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Groups of silver-white armor warriors quietly left in the dense forest, ignoring the heroes of the rivers and lakes like lost dogs, perhaps in their eyes, what they had just harvested was just a piece of wheat.

The frenzied crowd ran towards the foot of the hill for a short moment of incense, many of whom did not even want their weapons, but only wanted to live.

It's a pity that at the foot of the mountain was blocked by a group of bald monks, and on the martial arts arena on the mountain road, the densely packed bald monks held martial arts sticks, pointing straight to the sky.

"The one hundred and eight magic sticks of Shaolin Temple are here, if you want to go down the mountain to survive, then enter the battle, otherwise, there will be no forgiveness!"

The leader of the nine-ring monk roared angrily, his body emitted a golden light, King Kong was majestic, not angry and self-assured, and the one hundred and eight stick monks behind him were all roaring angrily.

Poof!

Originally, many outlaws who were the first to flee the mountain to escape for their lives were frightened by the previous mad slaughter, and after seeing the one hundred and eight demon stick monks at this time, they were shocked by the momentum, and many people fell to their knees on the spot.

There are even those who fish in troubled waters who are directly scared to pee their pants, and the yellow and white things flow down the crotch of their pants, attracting the surrounding people who want to escape to stay away and avoid them.

Many of them were hurt or their own strength was not bad, looking at the whole square full of these stick monks with the same shape, they secretly gritted their teeth, knowing that there was no other way but to break through.

"Great monk, why don't we break through the formation and take over this matter, and Shaolin must not pursue it again?"

A strange man with a scar on his face stood up, the nine-ring knife behind his back was held in his hand, and the bell rattled.

The head of the big monk is the first virtuous monk of the Shaolin Temple Discipline Institute selected by the small monk of Mingyuan, the strength is not too high, only six grades, but he is upright and has a strong sense of justice.

"Break through the dragon and subjugate the tiger array, you donors can go down the mountain by themselves, Shaolin promises not to worry about you in today's affairs, but see you in the future, please retreat!"

The sonorous and powerful voice made many heroes take a step back in unison, and one hundred and eight stick monks lined up separately, and their skillful appearance was quite depressing in the eyes of some people.

"Afraid of death, count it as a ball, just a group of second-grade realm stick monks, what can I do?

In the fleeing crowd, a flower monk with a fat head and big ears holding a stick with Qi Mei scolded angrily, flew out directly, and landed in the center of many stick monks, with a fierce aura churning.

"Interesting, the merry monk Duan Tianzhi, the original prince of the royal family of the small country of Dali. The cultivation of the peak of the six grades has a hope of escaping from the dragon and tiger formation. ”

Monk Dewu had a smile on his face, as a veteran who has been polishing in the martial arts all year round, he knows a lot of information about many strange characters in the martial arts, which is one of the reasons why the little monk of Mingyuan asked him to serve as the first seat of the precepts.

In the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to offend some people, at this time, it is necessary to distinguish those people who can be provoked according to the size of the forces behind them, and those people need to be avoided like snakes and scorpions.

With a wave of his hand, Monk Dewu withdrew from the big array, and the one hundred and eight stick monks were murderous, and they were not stunned at all in the face of this great monk.

Scarface and more than a dozen powerhouses who cultivated on top of the items all stared at each other, nodded slowly, and jumped into the big array one after another, seemingly wanting to force their way out with the power of the master.

The fifteen masters who tested the water for the first time were all well-known masters of the rivers and lakes in Qingtan County, although they were not the overlords of one side, but at least they were also some elders of second- and third-rate sects.

When the fifteen masters first entered the battle, they were all shocked and uncertain, but after repeated observations, they found that the highest strength of these great monks was actually only three grades, and they were fearless.

"Kill! Break this thief's formation, I really think that two random monks can stop us!" Scarface looked hateful.

Previously, he took four or five masters in the door, and planned to go up the mountain to ransack the treasure house of Shaolin, but he didn't expect that a few disciples and grandchildren would climb the mountain road before him, and they would die in Huangquan.

If it weren't for his superb knife skills, he slashed more than a dozen stray arrows, I'm afraid he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Every time the broad blade of the knife is slashed, the sword light is connected in the blink of an eye, and the surrounding monks are all slashed.

One hundred and eight stick monks were suddenly divided into eighteen groups, and a group of six people directly aimed at the one person who was besieged in the middle with the "Withered Leaf Stick Method", and the six sticks were smashed down together, and the sharp stick wind frightened many strong people into a cold sweat.

Although those stick monks only had the strength of the second and third grades, but the six of them joined forces, and the momentum directly suppressed the surrounded masters, and the elders in the center of the seemingly chaotic but fierce stick fighting were embarrassed.

"Three stacks of dead leaves!"

With the roar of this life outside the arena, the one hundred and eight stick monks in the martial arts arena all roared and roared, and the sandalwood sticks in their hands gathered into a net of heaven and earth, suppressing those masters in the center.

At the beginning of the period, the masters above the six grades such as Scarface and Merry Monk were able to suppress it by virtue of their cultivation that far surpassed that of the stick monk, but the moment dozens of sticks came out, they felt some kind of mysterious restlessness.

Under the high-pressure atmosphere, the surrounding air seemed to produce some kind of scorching smell, and those suppressed masters seemed to be in the desert, constantly swallowing saliva.

"Damn, what's going on, why does the mountain feel like a desert, and the air is distorted!"

It was only the time when the fight had been half a pillar of incense, and the Merry Monk had already felt physically exhausted, and he vaguely saw a hundred and eight stick monks turned into a hideous dragon and tiger and were about to devour them.

Click! Bang!

The superimposed power of dozens of sticks was five or six thousand catties, instantly crushing the scar-faced nine-ring knife, and the sound of broken bones was quite clear in the almost suffocating atmosphere around him.

"Dragon and Tiger!"

A three-rank monk in the center held a black stick with a different kind of black stick, and danced wildly towards Scarface's head, the black light flashed, and blood burst out.

Scarface didn't even have time to howl, and was directly swept into a headless corpse by the violent force, and fell to the ground without moving.

The nine-ring knife made of stainless steel was densely covered with gaps, and a high-grade blade at the end of the line became a waste weapon.

After Scarface died, the rest of the elders and powerhouses were all panicked, and the will that was originally struggling to resist collapsed instantly, looking at the countless sticks around him, as if he was facing the collapse of the entire heaven and earth.

The great monk of Dewu stared at the place where the scar-faced man died violently, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Although he guessed that the power of the Dragon Descending and Tiger Formation was not bad, and the combined force was superimposed, which was enough to crush many heroes, but he did not expect that a monk in the realm of the third rank would be able to tyrannically tear apart the master of the sixth grade.

A sixth-grade master is definitely one in a million, not to mention two or three third-grade under ordinary circumstances, even twenty or thirty are unlikely to threaten the lives of sixth-grade masters.

However, in the Dragon Descending and Subduing Tiger Formation, even a martial artist in the first-grade realm will multiply his strength after integrating into the formation, and his shortcomings will be greatly enhanced and supplemented.

On the contrary, it is the enemy who is trapped in the big array, because of the high-pressure psychology and the constant impact of the stick monk, the physical strength and mental strength are doubled, and finally become the soul of the stick.

In the short time when the first seat of Dewu was recalled, the fifteen first-ranked Wupin masters all died in the big array, and the pervasive smell of blood made those martial arts people who were already frightened and uneasy more and more frightened.

The headless or dismembered corpses scattered on the ground, the fifteen statues placed in the thousands of miles of Qingtan County can be regarded as quite strong Jianghu masters, and none of them survived.

The merry monk who spoke wildly was beaten to pieces, and his face revealed a kind of unwillingness and fear before he died.

After waiting for half an hour again, under the scorching sun, none of the remaining more than a thousand martial arts dared to stand up again, even if there were still six or seven six-rank masters among them.

"It's really a group of poor people who bully the weak, and they dare to go to the Shaolin Temple to spread wild with this kind of weapon, I really don't know who gave these people the courage to be ambitious!"

I don't know when, there was a man with a wine gourd on his back on the side of the first seat of Dewu, and his sharp eyes were comparable to falcons.

"I've seen Lord Zhang! Congratulations to the donor for taking a step forward in his martial arts cultivation and one step closer to attaining the path of land immortals. Dewu looked at the comer, and the coldness on his face partially melted.

The person who came was Zhang Bailian, who was healthy, and after the toxin in a few months ago was removed, his martial arts cultivation did not decrease but increased, and he made great progress all the way, and in just a few months, he was promoted from the ninth rank to the ninth grade.

This is a height that other masters can take years or even more than ten years to reach.

"The master praised it falsely, now Shaolin has a few great Buddhist virtues, and the cultivation of Bailian does not dare to show off in front of those few, with the help of the little gods and monks, the master's Pure Land of Bliss can be expected!"

The face of the first seat of Dewu also showed a look of yearning, the little monk Mingyuan came from the mysterious Chinese holy land, where there are even legendary Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, he was convinced of this, so he wanted to follow him all the time.

There are ancient legends of immortals, Buddhas and demons in this world, but there have been no Buddhas and immortals for millions of years, and even the land immortals in ancient times have become a mystery.

"Amitabha, now those enemies who come are all intimidated, I don't know what the Buddha is going to do next, I have created such a killing today, I don't know how many people will be able to save in the future!"

The first Dulwich sat with his hands folded, and the one hundred and eight stick monks returned to their previous position, oblivious to the blood on the ground.

"These people should be damned! I have seen the internal strength of "Mangniu Jin", which is worth far more than countless other mental methods, and it is the gospel of those poor disciples. Now the barbarians and the demons in the underground are beginning to appear, and this thing must not be obtained by some bandits!"

Zhang Bailian's eyes crossed the bone-chilling cold, some of the little monks of Mingyuan had not yet planned to start the game, he had to lay the groundwork in advance, and sometimes, trouble would be easier to find by himself.

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