Time passed bit by bit, and Fang Qingshan had already attacked the old monk with hundreds of punches.

Every punch bombarded the past, just like Huang Zhong Da Lu, deafening.

But even if the hammer rings, how can it break the bell?

Although the old monk didn't make a single move, Fang Qingshan not only did not take advantage of the slightest, but was tired half to death, sweating, pale, and even his steps were a little shaky.

"Duan Gongzi, Gongzi, he will be fine!"

Seeing that Fang Qingshan's state seemed to be a little wrong, Ah Bi couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Senior brother, he has nothing to do,"

Duan Yu shook his head, and at this moment, he could also see that his cheap senior brother was not doing useless work, but using the hands of the old monk to polish his martial arts, so he comforted, "Don't worry, it's about to end." ”

After attacking one hundred and ten punches, Fang Qingshan's fist power was first indomitable and invincible, and when it reached a peak, it began to go downhill, but the momentum was a little condensed, becoming stronger and stronger.

Finally, at a certain moment, Fang Qingshan's momentum condensed to the limit, but the original fist power that had been depressed to the extreme was rapidly rising, for a while, Fang Qingshan's whole person seemed to have grown taller out of thin air, the whole person seemed to be like a god, and he could faintly see the five dragons and five elephants lingering around him, unpredictable.

Fang Qingshan's eyes were blank, and he punched out, intending to punch first, as if he was completely instinctive.

Slow!

It's slow!

It was as if Fang Qingshan was playing Tai Chi, and everyone could see it clearly.

But no one underestimated this punch, whether it was as powerful as Gonggong Li, or the visionless Jianghu Soy Sauce Party, passers-by, they saw Fang Qingshan's punch, like a dragon, like an elephant, like a mountain.

Fang Qingshan's five fingers clenched into a fist, the fist was glowing with golden light, the dragon horn and elephant trunk were condensed into one, as Fang Qingshan's fist fell, it was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, the force was heavy, and it was indestructible.

Click!

For the first time, the old monk's three-foot qi wall made an overwhelmed sound, but he saw that the originally glorious qi wall began to spread cracks like spider webs.

"Huh!"

Seeing this scene, the old monk couldn't help but sigh lightly, and there was a look of appreciation in his eyes.

At first, he didn't know why Fang Qingshan made such a simple request, but as Fang Qingshan's attack became stronger and stronger, the old monk realized that Fang Qingshan wanted to use himself as a whetstone.

In this regard, as long as the crisis in Shaolin can be resolved, the old monk naturally has no objections, so he directly released a three-foot qi wall, regardless of Fang Qingshan's attack, and recited Buddhist scriptures by himself.

In his thoughts, although Fang Qingshan was powerful, if he wanted to break through his own defenses, at least there was still a bit of a gap.

But who knows, but with a cup of tea, Fang Qingshan has actually made such progress.

Although after this punch, he also exhausted all his strength and became a fish on the board and was slaughtered by others, but being able to hit such a peak punch, obviously, his purpose of sharpening has been achieved.

The old monk slowly stood up, and the originally fragmented qi wall instantly took on a new look.

Fang Qingshan, who threw the last punch, came back to his senses, but he didn't care about the victory or defeat at all, and after a little recollection, he couldn't help but show a faint smile on his face.

Fighting is indeed the best teacher.

Through the fight with Gonggong Li, especially the old monk, Fang Qingshan's dragon elephant was sharpened like never before.

Although he hadn't cultivated yet, Fang Qingshan knew that even if he hadn't cultivated the Great Shift, the cultivation time of the sixth layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong would be greatly reduced.

Fang Qingshan threw a hundred and ten punches in a row, especially the last punch, which consumed a lot of spirit, and now he relaxed, but he almost fell to the ground.

The old monk waved his hand, but a wave of strength held him up steadily.

"Childe, are you alright?"

Ah Zhu, Ah Bi, Duan Yu saw that Fang Qingshan almost fell to the ground, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly ran over to help him.

"Thank you, Master, for your success!" Fang Qingshan waved his hand and saluted the old monk respectfully.

"That's it, it's also the donor's chance!" the old monk smiled faintly.

"Donor, Shaolin is a pure place for Buddhism, please go back!"

After solving Fang Qingshan, the old monk turned his head to Gonggong Li and said.

Just now, seeing Fang Qingshan's exhaustion, Gonggong Li almost couldn't resist the urge to make a move.

Fang Qingshan was so young, but his cultivation was already so high, and if he was allowed to grow up, Gonggong Li could hardly imagine that there was anything else that could suppress him.

Killing and budding threats is what he wants to do the most.

It's a pity that reality doesn't allow it, the old monk doesn't allow him to be killed in Shaolin, and naturally he won't be allowed to attack and kill Fang Qingshan.

After all, there is the imperial court behind him, and there is also the free faction behind Fang Qingshan.

Although it is somewhat inappropriate to compare a sect with a state, there are various compromises if the state is not a life or death, while a sect pays more attention to the will of the individual.

Once Fang Qingshan was killed in Shaolin, it can be imagined that there was an old monk in Shaolin, and the Shaolin Temple was definitely no better than provoking the imperial court.

"Good!"

Since the matter cannot be violated, Gonggong Li will not be entangled, he bowed to the old monk, and then turned around and left.

At this time, Murong Bo and the others could only watch him disappear into the sky.

"The donor said that there is another martial art to ask for, I don't know what kind of martial arts it is?"

Sending Gonggong Li away, the old monk couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, Fang Qingshan and Gonggong Li were simply two tigers who could not tolerate a mountain, and it was easy to miss the gun.

While relaxing, the old monk couldn't help but be a little curious.

Fang Qingshan is not a person without a background, but there are three peerless masters standing behind him, what martial arts are they that they can't instruct, and they still have to ask for advice from themselves?

"Master, this is not the place to talk, let's change places!"

Fang Qingshan looked around and smiled at the old monk.

"But it's not the old man's, and I ask the donor to follow me to the Scripture Pavilion. ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled.

Then, after bowing to Xuan Ci, the two of them disappeared in front of everyone in an instant with Fang Qingshan.

The protagonists on the field all disappeared, and Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan glanced at each other and hid their own.

Shaolin was originally going to follow the Gusu Murong family to show his majesty, but he didn't want the hero conference to start and it was out of his control.

Fortunately, today's Shaolin's purpose has also been achieved, with the old monk, Shaolin has a strong backer, and the imperial court will not send Shaolin at will.

If Shaolin doesn't pursue it, Murong Fu will naturally have no opinions.

The protagonists of the Hero Conference don't want to be held accountable, although there are some anticlimactic and snake-tailed, and others will inevitably have some regrets, but they have seen Fang Qingshan, Li Gonggong, Duan Yu, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Murong Fu and others make a move, and it is enough to brag for a while.