The golden giant bell is like a substance, protecting Kongjian's body, and the bright light is more dazzling than the golden bell jar of the eighth level just now, there is no doubt that the golden bell jar kung fu was broken, not only did not make Kongjian's lifelong cultivation ruined, but made it go to the next level, reaching the ninth level that is even more eye-catching!

It's just that the advancement of the magic skills of "Golden Bell Jar" is that the practitioner breaks the golden bell outside the body from the inside out, and then recondenses the realm to a higher level. On the contrary, if the magic of "Golden Bell Jar" is broken by someone else, there must be only one way to waste it, and there is no second way!

The middle-aged man also knew this, and it was precisely because he knew this that he would let down his guard after breaking the truth. But now that Kongjian violated this understanding in front of himself, the middle-aged man was puzzled, could it be that there were other secrets about the "Golden Bell Jar" in Shaolin Temple that we didn't know?

"Heh!" Kongjian exhaled in a deep voice, withdrew the magic skill of "Golden Bell Jar", and walked straight towards the middle-aged man with an unwilling face, he was hit in the chest by the 'mixed yuan qi' urged by Kongjian's ninth level, although his heart was not traumatized under the timely protection of the true qi, but the other internal organs were hit hard, and the pure white grade Yijin Jing true qi with it also dropped sharply to the level of only the blue level.

"The ninth level of the Golden Bell Jar, Shaolin Innate Arhat Fist!" The middle-aged man's face was shocked, very pale, and he muttered to himself, and his eyebrows were full of incredulity.

"Yes! Kong Jian smiled proudly, nodded and said, "You can actually cultivate the Yijin Sutra to the realm of white-level floating slaughter, it can be seen that your qualifications are not low, killing you is really too wasteful!"

"The golden bell jar has practiced the ninth level, and it can already be done to the point that picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, and it is difficult to damage a single bit of divine weapons. Unless the remaining half-inch door is hit, it is invincible. The middle-aged man said with a miserable expression, "But I don't understand, why are you still able to raise it to the ninth level after I broke the Golden Bell Jar?"

"Hehe! It seems that you know a lot about the magic skills of "Golden Bell Jar"!" Kong Jian smiled and looked at each other playfully, "Qin Zhanpeng and the others were like this last time, and they actually have the secret book of Shaolin's magic skills that will never be passed on, it seems that I need to force you to spit out your master's honorific name, and see what kind of master can have my Shaolin master?"

"Well, since you have doubts in your heart, then I will let you understand first, so that you don't know why you are defeated. After saying this, Kongjian's expression eased, and then continued, "The answer is very simple, my "Golden Bell Jar" kung fu was originally the ninth level!"

"You already have the realm of the ninth level?" The middle-aged man's expression froze, and he reacted in an instant. He was a man with a lot of experience, and in the blink of an eye, he had already made everything clear.

Since the Bodhidharma Patriarch founded the Shaolin Temple, there have been countless Shaolin disciples who have been able to practice the four great divine skills that have been handed down by him for more than a thousand years, but those who can practice the eighth level of the golden bell jar are already rare, and there are only a handful of people who can practice the ninth level, and the youngest of these people who have practiced the ninth level is also fifty years old.

Therefore, after the middle-aged man noticed that the empty "Golden Bell Jar" had the realm of the eighth level, he was just surprised, and he didn't expect that the other party would have reached a higher realm!

In fact, Kongjian's qualifications are so high that they are rare in the world. Before he was fifty years old, he was able to practice the ninth level of the Golden Bell Jar, which is known for its difficult cultivation, and since the founding of Shaolin for more than a thousand years, he has been able to do so far, and there is no other way outside him!

After practicing the ninth level of the Golden Bell Jar, throwing leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, and there is only one and a half inches left in the cover door. Even if the opponent's internal kung fu is more than ten times stronger, it is still invincible. Even if you attack the vital points around your body with a divine weapon, you can only cut the skin without damaging the muscles.

When Kongwen was fighting against the middle-aged man, he was clumsy and always used his eighth level skills to face the battle. The middle-aged man's non-killing trick seemed to have broken through the protective strength of the Golden Bell Jar, but in fact, Kong Jian had already condensed the power of the ninth level one step ahead, forming two layers of golden bell shapes, one bright and one dark. Therefore, the destruction of the outer golden bell is of no importance to the empty view.

Moreover, this scene gave Kongjian an opportunity to take the opportunity to sneak attack, and the strange soldiers stood out, and the strongest style of "Shaolin Innate Arhat Boxing" was used, and a surprise attack was sent to it that had been gathering momentum for a long time. Sure enough, with one move, Sorumi severely injured the evenly matched rivals, saving him from a painstaking fight.

"Golden Bell Jar" and "Yi Jin Sutra" are both peerless magic created by Bodhidharma Patriarch, and the middle-aged man's white-level Yi Jin Sutra cultivation is far better than the golden bell jar of the ninth level of Kongjian, and if you take into account the unparalleled defensive power of "Golden Bell Jar", the difference between the two is not far away, and the height is just a line apart. If Kongjian starts a fight with the other party as soon as he comes up, I believe that it will only cause a bitter fight.

And the middle-aged man who is suitable for the middle is careless, thinking that he has the chance to win, and his skills and mind are completely relaxed. One son makes a mistake and loses the whole game. His fate is naturally self-evident, a big defeat.

"I didn't expect you to be calculating me from the beginning!" The middle-aged man sighed in vain, his face full of defeat, "I lost!

"Well, I've told you everything you want to know. "So, you should tell me what I want to know, right?"

"The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. The middle-aged man was also single, and said, "If you want to know anything, just ask, as long as I know, I can tell you." ”

Kong Jianyan, who had already been skeptical for a long time, was overjoyed in his heart, and asked eagerly: "Who is your master, and what does it have to do with us Shaolin?"

"Who is my master? You don't even know?!" The middle-aged man looked at Kong Jian in surprise, but found that the other party was not a fake, he was stunned for a moment, and he already knew the truth of the matter in his heart, and laughed, "That's right! For you Shaolin, my master has made such a big mistake, how can he tell his name to the younger disciples!hahahaha!!"

"Huh, listening to his tone, could his master be from my Shaolin?" Kongjian frowned, unhappy in his heart, but did not open his mouth to interrupt the middle-aged man's laughter.

After a while, the middle-aged man finally stopped laughing as if he had had enough laughter, he looked at Kongjian in the middle, and said in a deep voice: "You Shaolin don't want others to know about my master, so I want to tell you." Let me tell you, my master is not only a disciple of Shaolin, but also an abbot of Shaolin."

As soon as the middle-aged man said this, there were several miserable cries in the ears of Kongjian and the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's words stopped. The two of them hurriedly turned their heads and followed the sound to look, just in time to see the tragic death of the gray-clothed disciple who had survived death there!

I saw a sudden tongue of fire suddenly appear from the corner in the distance of the road, rushing towards this side quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed to several gray-clothed men. Immediately afterward, Kong Jian saw a huge beast head poke out of the tongue of fire, and opened his mouth to devour a gray-clothed man who was looking at it dumbfounded.

At the same time, the raging fire around it also enveloped the rest of the men, and in an instant, the people were burned to charred by the blazing flames, and their deaths were extremely tragic!

"It's the Fire Qilin!" Kongjian and the middle-aged man were shocked in their hearts, both of them were shocked by the power of the Fire Qilin, although the two of them had different purposes and different positions, they both came for the Fire Qilin. Now seeing the fire qilin's fierce might, the two of them couldn't help but tremble slightly in their hearts, thinking that they had underestimated the power of the fire qilin after all.

"Is this the fire unicorn in the mouth of the senior brother? It is indeed a strange beast of heaven and earth, and its momentum is extraordinary!" Looking at the tragic scene of the fire unicorn eating people not far away, Kong Jian couldn't help but squint. He knew about the Fire Qilin from the mouth of Kongwen, and he was able to tie with Kongwen of the white-level Yijin Sutra realm, which attracted Kongjian's curiosity and wanted to break through with the pressure brought by the other party.

Now, seeing that the Fire Qilin was so violent, although his heart was shaken, it was more of a confidence in his own strength, "Since Senior Brother Kongwen can fight with it in a tie, then I have no reason to be afraid of it." Look, I'll be able to defeat the Fire Kirin!"

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