best, Xiao Yuesheng had a strict order, and it was not allowed to be used unless it was absolutely necessary.

Master Fang Sheng shrank his arms, not daring to snatch it directly, knowing that she was not only high in martial arts, but also very clever and cunning, and would never do anything that he was not sure of.

As soon as he retracted his claws, Jiang Nanyun pursued with the trend, his body was extremely fast, like a spring under his feet, like a shadow, approaching closer and closer.

Master Fang Sheng couldn't dodge, his wrist flipped over, and he met the claw with his claws, fighting hard with Jiangnan Yunying's white little hands.

The vigorous and powerful fingers were twisted together with her white fingers, and the two of them each cohesively and forcefully, the other party was as solid as a rock, and he did not move.

The two of them each withdrew their claws, took a step back, and performed tricks to win with subtlety.

Jiang Nanyun's subordinates showed mercy, they eased up just now, and did not grasp the back of Master Fang Sheng's hand, otherwise, the back of his hand now has five blood holes.

She changed her claws to fingers, feeling that the Nine Yin White Bone Claws were too sharp, and if she was not careful, she would hurt people and be difficult to control.

The two of them shifted their shapes and positions, and Master Fang Sheng's body suddenly became extremely fast, as if he was gliding on the water, his body did not move, his feet did not move, but he could move a foot flat.

This is the Shaolin seventy-two stunts in the big transfer method, in order to deal with Jiang Nanyun, he used all his strength, several stunts at the same time.

These stunts, since he practiced, have rarely had the opportunity to perform, and now it is rare to meet an opponent of equal strength, and to perform it to the fullest, indescribably enjoyable.

Jiang Nanyun's left hand into a palm, his right hand into a finger, to deal with the claw of silence, most of the time, but with the left palm to meet the attack, or slap or hit, or pinch or entangle, enough to deal with, not falling behind at all.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them shifted their shapes and changed positions, and they had handed over more than 30 moves, and a set of Silence Claws had been cast, and the moves were sharp, without affecting the name of Silence.

Jiang Nanyun waited for him to finish performing, and nodded secretly in his heart, although it was not as subtle as the master's performance, but it was strong and pure, and it had a different taste.

Now that she has finished reading, she is no longer polite, she brushes her jade palm, and her right hand is suddenly pointed, extremely fast, and she is on the palm of Master Fangsheng's hand.

Master Fang Sheng only felt a cool breath rushing down the Lao Palace, and in an instant, he had followed the sun meridian in his hand and reached his chest.

When he wanted to resist, he felt that his body was shaken, and he flew back, falling more than a dozen steps.

When this internal force doesn't care about it, it is cool and soft, but once it comes into contact, it suddenly mutates, becoming a hot breath, soft but not weak, strong but not strong, endless, the body is agitated, and the feet tremble involuntarily, and then retreat.

Secretly screaming strange in his heart, Master Fang Sheng closed his eyes slightly, and used his strength to resist this churning internal force.

Jiang Nanyun didn't take advantage of the situation to make a move, and looked at it with a smile, which made the monks feel good, and the anger suddenly dissipated a little.

In the blink of an eye, a curling white qi rose from the back of Master Fang Sheng's head, and later, the white qi became thicker and thicker, like a substance, condensed into a duck egg.

Slowly opening his eyes, the warm luster flashed, and Master Fang Sheng titheed: "Miss Jiang's internal strength is pure, and the old man admires it!"

"The little woman is rude!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, saluted, and his body shook and floated towards the eighteen Arhats.

In the middle of the formation, moving at the same time, the eighteen Arhat formations operated instantly, as if a machine had pressed a switch, and their feet changed shapes, and their long sticks waved.

Jiang Nanyun slapped it with one palm, there were two sticks to resist, and the other two sticks attacked, the defense was impermeable, splashing water did not enter, and the attack did not pay attention to acupuncture points, and used fan attacks.

She didn't believe in evil, twisted her thin waist, swinging like a water snake, dodging two sticks, and hit the long stick with her white jade-like left palm.

The internal force like the raging waves poured in, and the two long sticks suddenly trembled, and they hurriedly withdrew, and before Jiang Nanyun could advance, the other two sticks had already come up, and the monk on the opposite side had already avoided them and changed to the next direction.

Jiang Nanyun was so strong that he twisted his body, avoided the two sticks that came from him again, hit out with his right palm, rubbed his body again, and was blocked by two long sticks.

The sound of "dang" was like a symphony of gold and iron, this time, she made a strong force, and her palm was like a stone, and she smashed it straight out.

As soon as the two sticks sank, the two monks kept moving, dragging the long sticks away, taking the opportunity to ease their breath.

Jiang Nanyun wanted to catch up, but four long sticks hit her at the same time, and the direction was ingenious, just blocking her pursuit route.

In desperation, she could only turn around and attack, unable to chase anymore.

In this loop, they rotated around Ren Yingying, like gears, and Jiang Nanyun was wheeled by them, and the four of them were sandwiched at the same time.

They are at the peak of their spirits, and they are elite masters in the Shaolin faction, otherwise, they will not be able to become eighteen Arhats, all of them are strong in martial arts, and they are enough to be among the first-class masters in the martial arts.

Later, Jiang Nanyun was annoyed in his heart, and his internal force gradually improved, and every move seemed to be light and careless, but the internal force contained in it was like a mighty river.

But she found that her internal strength poured out, but it was like a cow's hair into the mud, without any waves, as if there was a whirlpool in their body that could not be filled.

She remembered what her master once said, Shaolin's eighteen Arhat formations are quite exquisite, able to resist internal and external skills, and the internal force is completely useless, their formations will connect each other's internal forces into one, and the formation also has a strange method of unloading, and the strong attack cannot be attacked.

She remembered that she was still unconvinced at the time, and said with a smile that such a formation, wouldn't it be unbreakable, invincible in the world.

Master once said that there is no invincible formation in the world, there must be a door of life and death, this is a law that cannot be avoided by any formation, the key is to calm the mind and discover the key to it.

It's just that the Arhat Formation is a secret that Shaolin does not pass on, and it is difficult for outsiders to discover the key to it, even if he wants to break the formation, he can only break through.

"Alas...... , forget it, let's make a truce!" Jiang Nanyun drifted and retreated, shook his head helplessly, and smiled bitterly at Ren Yingying in the circle.

"Amitabha, good, good!" Master Fang Sheng suddenly joined forces, pronounced a Buddha name, and let his heart open.

"Miss Jiang, your martial arts are strong, it is really rare, and the old man admires it. Master Fang Sheng smiled and swept the long sword on Jiang Nanyun's waist.

He knew that Jiang Nanyun's strongest swordsmanship was her swordsmanship, and the sword was the best swordsmanship in the world.

She used fingering, palming, and fisting techniques, but the long sword was not unsheathed, obviously leaving some strength, taking into account the overall situation, which made Master Fang Sheng feel good.

Even though Jiang Nanyun likes to mess around, he has no scruples, after all, this is in Shaolin, if he draws his sword, things will naturally be different, and it will cause big trouble for the master.

"Sister Ren, we can only continue to go back. Jiang Nanyun shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Ren Yingying covered her face with black gauze, and she couldn't see her expression, but her eyebrows were raised.

"Amitabha, escort the girl back. Master Fang Sheng waved his hand and titheed Ren Yingying with both hands.

Ren Yingying snorted lightly: "You great monk, don't be pretending to be merciful!"

Master Fang Sheng knew that she was angry, and he was not angry when he said anything, so he turned around and walked back.

"Let's go!" Jiang Nanyun's figure flashed, and suddenly appeared beside Ren Yingying, grabbed her willow waist, rose to the sky, and drilled out of the eighteen Arhat formation.

The eighteen arhats shouted angrily, turned around and chased after them, as fast as a galloping horse.

Master Fang Sheng turned around, shook his head helplessly and sighed, this Jiang girl was like a headache, her status was extremely high, and she acted without scruples.

A long whistling sound came from his mouth.

Immediately, several long howls sounded one after another, not only in the temple, but also in all directions outside the temple.

Xiao Yuesheng and the four daughters galloped on horseback, and they were in the dust.

They are all dressed in snow-white mink furs, Xiao Yuesheng's usual faces show a bit of chic and graceful, and the other four women are all graceful and beautiful, and the snow-white mink furs reflect their beautiful faces more and more white and crystalline, and they are amazingly beautiful.

"Mr. Xiao, is it almost there?" Su Qingqing turned her head and asked in a coquettish voice, she and Xiao Yuesheng walked side by side, next to each other.

"Well, two or three miles away, there is the Shaolin Temple. Xiao Yuesheng nodded, slowly tightened the reins, and a mountain appeared in front of him.

They put the horses in the mountains and forests, all of them are BMWs, not afraid of being separated, Xiao Yuesheng's horses are like dragons, they are already the king of horses, and the other four horses are the only ones.

Before I went up the mountain, I heard a long whistle one after another.

"Sir, what kind of voice is this?!" Song Mengjun frowned lightly and listened intently.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, and said with a wry smile: "Someone did it in Shaolin." ”

"Oh, there are still people so bold?!" Su Qingqing asked, her delicate face full of curiosity.

"That's it, who's so bold, Shaolin, it's not an ordinary gang!" Xiao Xiang nodded hurriedly in agreement, what her own young lady said was always right.

Song Mengjun and He Xueqing glanced at each other, shook their heads and sighed, but did not speak.

They vaguely guessed that there could be such a bold, except for Jiang Nanyun, I am afraid that there is no one else.

"Miss, could it be those two double murderers?!" Xiao Xiang tilted her head and thought about it, clapping her hands and hurriedly asked.

"No, their poor martial arts can still alarm Shaolin?!" Su Qingqing shook his head and vetoed, his eyes were bright, and he glanced at Xiao Yuesheng: "Sir, could it be...... Sister Jiang?"

"Who else but her would be so stupid and bold?!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted lightly, shook his head, looked helpless, and said to the girls: "Let's take a few steps, hurry up, and see how big a pot she holds!"

"Okay, hurry up. Su Qingqing nodded hurriedly.

When a few people walked to the front of Shaolin, the howling sound started again, in all directions, the temple door opened, and dozens of yellow-clothed monks poured out of the temple like a tide, everyone holding wooden sticks.

"This is ......" Xiao Xiang opened her mouth wide in surprise and looked at these monks in a daze.

Dozens of yellow-clothed monks didn't look at them, and rushed out in several directions, each of them chaotic, as disciplined as an army.

Subsequently, several old monks poured out, dressed in robes, walking slowly, dignified and dignified, and solemn.

The last one to come out was the abbot of Shaolin, Master Fang Zheng, dressed in a plain robe, holding a round and large red sandalwood Buddha bead, with a plain expression, without any tension or abnormality.

"Mr. Xiao?!" As soon as he went out, he saw Xiao Yuesheng and the five of them, he was stunned, stepped down the steps, clasped his palms together, and pronounced a Buddha name.

"Master, it's rude to come rashly. Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, as warm as a spring breeze, and turned his head to glance at the monks: "I don't know what happened in your temple?"

Master Fang Zheng shook his head and smiled, and said, "This matter is still led by Mr. Gao's apprentice, and she actually pulled Miss Ren to break out of Shaolin." ”

"Sure enough, it's her, it's really nonsense!" Xiao Yuesheng scolded with a smile, his expression was relaxed, he didn't care, and said with a smile: "I really learned a little bit of fur, I don't know how thick the sky is, let the monks teach her a lesson, it's best!"

Master Fang Zheng hurriedly said: "Mr. Xiao, you still have to stop the high apprentice, she is skilled in martial arts, if she misses, if there is a loss, wouldn't it be a sin?!"

"Master, let's go, let's take a look. Xiao Yuesheng smiled and walked away.

Master Fang Zheng looked at him, shook his head helplessly, titheed with the four girls, nodded and smiled, and followed closely.

Behind him, four old monks followed, their eyes slightly closed, only a small slit was exposed, their mouths closed, silent, after standing still, motionless, silent as a tree, old as an ancient pine, revealing a vast air.

They climbed the stairs, from the side of the Shaolin Temple, sloping up a hillside, looking down at the slope, because there are wild grasses all around, there are no tall trees, and they do not obstruct the line of sight, so the mountainside below is unobstructed.

Dozens of monks were waiting for each other, and a white line crossed the hillside, like a light smoke, but it was Jiang Nanyun holding Ren Yingying, as if he was walking against the wind.

But they soon stopped, and there were Shaolin monks in yellow standing all around, forming a net on all sides, and netting the two of them into it.

Jiang Nanyun frowned, and snorted: "These monks have a bit of Taoism, and they can hide from me!"

She has a clear heart, and the sensitivity of her facial features is far beyond ordinary people, if there is an ambush, she should have sensed it early and avoided it in advance.

This time, his own sense was lost, but it was the martial arts of Buddhism, which had its own peculiarities, and his mind was resolute and introverted.

"Miss Jiang, let's go back!" Master Fang Sheng followed, far away, and said in a loud voice, his voice was low, but it slowly seemed to pass, like the tide surging onto the beach, gentle and powerful.

"All the masters are working hard, I want to break through and see!" Jiang Nanyun giggled, dissipated everyone's fire, and his body flickered, like a silver light shooting out, facing the place with the most monks.

In this place, there are all strong monks, and in the rest of the places, there are a few quite old ones, although they are standing loosely, Jiang Nanyun feels the danger.

The shouts sounded, they each scattered, waving sticks to meet the attack, although they did not practice the eighteen Arhat formation, but they usually practiced together with each other, they already had a tacit understanding, they cooperated with each other, and formed a stick net, as if a fly could not fly over.

Jiang Nanyun's figure is mysterious, and he came to a monk, with a small hand like white jade stroked, and his five fingers beat, as if stroking the strings.

The long stick suddenly changed hands, he was knocked away by Jiang Nanyun's palm, and fell to the grass in the distance, a carp stiffened, turned over, and was alive and well, without being injured.

Jiang Nanyun said to Ren Yingying: "Sister Ren, look at my way!"

After that, she leaned up, waving the long stick, fast and slow, erratic, but each stick was exquisite, a stick down, or knocked away, or picked fly, or poked down, the stick worked, in a blink of an eye, more than ten monks have been knocked away, fell to the previous monk's place.

Master Fang Zheng sighed and said, "Mr. Xiao, your disciple's stick method is so exquisite, I don't know what kind of stick method it is?"

Xiao Yuesheng stroked his mustache and smiled: "The kid was inspired by the Shaolin monks and created a set of stick methods, the Lost Stick of Life, and he smiled generously!"

"Mr. Xiao's talent is amazing!" Master Fang Zheng glanced at him when he heard this, clasped his palms together, and sighed.

Shaolin stick method, is the stick of the sect, has always thought that the world is difficult to beat, never thought, Xiao Yuesheng came easily, but it is exquisite, it seems, over the years, the temple lacks an enterprising idea, has been slack, was caught up but did not know.

He is the abbot of Shaolin, focusing on the natural foundation of Shaolin for hundreds of years, with a long-term vision, seeing this scene, triggering thinking, a little thought, is shocked, secretly vigilant.

When Jiang Nanyun used the stick technique to her heart's content, the eighteen Arhats caught up again, flew up, and surrounded her.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, and said, "This time, she has to suffer!"

The Eighteen Arhat Formation, but it is not so easy to crack, and if you fall into the formation, you will give birth to all kinds of illusions, unconsciously sluggish internal force, and your mind will be confused.

Master Fang Zheng sighed slightly, although this Jiang Nanyun is strong in martial arts, but when he falls into the Eighteen Arhat Formation, he will be like a fly flying into a spider's web, and he will definitely be subdued.

(To be continued)