The monks who were holding torches always felt that Chu Liuxiang would be beaten by those random sticks at any time, but every time they were very disappointed.

They may not know Chu Liuxiang at all. If they knew that a person could not make a single move in such a situation, and dodged hundreds of moves in a row without being harmed, then they would have even more admiration for Chu Liuxiang's martial arts.

Chu Liuxiang's purpose in coming to Shaolin at this moment is to take a look at the body of the abbot of Shaolin, and then see if he can find out the murderer of the abbot, the purpose of his doing this, in addition to finding out the real murderer of the abbot for Shaolin, is also to clear his name. Therefore, Chu Liuxiang didn't want to hurt the innocent, and of course she had no intention of fighting.

Chu Liuxiang knew that all the formations, no matter how tightly they cooperated, there must be flaws in the formations, as long as they found the flaws in them and hit the key door, the formation would naturally not be self-defeating. Chu Liuxiang tried the formation just now, and put himself in a dangerous situation several times, the purpose was to find out the weakness of the formation.

This Shaolin stick method really deserves its name, and those stick monks are naturally one of the best in the Shaolin Temple, and each of their sticks can hit the most suitable position and hit the most fatal place.

Chu Liuxiang had indeed experienced a lot of life-and-death situations in the stick formation, and he had now discovered the weaknesses of those stick monks. Although the stick monks' stick techniques are exquisite and their shots are fast enough, they are not ruthless enough, and if they are not ruthless enough, they will miss many good opportunities.

Of course, Chu Liuxiang was not because those stick monks were not ruthless enough, so he could come and go freely in the stick formation.

A person who is brilliant in the world will not rely on luck more or less.

Chu Liuxiang watched a stick hit his chest, he turned sideways to dodge, only to see another long stick flying above his head, Chu Liuxiang was attacked on all sides, and was pressed to the ground by more than a dozen sticks.

In the dim torches, the firelight was like a jumping elf, and the firelight shone on the dozen or so sticks, and also on Chu Liuxiang, who was subdued by the sticks.

With a triumphant smile on their faces, the dozen or so stick monks watched as the Master of Intelligence walked over.

The intelligent master looked at Chu Liuxiang, who was pressed to the ground by the stick, and a bright smile appeared on his face, and said, "Master Chu, you have to do it. The wronged donor stayed in the Shaolin Temple for a while, and when the Shaolin Temple found out who was the real murderer, then let the donor go out. ”

Chu Liuxiang lay on the ground and didn't say a word.

The wisdom master felt that the situation was a little wrong, and he ordered those stick monks to set up Chu Liuxiang.

When those stick monks set up Chu Liuxiang, they found out that Chu Liuxiang, who was restrained by them, turned out to be their fellow disciple.

The long stick in the disciple's hand was gone, his face was still bruised and purple, and there was a glint in his eyes for help, but unfortunately he couldn't say a word.

The intelligent master said nervously: "Ah! It's Juechang, let him go quickly." ”

When those stick monks saw that Chu Liuxiang, who they had suppressed with all their efforts, suddenly became their own colleague, they were all surprised, and immediately put Jue Chang on the ground.

With the support of the two stick monks, Jue Chang lowered his head as if he had died.

The intelligent master walked to Juechang's side, unlocked the dumb acupoints and other important points on his body, and said angrily, "Juechang, what's going on?

Jue Chang said in a daze: "I don't know, I only remember that my stick hit Chu Liuxiang's neck, but I myself fell." ”

Neither Zhizhi nor the monks present found out where Chu Liuxiang was hiding.

All the monks clutched the sticks in their hands tightly, and their eyes looked around, looking for Chu Liuxiang's shadow.

On the pine and cypress tree, there was a fallen leaf gently floating on the bald head of the master of wisdom, and when he looked up, he saw that on a dense cypress tree, Chu Liuxiang was leaning on the trunk of the tree, gently fanning the fan in his hand.

The intelligent master said angrily: "Master Chu, your ability to escape is not small, right?"

Chu Liuxiang glanced at the wisdom master and said, "I feel that the stick under the tree is too messy, and I want to clean it up." ”

The wisdom master pointed the ring ruler at Chu Liuxiang's body, and those stick monks, with anger, fiercely slammed the long stick in their hands on the ground, and they flew to the tree.

They flew up fast and fell as fast as they fell.

Those stick monks were like stacked arhats, one pressing one against the other, and they were still panting for breath in their mouths.

The master of intelligence was amazed: "What a fast skill!"

This skill was indeed not even expected by Chu Liuxiang himself, when he saw those monks flying up, his hand only gently dragged and pushed, and those monks fell to the ground.

Chu Liuxiang believed that he could throw down the monks who flew up one by one, but to his surprise, those monks who were a foot away from him also fell from the tree inexplicably.

It was as if the monks had been hit by a big bird and fell from a tree to the ground.

Chu Liuxiang's finger flick magic skill has not yet been played, but those monks have already fallen to the ground, which is indeed a very strange thing.

Chu Liuxiang quickly figured out one thing, he knew that those monks definitely did not fall from the tree by themselves, they fell from the tree after being hit by someone with a very small stone, but Chu Liuxiang still didn't know who was helping him.

Chu Liuxiang was not in a hurry, because he knew that the person who helped him did not have any malicious intent, and that person did not kill those monks, so he was not in a hurry to find out that person.

The intelligent master walked up to the group of monks, tilted his head, looked at Chu Liuxiang angrily, and said, "Chu Liuxiang, you deceived no one in my temple, didn't you?

The monks who were stacked together slowly got up, raised their sticks and wanted to fight, and the wise master waved the ring ruler and said, "You all stand down, you are not his opponent." ”

"Yes!"

More than a dozen Shaolin stick monks put one hand on their chests and stood aside with their heads bowed.

The Intelligence Master shouted, "The Arhat Formation." ”

As soon as the wisdom master finished speaking, eighteen strong monks wearing yellow monks' robes flew out around him, although they were also holding a long stick in their hands, but their stick was made of iron, and it was twice as thick and three points longer than the stick monk held just now.

This stick weighs at least more than 300 catties, and it takes a lot of strength to be able to lift such a stick, let alone beat people with such a stick, but these eighteen iron rods are held in the hands of eighteen arhats, as if they are no different from an ordinary wooden stick.

The eighteen arhats were expressionless one by one, their eyes seemed to be made of stone, and they didn't even look at Chu Liuxiang. The hands of the eighteen of them all made the same movements, one hand on his chest and the iron rod in the other.

After the eighteen people arrived, they all said to the wisdom master, "Amitabha!"