The few Arhats who had just been defeated had already come to the side of the Buddha of the Dry Moon at this moment.

Two of them flew up and caught the fallen thirteen or fourteen arhats.

"Master, this kid is not simple. ”

"Master, something is wrong with this kid, he just fought with his disciple, he looks messy and flustered, but in fact he has hidden a mystery. ”

"Damn, such a strong body, with only one arm, can withstand a stick that the disciple struggles to blow, the master, the disciple is incompetent. The fourteen Arhats came to the Buddha of the Dry Moon in a state of shock, and said dejectedly.

The Thirteen Arhats also said, "Hey, Master, Disciple"

"Amitabha, don't even say it, this son's cultivation is above you, hey, the old man also underestimated him. ”

On the stone statue, Yan Fei has already occupied the position of his knees.

The next position is the hands of the giant Buddha statue, and his palms are stacked upwards and placed in the lower abdomen.

Originally, on the small arms of the stone statue of the Giant Buddha, there was an Arhat meditating cross-legged, but now, these two Arhats came to the palm of the Giant Buddha together.

Three?

Among the eighteen Arhats of the Pagoda, the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth Arhats.

The three of them joined forces, Yan Fei's divine soul had already visited the past, and the realm of these three Arhats was only afraid that it could already be compared to the early stage of the Martial Emperor Realm of martial cultivators.

From the realm of the Martial Emperor to the realm of the Martial Emperor is a qualitative leap.

Therefore, the aura revealed by these three people is quite strong.

Yan Fei pursed the corners of his mouth, his face showed a bit of eagerness, being able to compete with a master of Buddhism is also a rare opportunity to practice.

However, it is now a big challenge.

You must know that from the knee of the giant Buddha statue to the palm of the palm, there is a distance of more than ten zhang, and without the help of cultivation and treasure flying, Yan Fei must exert force at one time and directly skip the distance of more than ten zhang.

A leap of more than ten zhang away, non-martial arts cultivators simply can't do it.

On this point alone, even the two Buddhas of the withered moon and withered bamboo can't do the same, although as Buddhas, their realm can be compared to the realm of martial saints of martial cultivators.

Because, only the physical body of a martial cultivator is the most powerful, and only the instantaneous explosive power of a martial cultivator can reach this level.

Yan Fei knew in his heart that the challenge to himself at this distance was more severe than that of the three monks who were waiting to fight him.

Secretly accumulating, Yan Fei stared at the three arhats in the palm of the giant Buddha.

He even faintly saw that the three arhats were looking at him with a smug look at him at the moment.

On the ground, everyone looked at each other the same.

After about a dozen breaths, Yan Fei squatted down slightly, and suddenly, the whole person jumped up, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, his figure crossed a graceful arc in the air, and was falling towards the palm of the giant stone Buddha statue.

Just looking at this arc, you can judge that Yan Fei's jump is enough to fall on the palm of the Buddha statue.

The three arhats, watching Yan Fei fly down on their own, also showed a little shock, according to their hearts, they couldn't do it at all without the help of cultivation and treasures.

After a few breaths, the three of them stepped back slightly, clenching the long stick in their hands.

The tenth arhat in the middle found that Yan Feifei rushed over, and it turned out to be facing him, that is to say, he was already the target of Yan Fei's lock. "Two junior brothers, I'll stop him, and the rest, it's up to you, be sure to hit him with one blow. The tenth arhat roared, a body of Buddha power was already contained in the stick in his hand, his body was shining with golden light, which was the blessing of the Dharma, and at the same time put the long stick in front of him, ready to resist Yan Fei

This blow.

The two arhats beside him seized this opportunity and charged their strength on their arms, ready to give Yan Fei a killer stick.

Yan Fei jumped hard and flew in, of course, he couldn't waste the strength of this forward rush.

He did indeed lock on to the Tenth Arhat in the center.

Flying down, a punch out, the fist hangs the wind, whirring. This punch hit the stick of the tenth Arhat, only to hear a click, the tenth Arhat's Dharma stick, which is also a good Buddha treasure, was broken into two, and Yan Fei's punch, like a devastating one, broke her Dharma stick and then hit his chest

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Fortunately, Yan Fei finally collected thirty percent of his strength, otherwise, this punch would be enough to send the Tenth Arhat to see the Western Heavenly Buddha.

However, Yan Fei didn't want to kill people, or even hurt people, and it wasn't that time.

As soon as the tenth arhat finished speaking, he came to resist Yan Fei, unexpectedly, just one punch, his whole person was like a kite with a broken string, each hand grabbed a half-cut stick, and flew down the palm of the giant Buddha statue.

At the same time, the other two Arhats, who had been accumulating their strength for a long time, smashed into Yan Fei's body with thousands of catties of strength.

One hit Yan Fei's shoulder, and the other actually hit the top of Yan Fei's head.

Bang, bang!

Two muffled sounds, and the next moment, time seemed to stand still.

The eleventh and twelfth Arhats looked at Yan Fei in front of them in a daze, their faces full of shock.

They themselves knew how powerful this stick was, but the hairy boy in front of them, who looked like he was in his twenties, didn't do anything.

To be precise, it's not a big deal, not nothing.

The three Arhats guarded the palm of the Giant Buddha with a limited area, occupying the lead, Yan Fei leaped over, taking advantage of the disadvantage, there was really no way but to attack it, as for the attacks of the other two Arhats, he really couldn't dodge anymore.

Those two Arhats, after all, have a realm comparable to that of the early stage of the Martial Emperor Realm of Martial Cultivators, and their strength is not light.

The two big arhats looked at Yan Fei in a daze, Yan Fei felt a little dizzy, and the stick behind his back made him stumble forward and almost lay on the ground.

At this moment, he stabilized his body and moved a little, and the feeling of dizziness in his head quickly recovered.

He reached out and touched the top of his head, and a bag was smashed out.

"Two monks, didn't you say that you should finish the matter?"

"You, you, what kind of person are you, my stick, even the Xuantie has to be transformed, is your head harder than the Xuantie?"

The Twelve Arhats also asked in surprise, "Are you human or not?"

Yan Fei shook his head helplessly and said: "Hey, didn't you say that you are a Buddha with mercy? Aren't you going to open the precept of killing in vain? If it weren't for me, if I changed someone else, I'm afraid that this head would have already blossomed, two high monks, people without heads, can they still live?"

When the words landed, Yan Fei's eyes flashed with a fierce light, taking advantage of the two arhats to be frightened.

Grab one in one hand and drop it all in the palm of the giant Buddha. All of this was seen by the withered moon and withered bamboo, and until this moment, the shock in their hearts could no longer be described in words.