As soon as Haitong spoke, Lingjing respectfully retreated, his injuries were not completely healed, even if he was completely healed, he was far from Wang Lie's opponent, the reason why he wanted to make a move was just to use his actions to influence Wang Lie, so as not to damage the reputation of Shaolin Temple.

In fact, Wang Lie didn't want to challenge the Shaolin Temple to become famous, he felt that it was just a competition behind closed doors, and there were no outsiders, even if he lost the Shaolin Temple, he would not lose face, and he didn't realize how painful it would be for others to block the door like this and defeat others one by one.

"Master, be careful!" Wang Lie knew that Haitong's identity was different from that of ordinary monks, and he would definitely not strike first, so he reminded him to shoot directly, and slapped Haitong with a palm.

"Amitabha!" Haitong clasped his hands together and shouted, the monk's robe suddenly bulged, a momentum spontaneously emerged, and the fine dust in the air was scattered outward, and then with a wave of the robe's sleeves, an invisible cyclone swirled like a tornado to meet Wang Lie's palm power, directly involved his palm power, and continued to push towards Wang Lie by fusing the strength of the two.

It is worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin, as soon as he makes a move, he will see extraordinary, compared to the abbot of Xuanci who is not the same as the one who was in the nest, Wang Lie thought in his heart, if Xuanci has this ability, Gu Mozhi will not want to be so publicized in Shaolin Temple, sure enough, one generation is not as good as one generation, how can the current monks think that after only a few decades, the force of Shaolin Temple has degenerated to that point.

Thinking in his heart, Wang Lie's hands were not slow, his hands were hugged, and then his palms turned outward and pushed, boom, the beams of the house were shaken and buzzed, and the strength was scattered, and all the monks felt that the wind was blowing like a knife, and the cold invaded the body, as if they had reached the top of the mountain, and the wind was blowing in all directions, and they couldn't help but use their internal forces to resist the invasion.

"Master's good skills!" Wang Lie praised with a smile, and the "Ling Bo Weibu" unfolded, instantly invading in front of the abbot of Haitong, raising his fist and smashing it down.

The abbot of Haitong smiled slightly, but he didn't see how to behave, and his hands were still in his sleeves. A force had already erupted, and the sleeves of his shirt were like blades cutting Wang Lie's wrists.

Wang Lie recognized that this was "the best in the sleeve", it seemed that the power was on the sleeve, but in fact, the real killing move was still on the hands inside the sleeve. This set of stunts Wang Lie has already obtained when he competed with Lingmen, and the abbot of Haitong used it to be incomparable to Lingmen, and the two sleeves were like two steel knives, slashing up with the sound of whirring wind, and Wang Lie's arm shook. Standing like a knife, cutting to Haitong's sleeve, this palm has his true qi instilled, even a real steel knife can be cut off with one palm, not to mention the sleeves made of fabric.

Master Haitong rolled up his sleeves, the fingers of his right hand were erected, facing the edge of Wang Lie's palm, if Wang Lie's chapter continued, it would just hit his fingers. Wang Lie didn't want his fingers to be scrapped. As soon as the wrist flipped, he had to wrap around the arm of the abbot of Haitong, which was the trick he created back then, "Jiaolong absorbs water", which can break people's arms with one move.

The abbot of Haitong changed his moves, and actually used the "Donkey Kong Fist", the two of them fought hand-to-hand, their breathing could be heard, each palm was only seven or eight inches apart, and they changed dozens of moves, and the bodies of the two did not have any contact. It shows the swiftness of the change of moves, all the monks are dizzy and amazed, and only then do they know that Wang Lie has not yet gone all out in the competition. I am also impressed, and now I know that my abbot's martial arts have also reached this point.

Li Suning, who was standing at the door and facing the monks in the main hall, looked at the two people fighting in the field with a worried face, she is also an expert in martial arts, although the hand-to-hand combat of the way of nature does not look as cool as the air fight, but it is the most dangerous way to play, the slightest accident is the end of serious injury by the other party, although she is very confident in Wang Lie's martial arts. But after all, the other party is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the prestige of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years is not false, in case the senior brother is injured, I will go to your backyard and set a fire! Li Suning said secretly in his heart.

I don't know the little thoughts in Li Suning's heart, Wang Lie is feeling hearty at the moment, as the so-called chess opponent will meet a good talent, he has not met such an evenly matched opponent after his martial arts achievements, and they are not happy to learn from Wuyazi in Xiaoyao Valley, and now when he meets Haitong, every move he makes can have a move to deal with, and there is not a sharp counterattack, Wang Lie is relieved to boldly exert his kung fu, and the moves are more and more mixed.

Haitong abbot's magic skills keep playing, from the beginning of the hand to now, he has used the "robe to subdue the magic skill", "Maha finger", "Donkey Kong fist", "great wisdom indefinite finger", "Indra claw", "silence claw" six stunts, but also in the new stunts keep emerging, Wang Lie has no time to use other boxing techniques, to play the best "Tianshan folding plum hand" and "Tianshan six yang palm", and Haitong abbot is on par, his "Tianshan folding plum hand" How each martial arts, already has its own style, Haitong Abbot only thinks that his set of martial arts is wonderful, no matter what stunt he uses, he can resolve the situation, and there are many schools of martial arts in the moves, and he even saw that there are a few tricks and even seem to be his own Shaolin school of kung fu, and his heart is secretly surprised.

Just now Wang Lie and a number of monks competed, each at most took a quarter of an hour, now and Haitong abbot fighting, a full hour has passed, the two of their moves have not slowed down at all, and this has passed hundreds of moves, the two of them have made a move has not been repeated, the monks at this time are no longer unhappy, Haitong abbot is okay, how to say that he has been practicing martial arts for decades, it is not uncommon to know so many martial arts, this Wang Lie looks only in his twenties, even if he starts practicing from his mother's womb, how many years can he practice, he can use so much kung fu, he is not wronged, several monks who have moved with Wang Lie secretly said in their hearts。

"Master Abbot, if we continue to fight like this, we may not have results in a day. Wang Lie waved a palm, temporarily forced the abbot of Haitong back, and said: "I still have a set of palm techniques, if the master can follow, he will admit defeat in the next day." Wang Lie knew that such a competitive move, unless he exhausted Haitong's internal strength, he would almost not be able to win, this Haitong abbot's martial arts is definitely not weaker than Murong Longcheng when he injured himself, and the judgment standard of his ability does not know what it is, it seems that only by defeating this person can he obtain the seventy-two stunts he used in the process of martial arts, after fighting for so long, he also broke several of Haitong's stunts, but the ability did not react, although the fight was very comfortable, but Haitong had already used it** Seeing that his face also showed a look of exhaustion, although his martial arts skills are high, after all, he is old, and his body is still not as good as a young man like Wang Lie, so Wang Lie plans to end the battle as much as possible.

"Wang Shizhu just take action!" Haitong said.

Wang Lie laughed, took a step back, drew a circle with his left hand, and carried the true qi of his whole body, his clothes were swollen and torn, and his right palm struck out.

"Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon? How do you understand?" The abbot of Haitong said dumbly, he had fought with Guo Yan, the leader of the Beggar Gang, and naturally recognized the "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon", but this set of palms is the secret of the leader of the Beggar Gang, Wang Lie is obviously the successor of the senior, how can he understand the "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon".

Although he couldn't figure it out, Haitong knew that the power of this set of palms was powerful in the world, and he didn't dare to despise it in the slightest.

"Bang bang bang-" The sound was unconscious, Wang Lie slapped out again and again, each palm hit the palm of Haitong's resistance, Haitong's abbot's face turned pale every time he received a palm, and his body had to take a step back, after a few palms, Haitong had retreated to the edge of the Buddha statue, and his arms were so weak that he could barely lift up.

Wang Lie continued to strike out with a move "Kanglong has regrets", and the abbot of Haitong raised his palm to take it, and was shocked to find that his dantian was empty, and his true qi was exhausted, so he shook his head with a wry smile.

"Master, be careful!" Seeing that Wang Lie's palm was about to hit Haitong's chest, a figure pounced from the side, Wang Lie was startled, he couldn't take his palm, and hurriedly waved to the side, and the whole person turned back.

Rao is response to his rapid response, and he also heard the sound of a snapping fracture, he turned back two heels and stood still, only then did he look forward, but saw Lingjing sitting in front of the abbot of Haitong with his shoulders covered, and the palm of the abbot of Haitong was on top of his bald head. (To be continued.) )