Martial arts become stronger by eating

As soon as Lin Pingzhi took a step, the monks surrounded him in all directions waved countless shadows of sticks.

But after hearing a burst of shouting, the stick monk in the front row flew up, his body soared into the air, his whole body stretched out, his hands clenched his long stick, and he stared at Lin Pingzhi. From all directions, Qi Qi slammed down on Lin Pingzhi.

Filled with true energy, Lin Pingzhi put on an indomitable posture, resisting this round of blows with sticks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless copper sticks struck Lin Pingzhi's body heavily, making the sound of copper and iron colliding.

At the same time, the stick monks in the second row lay down one after another, curled up and rolled towards Lin Pingzhi, the long sticks in their hands were not idle either, and attacked Lin Ping from all directions in a sweeping gesture. The following order.

The row of stick monks behind them also rushed forward.

With a big leap, his body was in a lunge position in the air, and with a long stick in his hand, he aimed at Lin Pingzhi's chest from all directions, and poked straight at him!

For a moment, it seemed as if the sky was filled with shadows of sticks, completely covering Lin Pingzhi.

Feng Qingyang and the others were only slightly affected, as if they were in the eye of a tornado, but they were safe.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Countless copper sticks fell heavily on Lin Pingzhi's body, and the tremendous force contained in the sticks made Lin Pingzhi retreat one after another.

But Lin Pingzhi always had a faint smile on his lips, and he even had time to speak.

"I thought there was any difference between the one hundred and eight arhat formation and the small arhat formation. It turns out that there are more people and stronger power. If you only have such a little ability, then you all will die! "

As soon as these words came out, the expressions on the faces of all the stick monks around them were not very good-looking.

Although the stick in his hand kept hitting Lin Pingzhi continuously, it didn't seem to affect him at all.

You know, what they are holding in their hands is a solid copper rod made of bronze!

But hitting Lin Pingzhi one after another didn't produce any effect. On the contrary, many people were knocked back by the force of the copper rod, and the tiger's mouth was broken.

Shaolin host Fangzheng noticed this, and the expression on his face was a bit ugly.

He shouted loudly: "Junior Brothers, join me in the formation, and kill this evil spirit!"

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Connect the dots with both hands, and flick the ten fingers, like a polo flower blooming.

It is the 'Duoluo Yezhi' in the 72 stunts!

A few invisible fingers broke through the air, causing ripples in the air, passed through the body gaps of the stick monks, and aimed precisely at Lin Pingzhi.

"So the abbot of Shaolin only uses this kind of sneak attack?"

Lin Pingzhi turned around, swept his legs, and kicked out one after another in the air, bouncing away all the stick shadows around him, and dodged Fangzheng's Duo Luoye finger along the way.

Even if the long stick in his hand was bounced away, the surrounding stick monks did not stop their movements, and a new wave of stick monks came up again.

Seeing this scene, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

These Shaolin monks are like psoriasis, they can't be shaken off, they are smelly and hard, and they have the force of the formation, unless he directly kills the stick monks, otherwise they will be like a Harassment buzzing around like flies.

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi didn't move, the stick monk standing behind him made a move.

Like a wave, from left to right, the innermost stick monks threw out their sticks one after another, lashing towards Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi's ears moved slightly, and he was aware of it.

Without turning around, he looked at the right moment, reached out with both hands, grabbed the two long sticks that were being hit from the side, and pulled them hard. Unexpectedly, the two stick monks were led by Lin Pingzhi's sticks. , pulled over.

"Lin Pingzhi, how dare you!"

"Let go of my nephew!"

Seeing this, Fangzheng and those great monks could no longer be patient enough to look for opportunities, and shot one after another, the shadows of palms and sticks covering the sky mixed together, trying to completely drown Lin Pingzhi!

Not to be missed!

Faced with such a good opportunity, Lin Pingzhi would naturally not miss it.

He didn't care about the words of those great monks at all, and there was no way to save the two stick monks!

Looking at the two stick monks who looked horrified in front of him, Lin Pingzhi grabbed and pinched with both hands.

"Boom! Boom!"

With two crisp sounds, the two huge heads in his hands were pinched out of shape, and the two corpses were limp in his hands, and Lin Pingzhi threw them out casually.

All the stick monks around, and Fangzheng's big bald heads were furious!

The shadows of the sticks were dense, and the shadows of the palms were heavy. The copper sticks and palms fell one after another, but they made a crisp sound as if they were hitting on steel.

Lin Pingzhi quickly copied and grabbed the copper sticks of the two stick monks.

With a sudden squeeze of both hands, the veins in the left and right hands popped out at the same time, and the stick swept across, pumping out the air, and the long sticks dropped by the nearest row of stick monks were blown upside down.

But Lin Pingzhi couldn't avoid eating the two Great Compassionate Thousand Leaf Palms from the first seat of the Prajna Hall and the first seat of the Arhat Hall, and the blood in his chest surged for a while.

Moreover, before Lin Pingzhi recovered.

Another palm passed through the gap between everyone's bodies and landed directly on Lin Pingzhi's heart.

From that palm, Lin Pingzhi could feel a steady stream of internal force penetrating his skin and pouring straight into his heart. The force was like waves, all pouring into his heart wave by wave, and finally converging into one wave, bursting out !

"what!!"

Somewhat in pain, Lin Pingzhi swung the long stick in his hand violently, forcing everyone around him to retreat.

Rao, after successive upgrades, Lin Pingzhi's internal organs have been improved many times.

But he couldn't help the blood welling up on his face, and his throat was a little sweet, but he swallowed it back forcibly, stepped back five or six steps in a row, went deep into the bricks and stones, and barely stopped.

Panting heavily, he couldn't help rubbing his right hand back and forth on his chest.

Fang Zheng's strength is indeed frighteningly strong!

That palm just now was when he was at the point when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not yet generated, so he had no time to react. What's more, from that palm, Lin Pingzhi felt a majestic inner strength far surpassing Zuo Lengchan's.

Obviously, at the level of internal strength, Fang Zheng has already reached the level of [Acquired Ultimate].

Zuo Lengchan was actually even worse, but relying on the cold power of the cold ice true energy, he was able to compete with [Acquired Extreme] masters to a certain extent.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Pingzhi's body became more and more powerful.

The characteristics [gathering Qi to strengthen the body] and [Hun Yuan Wu Leak] are rapidly exerting their effects, and he can completely clear the true qi pouring into his body with just a short breath.

But obviously, Fangzheng also knew about Lin Pingzhi's situation.

It is impossible for him to give Lin Pingzhi such an opportunity and time!

In the big formation of Arhats, he shouted: "All disciples obey the order, the thief is injured, don't give him a chance to breathe! Let's go together and kill the evil spirits!"

At such a precarious moment, the corners of Lin Pingzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

"Do you think this will kill me?"