The van that crosses

Chapter 93 The Golden Wheel Dharma King
Falun Dafa King Jinlun didn't say a word, he reached out and tapped Darba's arm a few times, and then tugged.

Click!After a few beeps, Darba's dislocated arm recovered.

"Don't do anything in the past few days, so you can cultivate well." King Jinlun said.

"Yes, Master, thank you Master for helping him." Dalba thanked him respectfully.

King Jinlun took a step forward with the golden wheel in his hand, looked at Zhou He, and was about to speak, but Zhou He spoke first.

"I said, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, whoever calls me a monk, I beat someone." Zhou He looked around for a week and glanced at the so-called 'martial arts heroes'.

To be honest, in this hero meeting, only a few Guo Jing can get their hands on them, and the rest are all for soy sauce, eating and drinking.

When those people saw Zhou He's eyes swept over, they didn't dare to look at him at all, and all bowed their heads.

Needless to say, these people are definitely not saying that Zhou He is a monk.

"Ahem, at such a young age, with such a strong vigor cultivation, I dare to ask, who is your teacher? Where is your teacher?" King Jinlun coughed twice and said lightly.

"How many times do you want me to report my family name? I said it before. My name is Zhou He, Zhou He, Zhou He. Do you pretend you don't know or you really didn't hear it?"

"As for where the teacher is, I'm sorry, I don't have a master, but I occasionally got a secret when I was young: Hard Qigong." Zhou He said.

Hearing Zhou He's words, the corner of Falun Gong's mouth twitched, his face instantly gloomy, and the golden wheel in his hand tightened.

"It's a good hard qigong, then let me experience it."

If there is a disagreement, the fight will start, and King Jinlun will not be accustomed to Zhouhe.

With a sudden step under his feet, he flew over, waving the golden wheel in his hand and smashing it towards Zhou He.

"Bullying me without a weapon?" Zhou He watched the weapon smash over, tapped his feet, flew backwards, and avoided the attack, he wasn't stupid enough to take it hard.

This Golden Wheel Dharma King has now practiced the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong to the ninth level, and with a single blow, he has a thousand jins of power.

In addition to the blessings of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he also held an iron pestle with five golden wheels in his hand.

Zhou He might not lose in terms of strength if he went for a hard pick, but Zhou He's fist would definitely be destroyed.

Although his physical strength has been greatly strengthened, there is no such thing as the iron pestle of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

"Which hero will take the weapon and use it!" Zhou He shouted to the side while dodging.

"Here, I'll lend you my weapon."

Suddenly, a call came, and immediately, an iron rake made of fine iron was thrown over.

"Thank you!" Zhou He grabbed the iron rake.

Before Zhou He could look at who borrowed the weapon, the iron pestle in the hand of King Jinlun had already smashed.

"Bang!" A loud noise.

The iron rake and the iron pestle collided, and a violent force erupted from the center of the collision, sweeping the surroundings.

The two also stepped back four or five steps due to their enormous strength, and each step cracked a green brick.

"Hard Qigong is really amazing." King Jinlun said expressionlessly.

Zhou He's face was extremely serious: "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong is indeed well-deserved."

"Here!" King Jinlun charged towards Zhou He again.

Zhou He didn't say a word, his feet kicked fiercely, and his body was also rushing towards Jinlun Falun Gong.

Before the two approached, Zhou He grabbed the iron rake in his hand and waved it away.

"Oh!"

"Boom bang bang..."

A series of collision sounds sounded, and the two people in the field fought back and forth.

The weapons of the two of them still smashed to the ground from time to time, and a large number of blue bricks were smashed, or a big hole was made.

This kind of harmony and destructive power shows how powerful the two are.

Except for Guo Jing and other limited people, I'm afraid they won't be able to take a single move.

"Good and strong."

"Who is this person? Why have I never heard of it, but there is such a momentum in the battle."

"That Dharma King Jinlun is also the national teacher of Mongolia. This is right and wrong. Where did this Zhouhe come from?"

"It's terrifying. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to take a single move."

The heroes who were playing soy sauce around saw the battle between the two, and they were really shocked.

"What a great momentum."

"What a powerful force!"

Guo Jing and the others looked at the two of them with solemn expressions.

"However, this week seems to be." Huang Rong seemed to see something.

After a few more moves, Falun Gong Jinlun slammed Zhou He back.

"It turns out that it's just a little hairy head with some vigor. I don't know how to move and move. I will take your life in three breaths."

I saw Falun Dafa King Jinlun sneered and swung the iron pestle in his hand. Immediately, the five golden wheels of different colors turned into afterimages and came towards Zhou He.

"Huh?" Zhou He secretly said that it was not good, and immediately stopped the iron rake in front of him.

"Dangdangdangdang!" Five times in a row, the golden wheels smashed onto the iron rake, causing the iron rake to vibrate.

The huge force made Zhou He take a half step back, and even the iron rake in his hand almost let go.

"Die!" I don't know when, the Golden Wheel Dharma King actually appeared in front of Zhou He.

The iron pestle in his hand passed through the larger gap of the iron rake and pointed straight at Zhouhe's heart.

If he is hit this time, Rao is Zhou He has a hard qigong body to protect his body, and he is afraid that his heart will not be able to withstand such a powerful attack.

If you follow the previous week, you will definitely not be able to escape this trick.

However, the danger perception from Alice was activated.

Zhou He only felt a shudder in his heart, and a sense of crisis hit, Zhou He subconsciously yanked the iron rake to the outside.Then, I saw the iron rake restrained the iron pestle.

However, Falun Dafa King Jinlun seemed to have already anticipated that, he let go of the iron pestle and ignored it, turned his body, turned his right palm into a fist, and punched Zhouhe's temple with one punch.

Iron pestle is the first killing move, then this punch is the second killing move.

The temple is the key point of a person. If this punch is hit, with the power of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, there is no doubt that Zhou He will die.

Zhou He didn't have time to think, his right hand immediately released the iron rake in his hand, and his right hand quickly blocked in front of the temple.

"Oh!"

A muffled sound.

Then, Zhou He groaned and his body flew to the side.

"Boom!" Zhou He directly smashed a stone pillar lamp not far away.

"Tadata!" After the crash, Zhou Hezai staggered back three steps in a row, and then stabilized his figure.

Zhou He only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and his eyes were shining. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Hmph, the reaction is so fast, but it's hard to escape death."

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him is an eternal truth.

King Jinlun flew past, and at some point in his hand he grabbed the iron pestle and went straight towards Zhou He.

(End of this chapter)