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Chapter 119 The decisive battle before the ninth rank ([-])
When the red-clothed monk saw Li Sansi swinging Pao Fist, the shock in his heart was fully revealed on his face. Pao Fist is a martial art learned by the senior monks in the Bodhidharma Hall, because it has strict requirements on the body. In addition to its strong lethality, only high-ranking monks are qualified to practice it, but the punch this low-level gray-robed monk punches out is truly the art of Paoquan!
"Bang! With fists intertwined, the monk in red rose from the ground, as if he had hit a speeding car, flew straight upside down, and rolled to the ground with a crackling sound.

Just now, all the domineering red-robed monks around Li Sansi froze their expressions, as if they saw Martians wandering around the earth and greeted them, all of them looked like Allied soldiers arrested by tax-paying Germany , with an exaggerated expression on his face that could distort a tank.

Li Sansi's punch is also an impressive result that can only be achieved by relying on the law of Taijiquan's leverage. He uses the rapid rotation of the body to bring up the centripetal force, and then guides this centripetal force to his arm, and then uses the Paoquan technique to strike. If he hits it, the power may be more than half times that of his direct use of Paoquan. If he turns around and punches in a state of stream of consciousness, then his own strength will increase by an unknown number of times.

The sound of Yijue breaking through the air came from behind the gate.

"Damn it, who dared to beat the heavy drum in Dalin Temple! I killed him!" A rough voice came from the door behind Li Sansi. Li Sansi recognized this voice. When I came to Dalin Temple by accident, I met one of the Eight Laws of Dalin Temple to protect the temple. He yelled at every turn, threatened to kill this one and that one, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was a Lu Zhishen.

"One! You came at the right time. This kid was causing trouble in our Bodhidharma hall. He couldn't help beating the drum and hurt your uncle Cangnei!" The monk in red saw the helper, and suddenly became arrogant, making Li Sansi feels like a small glasses that I copied my homework and reported to the teacher when I was in junior high school.

The group of red-robed monks suddenly regained their spirits. This one is one of the eight methods of protecting the temple, and his martial arts are superior to them. Now that he is on the horse, it is afraid that he will not be able to subdue this low-level gray-robed monk.

Some of the red-robed monks even laughed ferociously, the expressions they showed when they imagined for a while that Li Sansi would be punished for trespassing on the Dharma Hall.

"Little bastard, dare to hit my uncle, I want you to get out of here!" A furious, he has always dominated the junior monks in Dalin Temple, and those who don't like it will go forward and feel pain Hit, now seeing Li Sansi in the gray robe, he immediately took out his usual anger, cracked his knuckles, and walked towards Li Sansi.

It's just that he began to wonder why since he appeared and walked towards Li Sansi, this gray-robed monk was always facing him with his back, even if his strength was higher than his own, and he was ranked in the ninth-rank master list. When facing oneself, it is impossible to be so big.

The only explanation is that this kid doesn't know who he is at all, so in order to show his name, he tried to let the gray-robed monk stretch out his head to be ravaged by him. He deliberately deepened his tone, "I am One of the Eight Laws of the Dalin Temple! Boy, you should have heard my name, if you are smart, just kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, and I might not let you hurt too badly!"

Li Sansi finally turned his head slowly, "A senior brother, right?"

A satisfied nod.

"Sorry, I don't know you."

Yi Zun's face suddenly turned into soaked pig's liver. He squinted at the people next to him. The faces of those red-robed monks were also full of disbelief. In a highly hierarchical organization here in Dalin Temple, there would be a gray The warrior monk in the robe is openly challenging the authority here, and he has an expression of not knowing how he will die in the future.

One step forward, his body speeds up suddenly, he is not fat and fat, his robe is filled to the brim, his figure is full of fake muscles, even if he competes in boxing, he will definitely not be inferior to a heavyweight boxer Where to go, he rushed over so quickly, the aura exuded by him made Li Sansi feel that he was facing thousands of troops.

Dalin Temple's eight methods of protecting the temple are well-deserved. I remember that my half-teacher and half-friend Zangyuan said that the strength of these eight monks, any one of them is close to the ninth-rank master list, and they are also their big brothers. With the responsibility of protecting Dalin Temple, he did not launch an impact on the ranking of the ninth-rank master list, otherwise, it is unknown whether Zangyuan can win him with Yiyun's long-term practice.

Therefore, when Li Sansi faced this one, he definitely didn't feel contemptuous in his heart, on the contrary, he looked even more dignified. He knew that this one had amazing strength, and if there was any weakness in his body, it should be his temper, which was irritable. Stimulate him easily, this person is like a crazy pheasant, uncontrollably venting his power, such a violent person may be difficult for others to suppress, but for Li Sansi, he is so The state just gave him the best opportunity to take advantage of.

A man with a strong body and strong hands, even if he doesn't pursue any tricks, even the simplest moves are quite powerful. The sweeping of his arms at this moment is no less than the swing of an iron pestle.

Although this sweeping move was extremely powerful, in Li Sansi's view, it was too slow.

Li Sansi soared into the air, avoiding the iron arm like a steel pestle, and kicked a statue on the head sideways, a burst of white ash popped out, and there was a dull heavy sound in the air.

The red-robed monk seemed to be watching a football World Cup held every four years. The current situation is that the Chinese team is playing against the Brazilian team.

Li Sansi landed, staggered and took a step back, then stood firm.

One turned his head left and right, and there was a sound of joint friction from the movement of the skull, "The strength is good!"

Li Sansi was a little surprised. This one, who was kicked by himself in the face, looked like a normal person. You must know the strength of Li Sansi's kick just now. If he was an ordinary person, he would have died long ago. Go to heaven to report up.

One body leaned forward again, and the speed in the hand was a step faster. Obviously, it learned the lesson of being kicked by Li Sansi when it was slow just now.

His judgment is absolutely correct. Although he is physically strong, he cannot reach the strength of a robot. If he is attacked by Li Sansi in the way of fighting and weakening his resistance bit by bit, he will still be knocked down in the end. Yes, so the only chance for him to equalize now is to be faster than Li Sansi. In this case, coupled with his strength, as long as he hits Li Sansi with any move, it will definitely be a devastating attack.

Li Sansi didn't expect that this one, which was originally slow, would suddenly speed up by more than half, and the iron fist brushed past his body which was quickly moved away, bringing out some burning pain.

Yi Zun didn't relax his hands, and seeing that he was about to catch up with Li Sansi's speed, his fist turned into ten, and shot down towards Li Sansi from all directions.

The red-robed monks next to him clapped their hands one by one, competing to cheer one up.

"Come on! You are our pride!"

"Defeat this disheartened bhikkhu! One, the uncle is optimistic about you!"

"Yi Zun, if you defeat this person, the uncles will push you to be the representative of Dalin Temple this year and go to the Martial Arts Conference!"

He didn't take any words of encouragement in his heart before, and when he heard the last sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up, saying so many useless words, this sentence is the reassurance.

Every three years, various martial arts schools across the country will hold a martial arts conference on Huashan Mountain. It is openly to exchange martial arts, but secretly it is competition between each other. Although Dalin Temple is a very secretive organization, it cannot be avoided. Every three years in this martial arts conference, some disciples will still be sent to participate in the competition as Tibetan Buddhists, and often the participating disciples of Dalin Temple can surprise everyone at the martial arts conference, so many monks from Dalin Temple , it is definitely beneficial and harmless to participate in this conference that can gain both fame and fortune.

Thinking of the meeting, one of his subordinates took another quick step, and punched Li Sansi's shoulder, which he couldn't avoid. The powerful force was immediately exerted on Li Sansi's shoulder, so that he didn't even have time to change his footsteps, and he flew out in a whirl .

Li Sansi slid on the ground like a roller, and the robe on his body was dragged from gray to white.

All the red-robed monks applauded, "Not bad, not bad, really worthy of being our guardian king!"

One turned his head and faced one of the red-robed monks, "Uncle, is what you said just now true!?"

The red-robed warrior monk came over and caressed the vest of one, "Don't worry, don't worry, when have you ever seen Master Shu not keeping promises, but you can't relax, you have to practice more diligently next time, and strive for our Dalin Temple to be here again." In the Martial Arts Conference, he defeated many strong men and became number one in the world, hahahaha."

Next, the red-robed warrior monk looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had choked on an egg, with a murmur with a dry throat, like a wild duck hoarse with its mouth open in the reed, or like a dolphin bulging in the sea from the night sky , with a nearly spit-out grunt.

In the sight of the red-robed monk, Li Sansi propped his hands to the ground, and slowly stood up with his whole body, making everyone without exception show the expression of swallowing a caterpillar.

Unexpectedly, after receiving such a blow from one of his subordinates, there are still people who can stand up. This gray-robed monk is the first in history.

Li Sansi's slender body due to hard training in the past year was displayed in front of Yi Zun. At this moment, when he saw Li Sansi's expression, it was like seeing Senior Brother Yi Yun. He might have the ability to defeat him. He knew the strength contained in his fists. The strength can almost smash ten overlapping bricks through. That is the strength that can break bones and tendons on anyone. This gray-robed monk has such a strong body resistance!

The red-robed monk who spoke just now took a step back, and one of them popped out. He turned his head to look at the heavy drum above the gate of Bodhidharma Hall, and then turned his head to look at the gray-robed monk in front of him. A kind of shadow, which is an indescribable shadow, as if a group of aliens suddenly appeared to rob the earth in my originally peaceful life, and I have not yet accepted such an event in my heart. psychological reaction.

"Who dares to beat the battle drum!" The door of the Bodhidharma hall opened, Jie Chen stepped out, the golden robes on his body were quite dazzling in the sun.

Just as one was about to speak, multiple figures appeared at the gate of the Bodhidharma Hall and on the wall at the same time, including the Eight Laws of Protecting the Temple, as well as various monks who came together after hearing the voice.

"So it's you!?" Jie Chen saw clearly that Li Sansi was surrounded by everyone, "Gui Li.?"

Li Sansi smiled lightly, bent over and bowed like a gentleman.

"Master, this kid." A red-robed monk next to him was about to step up and bite Li Sansi back, but was interrupted by Jie Chen waving his hand.

"Gui Li, are you really sure?" Jie An looked at the relaxed Li Sansi with an expression of disbelief, and really didn't understand why this monk who had only been in the temple for a year and a half had so many masters here Surrounded by him, he maintained a relaxed demeanor.

A figure appeared at the main entrance of Bodhidharma Hall, with a deep voice, like a devil rising from hell, "Gui Li. It was you who beat the drum.?"

Li Sansi didn't need to look back to know that this person with a resentful voice, except for his devil boss, except for the instructor who played tricks to punish him all day long, except for the one who harmed generations because he couldn't figure it out. Who else would be besides Jie Wu, the most humble place winner of this century.

"You have finally reached this point. I am sure I am not mistaken. Like that Zang Yuan, you are both ambitious wolves. You will bite back at the most critical moment!" Jie Wu took a step forward. , the aura of the body suddenly surged to the top, "You don't regret it?"

Li Sansi looked at the growing crowd of Bodhidharma Hall, without the slightest fluctuation in his heart, "Don't be so selfish, always judge other people's thoughts based on your own gains and losses, not only you have something to protect. I have it too, and I have something to grab!"

This is the first time that Li Sansi has spoken to him so unceremoniously. This monk, who usually talks a lot of nonsense, steals, rapes and plays tricks, now actually refute him in such a serious tone with a bit of reprimand, asking him to say goodbye for a while. It is not reflected in the usual situation.

"There are a lot of reasons to talk about. The final result is still not the same!" Jie Wu clenched his fists, his eyes seemed to see when he was defeated by Zang Yuan a few years ago when he had nothing, "It's not for my own status, For my own selfish desires, I am willing to sacrifice others, including my best friend!"

"It's not selfish desires, but dreams!" Li Sansi added simply and quickly, he felt that it was useless to talk to this monk now, he had been dazzled by hatred.

(End of this chapter)