My martial arts master is too crazy, 3000 million black fans

Chapter 275 Live broadcast hits Shaolin Temple

Wow, challenge the Shaolin Temple?
Kind of!

Li Xiang showed an expression of surprise.

This is bullshit.

There are many martial arts novels, movies and TV series. If you are a master and you want to prove yourself or want to become famous, then challenge the Shaolin Temple.

The Eighteen Bronze Figures of Shaolin Temple, Luohan Hall, 72 Special Skills, and Yi Jin Jing are all treasured by netizens.

"The gangsters challenge the Shaolin Temple."

"The best master in the world vs. Shaolin, the best sect in the world!"

"The great master Jiang Yang appeared in the Shaolin Temple and played live in the gym."

The news spread across the Internet like a gust of wind, and within 10 minutes of the live broadcast, nearly 3000 million netizens flooded in.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yang and his party arrived at the main temple of Shaolin Temple. The number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded 8000 million.

This growth rate will soon exceed [-] million.

There are many temple buildings on the top of the mountain where the Shaolin Temple is located, and the main building is on the top of the mountain.

Jiang Yang and a large group of people behind him walked into the temple gate. When they got inside, they saw a group of monks, numbering between 40 and [-] people. The leader was an old monk.

Seeing a group of people coming in, the old monk clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, Donor Jiang is coming to welcome you from afar."

"Who is the master?" Jiang Yang asked.

"Huineng, the host of Bodhidharma Monastery." The old monk introduced himself.

"You are not the abbot?" Gao Meng said, "I asked you abbots to come out. The greatest master in the world comes to visit. Why do you abbots put on any airs?"

Isn't it arrogant to speak like this to the host of Bodhidharma Academy in Shaolin Temple?

Netizens in the live broadcast room did not think that Gao Meng had restrained himself a lot after seeing the boss being arrogant against the young man in East Whale.

"The abbot is not in the temple, please forgive me for the donors." Monk Huineng explained.

It's not a lie. The abbot of Shaolin Temple is not in the temple and leads a group to perform abroad.

Monk Huineng then asked: "Donor Jiang came to visit this temple, and the poor monk received the benefactor on behalf of the abbot..."

"No, I'm not here to visit." Jiang Yang interrupted the old monk's speech and said straight to the point, "Your Shaolin Temple is very arrogant, and the world's largest sect is very impressive. I don't give you any face, so I personally Come on, I’m here to see how capable you, the so-called largest sect in the world, are, and you don’t have to give me face.”

These words have a strong smell of gunpowder.

Netizens in the live broadcast room showed surprised expressions as a large group of tourists came in behind them.

The Jiangyang thief is really here to kick the ball, and he is not polite at all.

He said that the Shaolin Temple didn't give him face, and also said that he wanted to see how capable the Shaolin Temple was. This kind of tone... Of course, it didn't matter who it was, the number one master in the world really had the qualifications to talk like this.

"There is a story!"

"There is a conflict between the boss and the Shaolin Temple."

"What does the boss mean when he says that Shaolin Temple won't give him face?"

"The Jiangyang Thief is at odds with the Shaolin Temple."

Netizens heard that there was a conflict between Jiangyang Thief and the Shaolin Temple. For some unknown reason, Shaolin refused to give Jiangyang Thief face, and the people who provoked him came to the door in person.

"Donor Jiang, is there any misunderstanding here? This temple does not despise the benefactor. There must be a misunderstanding. Please forgive me." Monk Huineng explained.

Pretending to be confused.

"There is no misunderstanding. Your temple's letter back to us made it very clear. Master does not need to explain." Jiang Yang said directly without any nonsense, "I have long heard that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin. Shaolin Temple is a holy land of martial arts, and I have been famous for a long time. , I have always wanted to come and learn some lessons, and I also want to see how much martial arts from Shaolin Temple have been inherited by the monks in your temple?"

After a pause, Jiang Yang added, "I have met too many in East Whale. The mainstream factions of Neon Karate claim to be the strongest martial arts on the planet, and their sumo, judo, kendo are said to be world-class, etc... …There are all kinds of boasts, bells and whistles, and commercial packaging, but when you actually fight, you will find that they are not worthy of their names.

I think the commercialization of your temple is also very successful. There is no problem with commercialization. This is also a trend. I just don’t know how many of Shaolin’s 72 unique skills have been passed down in this commercial era. I am very curious.

I believe netizens across the country are also very curious. "

The old monk was extremely well-educated and had no unhappy expression on his face, but the young monk behind him was not so well-educated. A tall monk in his early twenties stepped forward and said with an unhappy expression: "Donor Jiang, Shaolin This is an important place for Buddhism, not a place for competitions and challenges, so please go back quickly."

Jiang Yang turned around and made eye contact with the group members behind him.

The next second, the members all laughed.

"Haha, boss, we just said on the way here that if these monks refuse to fight and use the quiet place of Buddhism as an excuse to reject us and dare not fight us, we really can't force them, so I hope there will be one The prickly head jumps out, and if you are not convinced, it won’t come out.”

"Haha!" Jiang Yang smiled, "If there are no thorns jumping out, then the Shaolin Temple is really a fool. If someone jumps out unconvinced, it at least proves that there are still people who can fight, which is good."

Bai Xiaoni took a step forward, "Master, we don't need to tell them so much. We'll see the real tricks under our hands." Bai Xiaoni stared at the old monk, "Hey, old monk, call out the masters in your temple, otherwise you guys will just The monk is not our opponent, but he has lost the face of your Shaolin Temple, which is not good."

"You..." The young monk wanted to speak but was interrupted by the old monk, "Amitabha, Shaolin Temple is a quiet place for Buddhism. Please come back to the few donors."

"Old monk, don't make excuses. Are you afraid or are you afraid?" Bai Xiaoni said in a contemptuous tone, "We are not bullying you, and we are not unreasonable. In this way, old monk, please just say, our Shaolin Temple If martial arts is not good, then we won’t say anything and just turn around and leave.”

The old monk Huineng declared again that he had some self-cultivation, but it was absolutely impossible for the old monk to say that Shaolin Temple's martial arts were not good.

"It is said that the Luohan Hall in your temple is a place for studying martial arts. Master, please lead the way." Jiang Yang made a request.

After Monk Huineng hesitated for a moment, he knew it was inevitable and once again announced the slogan, "Donor, please follow this poor monk."

"Master please!"

The old monk led the way.

A large group of tourists also wanted to come in, but they were blocked by several monks, "Amitabha, all benefactors, the internal places in this city are not open to the public, and all benefactors are welcome to stay."

Don't let in.

If you can't get in, you can watch the live broadcast. Many tourists took out their mobile phones and clicked into Jiang Yang Dao's live broadcast room. They can also watch it through the live broadcast screen.

Jiang Yang and his entourage followed the old monk to go inside, passed through several temple buildings, and arrived at a main hall, where they wrote "Luohan Hall" in three big characters.

At this time, dozens of monks gathered in the hall, all eyes focused on Jiang Yangdao, showing curiosity.

These monks have also heard of the title of the best master in the world.

Jiang Yang glanced around and saw no master among the group of monks. There were a few who had some real skills, but they were not worth his effort.

"Xiao Ni, Wei Wei, you two try the kung fu of these little monks." Jiang Yang spoke.

Leave it to two apprentices.

"Yes, Master!" Bai Xiaoni and Xia Weiwei took a few steps forward at the same time, clasping their hands in fists: "Jiangyang disciple Bai Xiaoni (Xia Weiwei), please enlighten me!"

"Two girls..." a monk in the crowd muttered.

Bai Xiaoni's eyes were searching for the past, focusing on a fat young monk, "You, come out!"

Bai Xiaoni pointed her finger at the monk, and then Bai Xiaoni continued to point her finger at the unconvinced tall monk standing outside.

Looking back, Bai Xiaoni said to Xia Weiwei beside her: "Sister Weiwei, leave these two young monks to me."

Xia Weiwei nodded and took a few steps back to make room.

Bai Xiaoni's eyes fell on the two monks who came out, "You come together, otherwise you will not be my opponent."

"Isn't the female donor too arrogant?" The tall monk stepped forward. If not for the host, the monk would have been angry.

Even a Bodhisattva would get angry if someone came to provoke him. What's more, a few young monks are not Bodhisattvas and do not have this kind of cultivation.

"Stop talking nonsense, take the call!"

Bai Xiaoni stepped forward and punched, using the killer move of Bajiquan to hit the heart and elbow.

Bai Xiaoni prefers Bajiquan to Xinyiquan, a traditional martial art of the Bai family. This is in line with her personality, which is straightforward and fierce. In a certain way, Xiaoni is even more fierce than her master.

Even Jiang Yang was surprised when he met his master for the first time and took action without saying a word.

No, the tall monk was also surprised. He didn't expect a girl to be so fierce.

There was no time to dodge, so he put his hands in front of his chest to block.

"Kick! Kick! Kick!"

The tall monk was beaten so hard that he staggered back several steps and almost fell down.

He can still stand, at least he's not a straw bag.

"I told you that you are no match for me, let's go together." Bai Xiaoni said and rushed towards another monk who had just walked out of the crowd.

The little monk hasn't reacted yet.

In other words, he had little actual combat experience and had already been kicked over when he reacted.

"Young lady is so fierce!"

"Brilliant!"

"Call for Sister Xiaoni."

"Sister Xiaoni, you are the goddess in my heart."

"The monks in the Shaolin Temple are just like this. They can't even catch a move from the young lady."

The live broadcast room swipes the screen.

At the scene, the monks from Luohan Hall showed surprised expressions.

Before it was over, Bai Xiaoni turned around and rushed towards the tall monk from before.

The tall monk had already experienced Bai Xiaoni's power. He didn't dare to be careless at this moment and used Shaolin Kungfu.

After only two attacks, he fell into a passive position.

After several moves, the tall monk received a punch on the bridge of his nose and was defeated while covering his nose.

"Okay!" Gao Meng cheered loudly and clapped vigorously.

"Bah bang bang!" Li Lei clapped and did not forget to ridicule, "Isn't this the Shaolin Temple warrior monk?"

"Isn't it good? We were all fooled by the film and television dramas. What kind of martial arts in the world came from Shaolin. We thought it was awesome, but it turned out like this?" Gao Meng scorned.

The two veteran actors in the atmosphere group began to create an atmosphere.

"I come."

Here comes a muscular monk who steps out.

"Xiao Ni, leave this to me." Xia Weiwei spoke.

After saying that, he stepped forward, but also under the influence of Xiao Ni, she rushed forward and took action without saying a word.

He used his best Baguazhang.

In the past few months, under the guidance of her master, Xia Weiwei's Baguazhang has broken through the bottleneck that it had been suffering for many years. Her cultivation level has reached a higher level, and her strength has also increased a lot.

Muscular Monk is not weak either and has solid kung fu.

The two fought for dozens of rounds in the blink of an eye.

"Tied up"

"Palm to elbow."

After a few quick moves, the two separated.

"Concession!" Xia Weiwei clasped her hands together.

I saw an extra palm print on the chest of the muscular monk.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor's set of Baguazhang is extremely exquisite. The poor monk is convinced that he is not good at learning." The muscular monk put his hands together, and he simply lost if he failed.

"Bah bang bang!" Bai Xiaoni clapped loudly and shouted: "Sister Weiwei is great!"

"awesome!"

“Wonderful!”

"Good fight!"

The fight between the two just now was indeed quite exciting, and Jiang Yang had approval in his eyes.

Weiwei puts a lot of energy into managing the club, and it's not easy to keep improving her martial arts.

The atmosphere in the hall changed, and three monks in a row were defeated.

Especially the muscular monk, whose skill is among the best among the young monks.

Are two girls so powerful?

Or rather their master... A monk was looking at Jiang Yang.

Is he really the best master in the world?

The monks in Shaolin Temple are not ignorant of the outside world. Some monks even broadcast live broadcasts. Of course they know Jiang Yang's deeds and are recognized by the entire Internet as the best in the world.

It's just that as a warrior monk in the Shaolin Temple, I naturally have a sense of pride and I don't want to admit it.

If you don’t admit it, then use facts and strength to make you admit it.

"Who else?"

"Who will get beaten next?"

"Who else?"

"I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish."

"I'm going to hit 10."

The barrage flooded the screen. Netizens were already familiar with the routine and started shouting.

Sure enough, Bai Xiaoni yelled next: "Who else?"

"Haha!" A netizen in front of the computer laughed. He didn't know why he felt funny when he saw this scene.

Netizens thought it was funny, but the monks at Luohan Hall didn't think it was funny.

His expression became serious.

Shaolin Temple is known as the largest sect in the world, but it did not expect to encounter difficulties today. Could it be that the reputation of hundreds of years is about to encounter setbacks today?

Just when all the monks were looking at each other, "Amitabha!" a Buddha's call sounded, and a group of thirty or forty monks came in from a side hall. The two leading monks were twins, with rosy faces and a handsome appearance. If you are 30 years old, you will never know that these two monks are already 50 years old.

The master is here.

Jiang Yang's eyes fell on the twin monks, with excitement in his eyes.

Yes, excitement.

Finally a master came out, and he was a top master.

So far, Jiang Yang has only seen two masters. One is Kamiya Musashi, and the second is the master of Jade Dragon Temple. Now he has met two more masters.

The auras of the two monks were much stronger than those of Kamiya Musashi and the master of Yulong Temple.

His cultivation level has reached the master level.

Jiang Yang remembered that Yang Hu had talked about several masters in the martial arts world of the Tang Dynasty. One was the Sword Immortal of Zhongnan Mountain, and the two masters of Shaolin Temple were Jue Yuan and Jue Xing.

It must be these two.

The monks behind the two monks are also masters.

One of the monks had copper-colored skin.

There is also a monk with thick palms, which shows that he has practiced unusual kung fu.

Among them was a group of monks holding sticks, 18 people in total.

The number 18 is such a coincidence, could it be the Eighteen Arhats?
Very good, Shaolin Temple deserves to be the largest sect in the world and has more than one master.

This is fun. If there is not a single master in Shaolin Temple, and there are only a few good ones, but a bunch of losers, it would be very disappointing and it would not be fun.

This is the right trip.

A group of masters exploded.

Jiang Yang's hands felt a little itchy, which was a sign of hunting.

"Sister Weiwei, the masters are here." Bai Xiaoni's eyes flickered and she saw that a group of monks came out who were all masters. This, especially the twin monks, gave her an unfathomable feeling.

"You two, please step back." After hearing the master's words, Bai Xiaoni and Xia Weiwei returned to the master.

"The two masters must be Jue Yuan and Jue Xing, the two masters of Shaolin Temple's Arhat Hall?" Jiang Yang said.Jue Yuan, Jue Xing... Bai Xiaoni's eyes lit up, "The two masters of Shaolin Temple!"

Xia Weiwei's eyes also lit up, and she naturally knew these two martial arts masters.

This is wonderful.

You can also watch and enjoy a duel between masters.

The first time was at the Eastern Whale Palace, where the master faced off against two kendo masters, Kamiya Musashi.

The two eminent monks in the Shaolin Temple in front of me were much better than Kamiya Musashi.

Xia Weiwei had heard Wudang's seniors talk about these two masters of Shaolin Temple, they were definitely the top masters of the Tang Dynasty, and the two monks were also good at a combination technique, which made them stronger together.

Master... don't worry about Master, I believe that no matter how powerful these two monks are, they are no match for Master.

Xia Weiwei has long established the image of her master as invincible in her heart. The master is the god of martial arts and the best master in the world.

"The poor monk is Jue Yuan. This is my junior brother Jue Xing, Donor Jiang." Master Jue Yuan clasped his hands together.

The eyes of Master Juexing, the junior fellow apprentice next to him, flashed with golden light, "Donor Jiang is known as the best master in the world. Today, I saw that his cultivation has reached the point of unity between heaven and man, and he is well-deserved for his reputation."

A true master knows the other person's depth as soon as they meet face to face.

The two eminent monks saw at a glance that Jiang Yang's cultivation had reached the unity of heaven and man, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

No. [-] in the world, well-deserved reputation.

After saying this, Master Awakening's eyes shone with eagerness, which was the reaction of meeting a true master.

"It's just a false name. The master has given me the award." Jiang Yang smiled slightly and said, "The two masters must have understood that I am here to learn the kung fu of the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple."

"First, let the disciples learn from Donor Jiang's unique skills."

The speaker was a monk with a reddish-brown complexion. He took a few steps forward and faced Jiang Yang. "I heard that Mr. Jiang's golden bell shield is hard to beat. It happened that the young monk also practiced with the golden bell shield, so I boldly asked Master Jiang for advice."

Having said that, the monk stepped forward and began to use his kung fu.

I saw an astonishing change in the monk, and his originally copper-colored skin became darker.

People also seem to swell in a circle.

"Great monk, your golden bell has reached the peak of the sixth level, and you are just one step away from breaking through to the seventh level. What a pity!" Jiang Yang shook his head and sighed.

The great monk showed surprise in his eyes.

The other party could see at a glance that he was false and true, and he also saw that he had suffered internal injuries due to practicing the Golden Bell Shield and had been stuck on the sixth level. It was impossible to break through to the seventh level.

Unless he healed his internal injuries, even the power of the entire Shaolin Temple could not heal his internal injuries.

That is to say, if there is no miracle, the great monk will not be able to break through the seventh floor in his life.

This is the secret of the great monk. The other party can see through it at a glance, and his strength is unfathomable.

"But you are lucky, great monk. You met me today."

next second.

Jiang Yang moved, closing the distance with a lunge, and slapped the great monk on the chest with a palm.

The great monk did not dodge or dodge, and raised the golden bell to catch it hard.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap!" There were several sounds like slapping on a wooden stake.

After a few breaths, Jiang Yang slapped the great monk several times on his chest and around his back.

The last palm went around to the front and slapped him on the chest.

Finish work.

Jiang Yang returned to where he was,
Still not down... Oh, no, the great monk is not down yet.

Notice that the great monk's expression was strange. He was confused for a while at first. He felt light and buoyant from Jiang Yang's quick palms just now, but with each stroke, a heat penetrated into his body and did not hurt him. What's going on?

Just as he was puzzled, the next second, the great monk felt his energy and blood boiling all over his body.

"Close your eyes and concentrate, attack the seventh floor!" Jiang Yang's voice came to his ears, and the great monk was shocked and closed his eyes.

not moving at all.

what's the situation?
Gao Meng on the side didn't understand. Why was this monk so motionless and with his eyes closed?
Could it be that he was slapped stupidly by the boss?
Confused, Gao Meng glanced at Li Lei next to him.

Li Lei shook his head as if he didn't understand.

Looking at Xia Weiwei again, her eyes flickered as she stared at the great monk.

And the boss was smiling.

In the first of the two Arhat halls, a surprising color flashed into the mind.

The other monks didn't understand what happened to Uncle Master.

"Uncle Master?" A young monk couldn't help but want to ask.

"Don't disturb your uncle, he is at the critical moment of breakthrough in cultivation." Master Jueyuan spoke.

"Ah..." The little monk opened his mouth wide.

Uncle Master, is he trying to break through the seventh level of the Golden Bell?
The surrounding area became quiet, and all eyes were fixed on the great monk.

At this time, the number of online netizens in the live broadcast room exceeded [-] million.

"what happened?"

"Why is this great monk motionless? Can anyone explain to me?"

"Don't you understand what happened?"

"Did the great monk have his acupoints tapped by the boss?"

"It seems that this great monk is going to make a breakthrough, his cultivation is going to make a breakthrough."

"That's right, the boss just slapped a few hands, which seems to have helped this monk break through in cultivation."

A few netizens understood it.

There were countless pairs of curious eyes in the hall.

wait.

Ten minutes later, the great monk made some noise.

Eyes opened.

Exhale.

"Bang!" Suddenly, the monk's robe burst open, revealing his copper-colored skin.

What's even more astonishing is that the muscles in his chest and arms are beating like a heart.

Inhale and collect energy.

The great monk's face became excited. He faced Jiang Yang with his hands clasped and bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Master!"

Before he finished, the great monk knelt down and kowtowed directly.

He must kowtow to this.

Jiang Yang treated him like a benefactor.

The great monk suffered internal injuries due to practicing the Golden Bell Shield.The magical skill of Golden Bell Shield has always been one of the most difficult martial arts to practice in Shaolin Temple. Practicing Golden Bell Shield not only requires inhuman torture, but also pain and suffering, and you will get injured if you are not careful.

After reaching the sixth level of cultivation, the great monk's body was left with internal injuries. Internal injuries caused by this kind of practice are extremely difficult to heal.

Jiang Yang slapped him a few times just now, helping him successfully break through the seventh level and heal the internal injuries left behind.

At this moment, the great monk's golden bell has reached the seventh level.

Shaolin Temple has been able to train the Golden Bell to the seventh level for hundreds of years, and there are historical records that the great monk was the third.

The second one was more than 200 years ago, when a monk from Luohan Hall practiced the Golden Bell Shield to the eighth level.

The first one is naturally Bodhidharma, the founder of the Shaolin Temple.

"You can teach me." Jiang Yang nodded with a smile.

He saw that this great monk was extremely talented. Jiang Yang himself had a system, so he knew very well that he could train the Golden Bell to the sixth level. Such talent was definitely a martial arts wizard.

Originally, there were few people learning martial arts.

When I met such a prodigy in martial arts, I felt pity for the talent, so I came to help and gave the monk a helping hand.

"Great monk, what is your dharma name?" Jiang Yang asked.

"Little monk Huixin." The great monk replied respectfully.

"You are very good. I am looking forward to it. The golden bell cover is very difficult to practice. It is rare to practice above the seventh floor in the past. I look forward to you very much. I look forward to where you can go in the end." Jiang Yang smiled. Said.

Monk Huixin clasped his hands together and said, "The young monk will do his best to live up to the master's achievements."

"Amitabha." Master Jueyuan said with his hands clasped together, "Donor Jiang has incredible magical powers. Thank you very much for your help."

"It's just a little effort." Jiang Yang said, looking at the monk whose palms were easy for ordinary people.

This monk's palms are slightly larger than those of ordinary people.

"This master must be practicing the Powerful Vajra Palm. I met a monk from Sensoji Temple in East Whale, and his practice of Powerful Vajra Palm reached the 6th level.

I see that the master’s cultivation of Vajra Palm is still at an advanced level. I wonder if you can give me some advice? "

"The donor is talking about Yanlong. He has indeed stayed in this temple for several years." The monk replied.

"Didn't you ask the Master's Dharma name?"

"Little monk Huiyuan." The monk replied.

"Master Huiyuan please!"

Jiang Yang moved the golden bell, and he wanted to catch the monk's powerful Vajra Palm.

Monk Huiyuan came out and clasped his hands together: "Benefactor Jiang has offended you." After saying that, he stretched out his palm.

His palms are indeed much larger than ordinary people's palms, as thick as bear paws.

I don't know if it was because of his eyesight, but others saw that his palms were vaguely shiny, like metal.

A light palm slapped Jiang Yang's chest.

"Poof!" There was a sound like being slapped on wood.

After the palm passed, Monk Huiyuan took a step back.

two steps.

Three steps.

Only then did he stop. Monk Huiyuan's face flushed, and his surprise disappeared. He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Master Jiang's magical power is unparalleled and impressive."

That's it?

Gao Meng, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, was about to taunt, but before he could say anything, suddenly——

"Crack! Crack!" There were two consecutive explosions.

It turned out that the two stone slabs that Monk Huiyuan stepped on when he retreated exploded.

The third stone slab did not explode. If you look carefully, you will find an extra pair of footprints.

My dear~~
Gao Meng's eyes widened and he quickly retracted his words.

The bluestone slab at the foot of the main hall is very thick, at least 10 centimeters thick.

Such a thick bluestone slab was broken by stepping back a few steps.

This is a bit fierce.

"I'll go and give you a fright."

"Oh my god, the stone slab will explode immediately after stepping on it."

"Bullshit!"

"This great monk is a master."

"Did I just think that the monk was tickling people lightly with his palm? I was wrong. This monk is a great master."

"The great monk is very awesome, but the boss is even more awesome. If you think that a master like the great monk would vomit blood with just one palm, the boss would be unscathed."

"The boss's golden bell is invincible."

The barrage flooded the screen, and many netizens were startled by the sudden explosion.

In the main hall, the monks were shocked.

Several young monks looked at him in shock. They first looked at the exploding stone slabs on the ground, then saw that Jiang Yang was unharmed, and took a few breaths of cold air.

They knew very well that Uncle Huiyuan's powerful Vajra Palm had been cultivated to the eighth level.

The powerful Vajra Palm contains gold and gravel, which is so powerful that even a real iron man can make a palm print with one palm.

The Jiangyang thief took a slap in the face and was actually unscathed.

The greatest master in the world is so terrifying.

Even the two first masters cannot forcefully take on Master Huiyuan's powerful Vajra Palm.

If the stone slabs on the ground hadn't exploded, we would really have doubted whether the scene just now was real.

"The eighth layer of Dali Vajra Palm is strong enough, but it's still a little short of fire. I look forward to Master Dali Vajra Palm's cultivation to a perfect state, and then come to learn." Jiang Yang spoke.

His eyes moved to the 18 monks holding sticks.

"There are eighteen arhats in the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple. The formation of eighteen arhats is the most extraordinary formation in the world. Throughout the ages, very few people can break the broken arhat formation. I am lucky today. I want to learn from you."

all brushes~~
All eyes are focused on the 18 stick monks.

Yes, they are the Eighteen Arhats of Arhat Hall.

Only 18 monks came out.

Without further ado, they quickly spread out into a circle, surrounding Yang within them.

Seeing this, the people around him stepped back to make way for a larger space.

"Form up." A monk shouted, 18 monks and 18 sticks pointed at Jiang Yang from all directions.

The next second, 18 monks took action at the same time, attacking Jiang Yang with their sticks.

Jiang Yang also moved.

He jumped up to three or four meters in a leap, dodging the incoming sticks.

When he landed, he stepped on a stick with his toes, and rushed forward quickly towards a monk while stepping on the stick.

The monk reacted quickly and quickly dodged to the side. Then two other monks took his place and attacked with two sticks.

Jiang Yang stepped back and was surrounded again when he jumped to the ground.

18 monks circled around him, like a merry-go-round with him as the center.

Onlookers were dazzled.

stimulated.

This is really exciting.

Everyone, including the netizens in the live broadcast room, held their breath and widened their eyes, for fear of missing any details.

Scenes like the Eighteen Arhat Formation have only been seen in movies. In reality, no one has seen it.

Today was an eye-opener.

The 18 monks in the field change their figures, and the 18 sticks fly up and down like 18 dragons, which is amazing.

Most people are at a loss not to mention fighting back.

Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone 18 people with 18 sticks.

Already lying down.

(End of this chapter)