One person's royal painting

Chapter 66 Wu Nuo and the Monk

Xia Liuqing who was in the front yard was also panting at this moment, his current condition might be worse than Barron's!
No way, he needs to stop most of the monks here.

But one thing is not bad, that is, he and monk Xie Yun have been fighting until now.

Who asked Monk Xieyun to order him to solve this matter himself!
boom!
After the collision again, he could feel that Monk Jieyun's aura was obviously unstable.

Because he was too worried about the Sutra Pavilion, he accidentally got whipped twice during the fight with Xia Liuqing just now.

With Xia Liuqing's two whips, the qi energy in his body was almost pumped backwards.

Snapped!
This is when the big hand was directly on the shoulder of Monk Xie Yun. Monk Xie Yun turned around and stared at the person who slapped his shoulder with red eyes. Didn't he say that he should not interfere!
When he saw that it was Monk Baowen who patted him on the shoulder, he swallowed the words again.

"Uncle! You are angry again! Too much anger is not good..."

Monk Baowen said it easily, but he didn't let up his strength in his hands. He was worried that his uncle would charge forward and get whipped again.

They also noticed the golden light emanating from the Sutra Pavilion, so Baowen didn't plan to spend it here any longer.

"Master told me to solve this disaster as soon as possible!"

Baowen said in a serious tone: "So, uncle, your current state is not suitable for fighting anymore! Host, thank you for your trouble!"

After finishing speaking, Monk Baowen "supported" Monk Xie Yun to the abbot of Xingjiao Temple, and handed Monk Xie Yun into the hands of the abbot of Xingjiao Temple.

Originally, Monk Jieyun planned to struggle a bit, but he was indeed inferior to Baowen in terms of strength!
Although the whole person appeared to be supported by Monk Baowen, in fact, Monk Baowen carried him to the abbot of Xingjiao Temple.

After hearing that Monk Baowen moved Master Jiekong out, Monk Xieyun didn't say a word, he knew that in the whole Shaolin, whoever respects Master Jiekong the most must be this Baowen in front of him.

Monk Baowen's attitude towards Master Jiekong is like a son meeting Laozi!

Master Xie Kong said that he would never go west. Of course, Monk Baowen would not allow anyone to say anything about Master Xie Kong.

Xie Yun clearly remembered that in the Shaolin Temple, Monk Bao Jing's greedy and aggressive progress in the process of cultivation strengthened the power of "self", leading to the failure of all previous efforts and falling into the evil way of greedy Zen, and suffered from "red eye disease" and then went berserk!

If his dying brother hadn't stopped Baowen at that time, Monk Baowen would have killed Baojing regardless of everything!
At that time, Monk Xie Yun once thought that Shaolin Temple would give birth to two demon monks!
Monk Baowen strode up to Xia Liuqing who was panting there, and said word by word: "Xia Liuqing, how about giving up resistance? Shaolin will take care of you for the rest of your life..."

Xia Liuqing was taken aback for a moment, what was this monk like an iron tower talking about?
Shaolin will take care of him for the rest of his life, his feelings are going to imprison him to death!
"Hahaha, this is the funniest thing this general has ever heard. You deserve to take care of this general for the rest of his life!"

Xia Liuqing laughed twice, with a grim expression on his face, he clenched the bamboo-jointed steel whip with both hands and swung it abruptly, the steel whip was enveloped by that repulsive force again.

boom! ! !
With a gloomy face, Baowen pressed his slightly rough palm directly on Xia Liuqing's steel whip.

Of course, Baowen's palm did not touch the steel whip, and there seemed to be some kind of force between the pitch-black steel whip and Baowen's palm that blocked the collision between the two.

But this move is enough to tell the difference.

The repulsion brought by Xia Liuqing's godhead mask did not shake the monk Baowen in front of him.

Although Xia Liuqing's body was exhausted and he couldn't maintain his godhead, but as far as Monk Baowen's skill was concerned, he couldn't practice it in twenty years!
"Since Xia Liuqing, you don't accept the poor monk's proposal, then don't blame the poor monk for being serious!"

After finishing speaking, Monk Baowen pushed his palm forward, Xia Liuqing's figure immediately retreated, and two ravines were plowed under his feet.

However, after Xia Liuqing stabilized her figure, she shot towards Baowen again, turned around quickly in the air, and with the help of inertia, smashed towards Baowen's head with a whip.

boom! ! !
Monk Baowen's palm was clenched tightly with five fingers, and the golden qi flame wrapped around his fist in an instant, colliding with the steel whip made of yin evil, the golden light and black qi mixed together, stirring up a wave in the courtyard. A powerful shock wave caused all the monks around to retreat a few steps.

"So strong! Is it the strength of Brother Baowen..."

A kind of monk began to whisper, he used to hear people say how powerful the generation of "bao" in Shaolin Temple is, and today he saw it.

Even if Xie Yun is the host... Well, monk Xie Yun can't be called the host, probably he can't do this.

In the center of the battlefield, Monk Baowen looked at Xia Liuqing with a stern face. He hadn't expected that the old man could burst out with such a strong qi in a state of exhaustion.

Snapped!
There was another crisp sound, and Xia Liuqing's figure fell from the air, with Yin evil energy floating all over her body.

The steel whip that was originally aimed at Monk Baowen slipped from Xia Liuqing's right hand to his left at this moment, and he lifted it up suddenly, and the tip of the whip moved towards Baowen's chest.

Upon seeing this, Monk Baowen withdrew his fist, crossed his arms to form an "X" in front of his chest, and abruptly caught the whip with the golden bell cover.

Seeing that the whip missed, Xia Liuqing originally planned to distance himself from Monk Baowen, but his body suddenly seemed to be imprisoned by a tyrannical force.

"This is……"

Xia Liuqing looked at Baowen's slightly clasped right hand and instantly understood what kind of move it was.

Nianhua finger!
Whoosh!
Xia Liuqing's figure was directly attracted by Baowen!
Seeing Xia Liuqing who was sucked over by him, Monk Baowen immediately put his horse on his feet, stretched his back, clenched his left fist tightly, and the rich qi energy continuously gathered towards his left hand.

Before Xia Liuqing was about to rush in front of him, Monk Baowen glared and punched out!
Bright Fist!
The fist that was swung at high speed poured it down towards Xia Liuqing who was flying towards him with the sound of piercing through the air.

"Damn...for this general..."

Monk Baowen's punch still carried a shock wave, and the piercing punch came to Xia Liuqing in the blink of an eye, but Xia Liuqing had experienced a lot of wind and waves anyway, and the steel whip in his hand swung with a repulsive force. He shot out, drawing a black glow in the air, and now shattered the shock wave carried by the Bright Fist.

"break!"

The moment the shock wave was split, Monk Baowen's extremely domineering punch had already reached Xia Liuqing's body. Xia Liuqing shouted loudly, hit all the strength on the whip tip, and stabbed towards Guangming Fist!
boom!
The sound of the explosion immediately shook the entire courtyard, and the intense smoke also enveloped Xia Liuqing and Monk Baowen in it.

Just when the monks were still guessing who would win, suddenly a sound like a firecracker came from the distant sky!
(End of this chapter)