Plane hunting

Chapter 60 Don't brag next time, still invulnerable?
Huang Shaohong laughed immediately after hearing what the disciple of the White Lotus Sect said:
"I said how dare your White Lotus Sect come to trouble me again. It turns out that someone backed me up. Let's go. Today I'll see if it's Yihequan, which three masters dare to support the White Lotus Sect. I, Huang, from the head of the White Lotus Sect Feihong has been disassembled!"

Huang Shaohong stepped in first, Yan Zhendong threw the Bailian disciple to the ground, fell unconscious immediately, and then strode into Chaotian Temple.

The Temple of Chaotian is already overcrowded, densely packed with white lotus disciples in white clothes, who are worshiping devoutly at this time, and in the center of the hall is a seated lotus statue of the Inanimate Mother carved from a huge rock.

In front of the altar at the foot of the statue of Wusheng Old Mother, there were three shirtless men standing. The head of the man was naked and bald, with nine ring scars burned on it. He was obviously a great monk.

The other two people wrapped their braids around their necks and stood on the left and right sides of the monk. All three of them were strong and muscular. At this time, each of them was holding a large handful of burning incense sticks in their hands, and their eyes were tightly closed. , Muttering words in his mouth, I don't know what he is muttering.

Immortal Jiugong had already had splints on his legs at this time, and was served by two Bailian disciples, sitting on a grand teacher's chair on the left side of the divine case, holding a piece of yellow silk full of words in his hand, and only heard him preach loudly:
"Wusheng's old mother preached and taught her disciples to the Nine Palaces. Today, there is a dharma altar. On behalf of the old mother, she pardoned and enshrined the three heavenly masters. From now on, the words of the heavenly masters are my words. You and other disciples should respectfully abide by the teachings of the heavenly masters." , to show the power of my magical skills, to carry forward the power of my teachings, and to bestow the teachings from my lifeless mother!"

As he spoke, he pointed his hand at the three shirtless men, as if passing on mana power, the three mumbling men suddenly opened their eyes and shouted:
"Old mother without birth, home in a vacuum, the old mother bestows magical powers to protect the body, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and old mother without birth, hurry like a law!"

After saying that, the three of them turned upside down the three handfuls of incense sticks that were already burning red in their hands, poked the fiery red incense head directly on their chest, and then kept sliding on the skin, from the chest to the back, from the back to the chest. On the arm, incense ash was falling, but there was no slightest burn on the skin.

This miraculous scene made the members of the White Lotus Sect become fanatical, prostrating and shouting together: "The white lotus descends to the earth, all the people will rise up, the white lotus will descend to the earth, all the people will rise to the earth."

The kneeling of the Bailian disciples in the main hall happened to reveal Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong who were watching the excitement behind the crowd. Immortal Jiugong saw it at a glance, and exclaimed: "Huang Feihong!"

When he called out, the three men in front of the divine case also looked at this side, and the great monk in the middle opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Foshan Huang Feihong?"

This monk's skill was higher than that of the original Jiugong, and his voice was as loud as thunder, so that the members of the White Lotus Cult who were chanting slogans enthusiastically could hear them clearly.

The members of the White Lotus Sect were shocked. These days, the word "Huang Feihong" has become their nightmare. Even the leader has made him crippled, and his magical powers and body protection are not good. In their hearts, the other party is The great devil who opposes the religion.

Turning their heads and seeing Huang Feihong standing behind them, these people immediately exclaimed, and got up one after another and moved away from both sides.

As soon as the Bailian disciples stepped aside, the great monk faced Huang Shaohong directly, clasped his fists and asked loudly: "Master Huang, how about my magical body protection?"

Huang Shaohong curled his lips: "It's just a quack trick!"

The great monk snorted coldly, and ordered to the left and right: "Come with the sword!"

Immediately, four Bailian disciples with steel knives jumped out of the crowd, and they slashed and stabbed at the monk.

This kind of trick was also performed by the real Jiugong, and even Yan Zhendong also practiced it, but it was different from their sound of cutting the defeated leather with knives. 'It's like the sound of gold and iron colliding.

At this time, Yan Zhendong's eyes were fixed, and he said in surprise: "The golden bell cover of the Dacheng realm!"

When the four knife-wielding disciples retreated, the monk smiled triumphantly and said, "How about this?"

Huang Shaohong still curled his lips, with a look of contempt on his face: "It's not that good!"

The monk's face turned cold, he clasped his fists and said: "I am Shaolin Hengchong, I will ask Master Huang for advice!"

Immortal Jiugong shouted from the side: "Brother, avenge me!"

The Hengchong monk smashed the stone slab under his body with a "bang" sound. With this force, he waved his fist and rushed towards Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong pouted at Yan Zhendong beside him: "Old Yan, this is your dish!"

Yan Zhendong nodded and said loudly in standard Shandong Mandarin: "I, Yan Zhendong, Shandong Tiebushan, come to teach you the Shaolin Golden Bell Shade!"

He finished speaking quickly, took a deep breath, and the muscles and fascia in his whole body swelled up, then strode up to the rampaging monk, and punched violently.

Two big fists collided with each other heavily, making a muffled 'bang' sound. The monk's body swayed three times, but his feet took root to stabilize his figure.

And Yan Zhendong backed up three steps in a row, with a look of shock on his face.

Monk Hengchong also had a moved expression on his face: "You have mastered the iron cloth shirt? Why don't you come and throw my Yihe fist. Wouldn't it be nice for me to give you an altar master!"

Yan Zhendong let out a 'bah': "Fart, what's the future of being a magic stick with you, I, Yan Zhendong, want to be the deputy leader of the martial arts!"

Huang Shaohong covered his face, this old Yan couldn't turn the corner, so he was the vice president, okay?

After Yan Zhendong finished speaking, he let out an angry roar and rushed forward again. He knew that his hard work was not as good as the opponent's, so he used Yan Jiaquan to compete with the opponent's boxing skills.

But the monk Hengchong relied on his golden bell cover to achieve great success, and he did not dodge or dodge. He opened and closed a pair of iron fists and exchanged injuries with Yan Zhendong.

This kind of shameless way of fighting, even though Yan Zhendong was careful to guard against it, he still suffered a loss. When he hit Hengchong's temple with a "dang" sound, the opponent not only had nothing to do, but also showed that he had succeeded. smile.

Yan Zhendong knew it was not good, but it was too late when he wanted to hide again.

Monk Hengchong roared loudly: "The stele opener!"

The two palms hit Yan Zhendong's ribs at the same time, even though Lao Yan's invulnerable body couldn't bear it, he was slapped and flew back, and Huang Shaohong reached out to catch it.

"Old Yan, are you okay?" Huang Shaohong saw that Yan Zhendong's face was a little pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"I'm fine, I just suffered some internal injuries, you should be careful, I've tried his golden bell cover Dacheng, there is no other shot except the lower yin!"

Huang Shaohong said that he didn't care about the other party's martial arts. He got along well with Lao Yan during this time, so he directly took out a bottle of 'Eight Treasures Desperate Soup' and stuffed it in his hand: "Take it and drink it. Go, watch me avenge you!"

Old Yan knew that this was a good thing, so he quickly took it and reminded: "Use the 'Lying Grasping Hand' to kill him!"

Heng Chong obviously heard what Lao Yan said, and he laughed loudly: "Yes, my photo is here, let's see if you have the ability!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped his crotch with a crisp sound of 'clang', and this guy actually put something like a breastplate underneath.

Hengchong hooked his fingers at Huang Shaohong: "The name of this seat is Hengchong, which means rampage. The three great masters of internal boxing in the north died more than ten years ago. I didn't catch up with you. Today I just want to take you as a foreigner!" Boxing master Liwei, let's see if you can break through my invulnerable golden bell cover!"

'bah'

Heng Chong looked down at his chest in disbelief, and saw that there was a blood hole in the pit of his heart, and blood was continuously spraying out.

"You" only uttered an ambiguous word "you", and the great monk fell on his back.

Huang Shaohong blew on the muzzle of the revolver in his hand: "Admiralty God, don't brag next time, you are still invulnerable, and you will die with my shot!"

(End of this chapter)