The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 267
Xuanci clasped his hands together, and the cassock wrapped around Zhao Yu's body was tightened again.

As for Zhao Yu, who was deeply involved, he didn't even bother to look at Xuanci and Sandu, but instead turned his head to look at Erha, who was confronting all the masters.

Looking at the look in the eyes of this shriveled calf, he didn't realize that he was in a dangerous situation at all, but instead had a relaxed demeanor of watching the battle.

puff!

Although the cassock wrapped around Zhao Yu's body was tightened again, after all, that guy's inner strength was not just for fun.

Forcing himself to perform the cassock-subduing demon kung fu, Xuanci, who was sitting cross-legged, vomited blood non-stop.

The eminent monks such as the head of the Bodhidharma Academy on the side saw that the abbot's situation was getting more and more critical, but they couldn't do anything about it.

"Amitabha……"

Seeing that Xuanci was going to be unable to hold on anymore, the little monk who had made the move earlier sighed.

Immediately without waiting for everyone to react, the little monk grabbed his monk's robe and raised his hand towards Zhao Yuhou who was in the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation.

To the surprise of all the eminent monks around, the young monk's monk's robe was the same as the abbot's cassock, and it instantly rose to a distance of one foot.

They even had a vague feeling that this little novice's cassock-subduing magic skills were much more powerful than the abbot's!
The gray monk's robe was wrapped outside the cassock, covering Zhao Yu's body.

"Hey...it's interesting!"

Zhao Yu finally turned his head and looked at the little monk standing beside the abbot not far away with his palms folded.

"Senior Brother Xuannan, from whom did he learn the skill of subduing demons in the cassock?"

The head of the Discipline Academy at the side stared at the little monk who was performing the kungfu of subduing demons, and asked Xuannan at the side in a deep voice.

The most taboo thing in Shaolin Temple is to steal a teacher to learn art.

The appearance of Huogong Tutuo back then made Shaolin Temple keep secret about this kind of stealing masters, and this is also the reason why Master Zhang Lao Taoist Zun Jueyuan passed away.

"I don't know..."

XuanNan stared at the young monk who seemed to have relieved the abbot's siege, and shook his head slightly.

Even among Shaolin's 72 stunts, the cassock's kung fu of subduing demons ranks among the top martial arts.

According to the rules, even they, the heads of each academy, are not qualified to practice this magical skill.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, only senior abbots can practice.

This little monk is just a young novice novice, and the most martial arts he can get in touch with are Wei Tuo Zhang and Arhat Boxing.

How can one practice such magical skills without even the qualifications to enter the Bodhidharma Academy? !
All the eminent monks in Shaolin here are secretly speculating on the origin of this little monk's miraculous skills.

And over there, Zhao Yu looked at the little monk who appeared next to Xuan Ci, and suddenly became interested.

His inner strength has reached the realm of cultivation, in addition to the great success of the Shenzhao Sutra, he also has the strong inner strength that Jiang Yuyandu gave him.

At this time, he is even worse than Zhu Wushi.

And the little monk in front of him also has hundreds of years of internal strength, which is beyond the reach of anyone.

It happened that Zhao Yu could use this little monk to test how much he weighed now...

After thinking about it, Zhao Yu closed his eyes slightly, and the inner breath in his dantian swarmed out instantly, pouring into his whole body, limbs and bones.

The cassock and monk's robes, which had been tightened and tightened, bulged again.

It was also Zhao Yu's intention to test, otherwise the inner strength would rush away fiercely, and the two ragged clothes would not be able to trap him at all.

……

On the other side, Erha fought more and more bravely, his body was shining with golden light, and the aura emanating from his whole body was already comparable to that of Cheng Shifei.

More than a dozen high-ranking masters and major leaders besieged, but they couldn't hold on for a long time.

"My lord, I don't think something is right..."

Murong Fu waited for an opportunity in the periphery of the besieging crowd.

But Feng Laosi, who has always liked everyone the most, frowned at this moment and persuaded: "Why don't we quit Shaolin Temple first, and then worry about it!"

Snapped!
Surprisingly, it was this young master who answered Feng Laosi's slap.

Murong Fu turned around and stared at Fourth Feng without saying a word.

It's just that those red eyes were full of madness.

In Murong Fu's view, this is an excellent opportunity to push many masters to the opposite side of the imperial court.

He lived more than 20 years, and such an opportunity only appeared this time.

He knew in his heart that such a thing would probably never happen again in his life!

He doesn't want to miss...

Feng Laosi who had been slapped in the mouth didn't make another sound, but still loyally guarded Murong Fu's side.

"kill!!"

Erha thrust out a punch, knocking out a master with his sword and others.

When the man landed in mid-air, a mouthful of blood mixed with broken internal organs flew out, and it seemed that he was going to die!

good chance!
But at this time, Murong Fu, who was wandering around in the periphery looking for opportunities, saw a bright light in his eyes.

A sword glow suddenly rose, piercing Erha's armpit at an extremely tricky angle.

At this moment, Erha had just killed a person with one punch, and it was too late to withdraw his punch, and the sword light pierced into his armpit in this gap.

Needless to say, Murong Fu's martial arts is actually quite powerful if he doesn't meet those perverts with hooks!

When practicing kung fu horizontally, there are only a few people who can block the door.

Murong Fu, who has read all the directors of martial arts schools in Langhuanyu Cave and Huanshishui Pavilion all the year round, naturally knows that the underarms are the cover for some top-level kung fu practitioners.

Even if not, the armpit is also the weakest place for horizontal training.

Ding!
"what?!"

Seeing the success of the sword attack, before Murong Fu could be happy, a string of sparks appeared from the armpit of that brazen man.

Murong Fu couldn't believe it all over his face, he looked up, and saw that reckless man was looking at him jokingly.

Are you stupid?

Anyone who knows this big stupid guy knows that this guy looks silly on the surface, but in fact he is not much less clever than Zhao Yu.

The reason why he showed his flaws was to catch the face of this little white guy like Murong Fu.

"Master!!"

Seeing that Murong Fu was restrained, Bao BuTong and Feng Lao Si stepped forward with weapons.

But their skills were a bit shallow after all, and Erha, who was all invincible, didn't bother to parry.

The sword fell to the body, except for the piercing sound of gold and iron, it had no effect at all.

"die!!"

Erha showed a bloody sneer, raised his other hand abruptly, pointed his huge fist at Murong Fu's pretty face, and slammed it down hard.

"Master Duan, please save my cousin..."

Wang Yuyan, who was standing outside the battle circle, immediately turned around and looked pitifully at the handsome young man who was sticking to her beside her.

"Don't worry, Miss Wang!"

The handsome young man was full of confidence, and immediately made a pose, pointing forward.

Everyone was eagerly waiting to appreciate the elegance of the Six Meridians Excalibur, but unexpectedly, the young man's fingertips did not move at all.

"Forehead……"

The young man was embarrassed for a while. Obviously, his magic skill failed again at this important moment!
Erha, who had a killing intent, would not give Murong Fu another chance, and his fists went straight to Qiaolian with the sound of breaking the wind.

Murong Fu was about to die, but at this moment, a masked monk jumped out of the woods outside the tower forest.

This person came from the sky, and when he passed Erha's head, he stretched out his right hand with fingers together, and swayed around Erha twice.

thump!
Erha, who was about to land his fist on Murong Fu's face, suddenly fell to the ground with a somersault.

(End of this chapter)