If you want to overcome rigidity with softness, I will overcome softness with rigidity!

Li Chen burst into the air and shouted, and directly swung his iron fist, like a cannonball, and met it in the most simple and rude way.

Xuankong saw that Li Chen's punch was too strong, so he didn't shake it hard in front of him, but pointed to lightning and bypassed it from the flank.

"Dang Qiang!"

The fingertips were like lightning, and they slammed into Li Chen's body protection qi.

But just half an inch deeper, and it was directly stuck.

Xuan Kong's heart was horrified, he never expected that Li Chen's defense would be so terrifying. His fingers can penetrate half a meter thick bulletproof steel plate, but he can't break through his defenses.

At the moment when he was distracted, Li Chen raised a palm and slapped it fiercely.

Xuankong was horrified, and the true yuan in his body surged violently, turning into a defensive golden gang, enveloping himself in it.

"King Kong is not bad!"

This is the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, the strongest move, and it is also the most difficult stunt to cultivate, one in ten thousand.

Once practiced to the fullest, the body can be as solid as a rock. Even if it is bombarded with shells, it is not a problem at all.

"Bang dang!"

Li Chen's palm slapped out, like a monk hitting a bell, and it rang.

What a strong defense!

Li Chen "kicked and stared" and took three steps back, and his heart was amazed.

In this second round, the two sides are still evenly matched.

Xuankong's was shocked very embarrassed, and Li Chen's body protection qi was poked out of a finger hole.

The monks of Shaolin Temple were stunned.

You must know that the abbot of Xuankong is an invincible god in their minds.

Unexpectedly, the continuous use of Shaolin dragon claw hands, pinching flower fingers, King Kong is not bad magic, and he was still forced to be so embarrassed by Li Xianshi.

And their abbot is nearly 100 years old, belonging to the twilight of the sunset. On the other hand, Immortal Master Li is only in his early twenties, and he is not young at all.

If he waits until he is 100 years old, he will not wait to be like their Shaolin Dharma Patriarch and Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, and he will soar in the day and advance to the rank of land immortal.

Thinking of the "Land Immortals", the eyes of the monks who looked at Li Chen were also full of envy.

Li Chen looked at his torn clothes, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and they really live up to their reputation!

This is the first time since he built the foundation that his defenses have been breached.

He casually dusted off his body and said lightly, "Master, do you dare to take another punch from me?" ”

Xuankong clasped his hands together and silently recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha, Master Li Shi, please!" ”

Li Chen nodded slightly, and violently raised the true yuan, so that the spiritual power in his body, like a hundred rivers and seas, gathered on the palm of his left hand.

Immediately, I saw his fists clenched. Vaguely, it can be seen that there are thunder and lightning surrounding, and thunderbolts rattling.

"Sonic Punch!"

Sonic boxing, as the name suggests, is as fast as the speed of sound!

Before his words could land, the iron fist slammed into the sky like a meteor piercing the sky.

Xuankong saw that Li Chen's punch was extremely fierce, and he didn't dare to have any underestimation, and his expression was unprecedentedly dignified.

"King Kong is not bad!"

He also burst into a shout in the air, and the true yuan turned into an entity, like a Vajra ancient Buddha, enveloping it.

"Boom!"

The punch exploded like a cannonball, sending up a puff of smoke and dust.

The golden defense around Xuankong's body, when the air trembled twice, it was like a falling meteor, eclipsed.

"Poof!"

Immediately, he spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air, and his body staggered, like a kite with a broken string, and fell hard.

"Senior Brother Abbot!"

Seeing that Xuankong was shaken back, all the senior monks of Shaolin Temple surrounded him.

Several elders of the Dharma Academy, the Discipline Hall, and the Luohan Hall stepped forward to protect the abbot Xuankong in case Immortal Master Li took the opportunity to sneak attack.

Li Chen clasped his hands together and made a Buddhist salute to them: "Master, can your temple hand over the Demon Puppet Secret Technique now?" ”

Xuan Yong roared angrily: "The Demon Puppet Secret Art is an evil method, and it must not go out of the Shaolin Temple and endanger the world!" ”

Li Chen shook his head and said, "Gongfa is not sinful, why should you treat it as good and evil in people? After decades of enlightenment of the Dharma, don't you still understand this truth? ”

Hearing Li Chen's words, everyone present was stunned.

Gongfa and swords have no consciousness of their own, and their good and evil only depend on the person who uses them, whether it is good or evil?

If they fall into the wrong hands, they will help them to abuse. But if it comes into the hands of the good, they will punish the evil and eliminate the evil.

The same object, in the hands of different people, has diametrically opposite results.

With the support of his disciples, Xuankong got up with difficulty and recited a Buddha name to Li Chen: "Amitabha, what Master Li said is extremely true, but we are stupid." ”

After speaking, he turned sideways slightly and looked in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Master Li, the cheats you want are in the Scripture Pavilion. However, there are eighteen bronze men left by Huineng Patriarch to guard it. If you can break through, whatever is hidden by my Shaolin Temple, you can take it. If you can't break through, I hope that Master Li Shizhu will leave early, and don't take another step into Buddhism in this life! ”

Li Chen followed the direction of his finger and looked in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Amitabha, thank you for telling me. Today, I'm going to decide on that cheat! ”

After speaking, Li Chen's figure flashed and appeared outside the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

He looked up and saw that the three gilded characters in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were shining brightly under the reflection of the moonlight.

Faintly, a layer of golden light can be seen, enveloping it.

It's a defensive enchantment!

During the day, it is difficult for the average person to see with the naked eye. Even at night, it will be obscured by the light of the three gilded characters of the "Hidden Scripture Pavilion".

Li Chen tried to snoop with his consciousness, and the news fed back made him frown.

"What a strong defense!"

The strength of this enchantment is not weaker than the Xuankong Abbot's Vajra Divine Skill, and even surpasses it.

And you must know that Xuankong's Vajra is not bad, and it can only protect him alone. And this enchantment defense is to protect a scripture pavilion of hundreds of square meters.

The two sides compare, and the judgment is made!

This scripture pavilion is said to have been built by the Bodhidharma Patriarch when he preached the Central Plains, and presumably this defensive barrier was also left by him.

However, when he preached the Central Plains, it had been 1,500 years ago, and the spiritual power blessed by the enchantment had long since disappeared. In later generations, the Shaolin Temple, although there were also many outstanding disciples, continued to input spiritual power.

But whether they have understanding or skills, they are far from Patriarch Bodhidharma, and they are not the same at all. Only six groups of Hui Neng can barely match it.

At that time, Huineng Patriarch also seemed to see this problem. Just be a villain, forcibly seize the "Demon Puppet Secret Technique" of the Chen family in Xiangxi, and use this technique as a guide to mine meteorite iron outside the sky, refine eighteen bronze people, and let them guard Shaolin for the rest of their lives.

"Okay, let's meet the Shaolin Ancestor today!"

Li Chen's hands were folded, and his whole body was really yuan, like an angry wave, sweeping the heavens and the earth. Looking from afar, it looks like a god, unparalleled.

Before the words fell, Li Chen's pupils burst out with two scarlet flames, like impact drills, and slammed into the defensive enchantment.

"Zila!"

The flames scorched the enchantment, like an electric weld cutting a steel plate, bursting out with thousands of sparks and thunderbolts.

"Break it for me!"

Li Chen slammed Zhenyuan on his fingertips and poked at the weak part of the flame.

The monks of Shaolin Temple, if you take a closer look, you will be surprised to find that the fingering used by Li Chen is nothing else, it is the flower finger that the abbot of Xuankong has just cast.

The martial arts of the world, for Li Chen, only need to glance at it, and he can understand it. Except that his proficiency is temporarily inferior to the Xuankong Abbot, whether it is power or speed, he is better than him.

The defensive barrier on the Scripture Pavilion is vast and grand. The embankment of thousands of miles can collapse in the anthill. The house of a hundred rooms was destroyed by a spark.

The enchantment, which had been scorched by the flames, was already in jeopardy. Now Li Chen poked a hole out of it with his fingers, and it collapsed like an avalanche on the spot.

Seeing that he had succeeded, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Li Chen's mouth.

He flashed in the air and pierced into the Scripture Pavilion.

The scene that catches my eye is eighteen bronze men.

They are lying, lying, sitting, standing, and in a variety of postures.

However, although the form is endless, there is one thing that is the same, that is, the sharp eyes are all locked on Li Chen's body.

Suddenly, Li Chen had a feeling of being shrouded in death, and he was terrified.

He was surprised to find that each of these bronze figures was a strong and powerful master of Henglian. Its strength is not weaker than the zombie body of the demon king Zhang Xiaolin.

If they put up the Eighteen Bronze Human Formations of the Mysterious Peerless Peerless, even if three or five god-level powerhouses came together, they would not want to break the formation.

The thousand-year-old Shaolin really lives up to its name!