"This ......" The old monk's eyes widened fiercely, and he was calmed by Zhou Fengchen's momentum, his face full of disbelief, "How old are you this year?" ”

"21 years old!" Zhou Fengchen's heart is full of qi and sea, these monks are all masters, not comparable to ordinary martial arts practitioners, even if his own old man Chen Lao, he may not be able to take ten moves in front of this old monk.

“21？ No way! The old monk shook his head in shock, "The poor monk has been immersed in Shaolin for more than thirty years, and he still has a little eyesight, your external kung fu has reached the peak, and your inner kung fu has also reached a very high level, this is not at all something that a young man in his twenties or thirties can do, who are you?" ”

"Don't talk about these nonsense!" Zhou Fengchen said coldly: "I'm not on the same channel as you, I have to hurry up!"

The old monk took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The Arhat Formation! This man's kung fu is much higher than we expected! ”

"Hah!"

Eighteen young monks quickly surrounded Zhou Fengchen and posed as a "mess".

Zhou Fengchen looked around, couldn't help frowning, I often see Shaolin monks arranging formations on TV, I think it's quite fun, it's too fake, but now I feel completely different, although the formation of these monks looks very chaotic, but that kind of fierce attack posture is everywhere, making people feel uncomfortable all over their backs, and there are almost no flaws.

It's not that he's afraid, but he doesn't want to use Taoism to deal with a group of avenging, inexplicable monks, just like a competition with Yimu, which is a simple competition.

He carefully recalled what his father had taught him before, closed his eyes and opened them again, smiled slightly, and braked quietly, which could naturally break.

So, he coughed, "Come on! Do it! ”

The old monk outside Xinglin was stunned, and the first reaction of the people who were surrounded by the formation must have been uncomfortable, and he wanted to rush out, why was this kid so calm? Wave your hand: "Do it!"

"Hah!"

Eighteen monks came from all directions, and their fists, feet, and bad breath pounced together.

In just a moment, Zhou Fengchen quickly found a flaw, and two monks collided, and his steps were a little messy.

"Split the muscles and bones!" He let out a low shout, his figure was weird, and he blinked to the two monks, fist to fist, leg to leg, snap! The two people who hit each other stumbled, took the opportunity to go around behind the two, slapped their palms horizontally, and flew the two of them, blocking the fists and feet of a group of people.

Then punch and dodge one person, and punch and dodge one person......

And then ......

Puff, puff, the monk who fell to the ground.

And Zhou Fengchen was unscathed!

The old monk of Xinglin outside was taken aback, and hurriedly scolded: "Fuhu Formation!"

"Huh!"

Eighteen young monks grinned, endured the pain of being beaten by Zhou Fengchen, and quickly formed a formation and surrounded Zhou Fengchen in the corner.

"It's kind of interesting!" Zhou Fengchen grinned and looked at a group of monks, "My fists and feet are very heavy, and it doesn't feel good to hit me, right?" ”

A group of monks, you look at me, I look at you, they all feel a palpitation, but more of them are aggrieved and dissatisfied, everyone is about the same age, why is this kid so powerful, why?

"Hit!" The old monk Xinglin greeted again.

"Hah!" Eighteen young monks rushed in, all of them were full of strength, and even made a dead hand!

Zhou Fengchen's biggest advantage in fighting is that as long as he fights with you once, he can feel it thoroughly the second time you are at what level and how to make moves, so in an instant, there is still time to speak: "Your kung fu was originally uneven to the waist, but now you are confused, impatient, and even worse!"

As he spoke, he bounced up, raised his leg and kicked, "Shadow Legs!" ”

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Three monks flew out in an instant.

Taking advantage of the moment when the rest of the monks called, he dodged behind a monk, knocked down three of them with a fall on his back, and then bent his waist and swept the lower plate, fell a few more, and kicked a few more around the corner.

It's best to leap your hands and slap at the last slightly older monk standing!

Syllable!

The monk fell cleanly to the ground and wiped out four or five meters along the floor.

The ground was full of monks who were humming in pain, and Zhou Fengchen was still unscathed.

The old monk Xinglin was dumbfounded!

At this time, a monk on the ground holding his left leg said profusely, "Uncle Shi! I can't beat him, his body is too perverted, he can't fight, and his tricks are also powerful, we are not at the same level as him at all! ”

The old monk Xinglin nodded, his face was serious, his fists were clenched, and he punched out a fist, "Please advise!" ”

Zhou Fengchen smiled, and also put on a starting pose, "Don't dare to be!" ”

"Look at the move!"

The old monk Xinglin made the first move, swinging his fist like the wind, and hitting without any fancy words.

Zhou Fengchen stared at his fist and nodded secretly, the strength, momentum, and route of this old monk's punch were all perfect, thousands of times stronger than that of Yimu monk, and he quickly met it at the moment, fist to fist.

Syllable!

The old monk's body staggered slightly, his eyes shrank, and he raised his leg and kicked it.

Zhou Fengchen also greeted him with his legs.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Fist to fist, foot to foot, Zhou Fengchen was very relaxed, and the old monk was very embarrassed.

At this time, Zhou Fengchen found a flaw, deceived himself into his arms, and slapped his cross arm.

Bang!

The old monk took seven or eight steps back, and suddenly hit the wall, his blood rolling, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Shi!" Eighteen young monks were staggering to their feet, and they were taken aback when they saw this.

Zhou Fengchen turned around and smiled, "Don't get excited!" The old monk is smart, this is called unloading the stale, which is a kind of advanced internal qi kung fu, and he vomited blood but was not injured. ”

The old monk Xinglin smiled, which was an acknowledgement, took a few steps forward, shook his body inexplicably, the muscles of his face and neck were tense, and then his palms went up and down, and the posture was very strange.

"Shaolin seventy-two stunts, use two at once, iron cloth shirt and double lock skill! Do you think you can lock me up? ”

Zhou Fengchen shook his head, his hands turned into claws, one in front of the other, and stood up on one leg, "Shaolin seventy-two stunts, it just so happens that I will also have one!" ”

The old monk Xinglin was stunned for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "Nine Yin White Bone Claw!?" Shaolin has been lost, where did you learn it? ”

"Then you don't care!" Zhou Fengchen smiled, "Come on!" ”

The old monk Xinglin had a gloomy face, and he roared angrily.

Zhou Fengchen rushed head-on.

The eighteen young monks in the back looked at each other without blinking, although they had just been beaten, but at this moment, their eyes were shining, and the life-and-death duel between the two masters was different from the competition in the temple!

Then they were soon disappointed and frightened.

Zhou Fengchen's figure flashed back and forth, instantly tearing through the monk's robe of the old monk Xinglin, leaving seven or eight paw prints on him, and then bounced up, stretched out two fingers, and connected the throat, eyebrows, and temples of the old monk Xinglin.

The tense muscles of the old monk Xinglin instantly relaxed, the golden bell cover broke, and then he was slapped out by Zhou Fengchen with his palm, and spit out a mouthful of old blood.

This time it was really vomiting blood.

"Uncle Shi!" A group of young monks were completely frightened.

The old monk Xinglin covered his stomach and waved his hand to stop them, looking at Zhou Fengchen, "Shaolin's lost stunt Nine Yin White Bone Claw and the Duan family's unique stunt One Yang Finger!" Who are you? ”

Zhou Fengchen squinted his eyes and approached, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is ...... I'll repeat, I didn't kill Yimu, and if you dare to mess around, don't blame me for being rude! ”

"Hold him back, let Uncle Shi go first!" A group of young monks behind him didn't know what Zhou Fengchen was going to do to the old monk, so they pounced on him with a hula.

Zhou Fengchen was depressed, turned around and kicked with his feet, only kicked three or four, and the rest pounced on him lifelessly, anyway, it was a hug!

In this way, Zhou Fengchen had no choice but to use light kung fu and beat them one by one.

At this moment of chaos, he suddenly became vigilant, feeling as if he was being targeted by a poisonous tongue.

Sou!

At this time, a sound of breaking wind went straight to his heart, Zhou Fengchen was frightened into white sweat, and hurriedly dodged to the side, but only dodged a little, and a steel needle-like thing instantly pierced his ribs, and suddenly there was a piercing pain, and he sat on the ground.

This is not a secret weapon put by the monks!

He subconsciously looked in the direction he came from, and found that it was on the corner of the second floor, and at this time, a corner of clothes disappeared in a flash.

(End of chapter)