Martial arts become stronger by eating

"Amitabha!"

Fang Yan's tall and solid body shook slightly, bowed his head and uttered a resounding Buddha's name with the "Lion's Roar", which was clearly heard by everyone, and put his hands together.

"Master's profound inner strength, Shaolin Lion's Roar, really deserves its reputation!"

Lin Pingzhi smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously at all, obviously he wasn't affected in any way.

"Also please forgive me, Shaolin's thousand-year heritage must not be lost! For the sake of my Shaolin's unique knowledge not to be leaked easily, don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless!"

Fang Yan proclaimed the Buddha's name in a low voice, lowered his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice with the appearance of a generous elder.

"Hey, let's fight! I told you earlier, want to take me to Shaolin Temple? Yes, it depends on your skills!"

As he said that, Lin Pingzhi's eagle eyes shone brightly, and his voice rolled like a bell, ringing in the ears of Monk Fang Yan and the others: "But I never show mercy when I strike. If I accidentally hurt or die No wonder I made someone hit me hard!"

"Also ask the benefactor to do me a favor!"

Fang Yan clasped his hands together and bowed in salute.

Lin Pingzhi rubbed his nose, glanced at the dozen or so strong Shaolin disciples behind Fang Yan inadvertently, and said with a light smile, "I don't know if the master intends to go up alone, or with the disciples behind him?"

Slap in the face, Chi Guoguo slap in the face!

Even with Fang Yan's self-cultivation skills, he couldn't help but blushed from anger, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like a diamond with angry eyes.

The inner strength of the whole body was surging, and the monk's robe on his body was blowing without any wind. With the "Lion's Roar" kung fu, he uttered an ear-splitting Buddha's cry: "A-Mi-Tuo-Buddha, the poor monk presumptuously used Shaolin's "Vajna Prajna Palm". Teach me!"

While speaking, he strode forward with big strides, and slowly pushed towards Lin Pingzhi with powerful internal force in both palms.

"Come on then!"

Lin Pingzhi's eyes were fixed, his eyes flashed brightly, and he also took a step forward.

The internal force in the body surged along the meridians, rushing through the meridians of the arms like the Yangtze River, without causing any abnormalities, flipped his palms, and used a style of "stone-throwing hands", and it was ordinary and unremarkable. Palm to top.

boom!

Four palms touched, and there was a muffled bang in an instant.

The energy is overflowing, the wind is strong, and the dust is flying in a frightening manner.

Hey!

Lin Pingzhi didn't move at all, he let out a breath, like a thunderclap!

On the other hand, Monk Fang Yan was not so calm and calm.

I felt a huge and unstoppable force coming from my hand, suddenly two streams of true energy swayed in the veins of the palm, like a torrent of qi from the Yangtze River, along the veins of the arm, rushing straight up like a broken bamboo.

His hands lost their combat strength instantly, and his body flew backwards involuntarily.

"master!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Master!"

Seeing that Fang Yan's move was defeated and he flew upside down, a group of young Shaolin monks behind him exclaimed.

Those who reacted quickly jumped up and joined forces to catch Fang Yan's body that was flying backwards. As a result, muffled groans sounded continuously. Those few Shaolin disciples caught off guard and were caught by the monk Fang Yan. The huge force brought back and flew out.

Bang!

Immediately, several Shaolin big bald heads rolled on the ground into rolling gourds, squeezed together, very embarrassed.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Fang Yan's self-cultivation is really good. After he got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and the zhenqi in his body was surging, and he barely suppressed the foreign zhenqi pouring into his veins, his face was only a little embarrassed, and he recovered quickly. normal.

Walking slowly to Lin Pingzhi, clasping his palms together and pronouncing the Buddha's name, he said sincerely: "Benefactor Lin has high internal strength, Fang Yan is far inferior!"

If the monk Fang Yan still looked like he would not die after he got up, he would kill him.

But now the appearance of Monk Fang Yan made it difficult for Lin Pingzhi to make a move.

Simply flicking his sleeves, he said, "Great Monk, can we make way now?"

Well, Lin Pingzhi's words really made Monk Fang Yan a little embarrassed. If you don't let it go, you don't have enough strength to do it. If you let it go, you feel very unwilling.

After all, if the "King Kong Immortal Art" is really leaked out, then their Shaolin inheritance is very likely to be destroyed.

Monk Fang Yan couldn't tolerate being indifferent.

"Amitabha, Lord Lin's internal energy is so strong, it's admirable!"

Venerable Fang Yan was also a bachelor, and knew that he would not be able to defeat Lin Pingzhi. Facing Lin Pingzhi's sarcasm, he put his hands together and faced it calmly. strife."

"Great monk, don't go too far!"

He didn't kill him because he was afraid of Shaolin, if the great monk continued to find faults in such an unreasonable way, he would really directly overturn the table.

"Shaolin disciples bring the Arhat formation to ask Master Lin for advice!"

Before Monk Fang Yan could speak, those Shaolin disciples behind him couldn't take it any longer, they roared in unison, and at the same time they were flying with energy, a dozen long sticks swept towards them with howling wind!

"court death!"

Lin Pingzhi was furious immediately.

Do you really think he dare not kill?

Seeing the shadows of sticks approaching with howls and fierce blows, Lin Pingzhi didn't bother to scold these Shaolin bald donkeys for being despicable and shameless. Qi Qi resorted.

Immediately, the air wave roiled, directly parrying most of the long sticks that came.

"Bring it to you!"

His figure was like lightning, flickering and appearing, and he rushed over a distance of two or three feet in an instant.

With his right hand turning into a palm and claw, he grabbed a long stick easily, followed by a palm with his left hand, and directly sent the Shaolin disciple flying.

Click!

With a sudden force in his right hand, the long stick was broken from the middle, and he threw it aside casually.

The Wu Leu Zhen Jue was used in an instant, and his body size instantly swelled, and his bulging muscles stretched his loose clothes into tights.

Facing the shadow of the stick flying in front of him, the sound of howling and bursting air can be heard endlessly.

The long sticks were danced like a windmill, and a group of Shaolin disciples kept changing in the formation of Arhat sticks, always aiming at the vital points of Lin Pingzhi's hundred acupuncture points.

"Humph!"

Lin Pingzhi's body looks very charming, even in the scorching sun, it is still difficult to see his movements clearly.

It's just the simplest punches, elbows, kicks, and kicks, and they beat a group of Shaolin elite disciples to the point of crying, and from time to time, one or two of them would fly backwards.

But the Arhat Formation is also worthy of being a Shaolin housekeeper formation, and it does have its extraordinary features.

Even though there were only [-] Shaolin disciples who followed Fang Yan, none of them reached the first-rate level in the Jianghu, and all of them were second-rate in the Jianghu.

Ordinarily, with such a level, even Lin Ping's punch would not be able to withstand it, but things are so weird.

But even though Lin Pingzhi knocked them down again and again and flew upside down, the others got on top and slowed down for a breath or two, and they became a lively hero again!

After fighting for only three or two rounds, Lin Pingzhi already noticed something was wrong.

These Shaolin disciples who formed an formation seemed to have some special means to disperse the pressure borne by a single person, so that they, who were mere second-rate experts in the world, could actually withstand the blows of the first-rate experts in the world!

"Hmph, that's how it is!"

After gaining insight into the secret of the Luohan stick array, Lin Pingzhi instantly had a countermeasure.

The right hand slammed out with a fist, roaring and exploding, directly facing the head of the attacking long stick, and with a backhand grip, suddenly pulled the Shaolin disciple holding the stick towards him, and punched with a charged fist with his left hand !

Hitting the disciple's dantian qi sea heavily, gusts of strong zhen qi raged away along the tendons like a wild beast breaking free from a cage.

"Ho, ho~"

The Shaolin disciple in the formation fell to the ground in pain, his mouth opened wide, and saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously no longer have the ability to fight!