The Evil Taoist of Martial Arts

Zuo Lengchan swept over Ren Yingying and said indifferently: "Master Fangzheng, shall we do it?"

"The monks don't lie. There are still two hours before the auspicious time. Please wait a moment." Fang Zheng said confidently.

Listening to the confidence in Fang Zheng's tone, everyone could guess that there must be fierce battles waiting for Su Chu and others on the mountain road of Shaoshi Mountain, but everyone is also very curious about the background of Shaolin Temple.

Dongfang Bai said lightly: "Go up the mountain!"

Su Chu and Dongfang Bai took the lead, followed by Lan Fenghuang, Xiang Wentian and others. The numerous disciples of the Sun Moon God Sect looked like black clouds from a distance.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly a sound of Buddha's name came, followed by a burst of golden light, and a long golden stick swept across.

'Thorn La'

The real martial arts sword in his hand came out of his body, Su Chu smiled, and the golden figure was instantly swept away.

The person who came was a monk covered in pale gold, holding a golden ring stick, raised one hand, and said softly: "Amitabha! Dongfang benefactor, Su benefactor, my Shaolin Temple is closed today, please go down the mountain go."

"My Shaolin is a pure place, please come down the mountain!"

Suddenly there was a sound, and seventeen figures appeared out of nowhere, standing quietly behind the leading monk, and eighteen monks, whose bodies were full of pale golden light, stopped in front of Su and Chu.

Dongfang Bai's eyes flashed brightly, and he said in a low voice, "Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Bronze Figures Formation?"

Su Chu's face became serious, and at the same time he said softly: "Everyone, why bother to disturb everyone's penance cultivation because of today's incident, just leave here, and pretend that you have never been here."

"Our hard work is certainly important..."

"Shaolin is our master..."

Eighteen people spoke at the same time, and the leader continued: "Benefactor, one of the eighteen of us advances and retreats, please retreat, benefactor."

"Since you are so poor, you are offended!" Su Chu stretched out his real martial arts sword and said softly.

In the past three years, besides practicing, Su Chu also practiced Taoist theory intensively. It can be felt that these eighteen people did not have the slightest aura of chasing fame and fortune in the world. Everyone is a generation who is proficient in Buddhism.

"Be careful!" Dongfang Bai whispered.

The corner of Su Chu's mouth twitched: "Don't worry, this journey will not be so lonely. The next level will depend on you!"

'Huh' snorted arrogantly, Dongfang Bai didn't say any more.

Su Chu took a step forward and said: "Back in the Tang Dynasty, the thirteen stick monks who had accomplished the vajra indestructible magic skill rescued the king of Tang and became the famous thirteen stick monks. I don't know how far you have practiced the vajra indestructible magic skill today. Floor?"

"I have no talent, and I have just stepped into the fifth floor after a lifetime of penance!" said the leading monk.

The mind is condensed, the relaxation they said does not mean that the people present can also relax. The Vajra Indestructible Magical Art is listed as the four major magical arts together with the Shaolin Yijin Jing, the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, and the Shaolin Boy. But it is the realm of the fifth day after tomorrow, the background of this Shaolin Temple is horrifying!

Su Chu said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Shaolin has the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art to protect the temple, and Wudang also has the Kowloon Lion Art to guard the mountain. Today, the poor will use the sixth-level Kowloon Lion Art to teach you the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art."

"Please benefactor!" The odd monk suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this, stared at Su Chu firmly, and stretched out the golden ring stick in his hand.

Su Chu jumped forward and said softly, "Be careful!"

With a sound of 'search', Su Chu had already disappeared in place, and Su Chu had already cultivated to the extreme in Wudang Qinggong without leaving a trace.

"Arrangement!"

With a loud shout, the eighteen bronze figures suddenly unfolded, and eighteen people took eighteen different postures, but this posture was full of flaws in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Dongfang Bai's eyes, it could be seen that attacking any position would cause the other ten people to attack. Seven people fought back at the same time.

"Su Chu, what are you going to do?" Dongfang Bai muttered in his heart.

Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Zhenwu Qiqi Fights the East

'earn'

Su Chu put the real martial sword back into its sheath suddenly, and walked to the center of the eighteen bronze figures with bare hands, and said calmly: "You are not worthy of using a real martial sword against you."

The leading monk said: "The benefactor is so confident, but we have a rule that the stick should not leave the body. Please enlighten me, the benefactor."

"No problem!" Su Chu said indifferently, with a smile on her lips but seriousness in her eyes. This was completely insulting in the eyes of others, but the eighteen people had no expression on their faces, and even said that there was no fluctuation in their hearts. The Dharma of the eight people has already reached the state where the mind is like still water.

"Please!"

'Bump, bump, bump'

In the eyes of everyone in the Sun Moon God Sect, the battle began. Su Chu fought against the Shaolin eighteen bronze figures with a pair of fists, a plan?Is that kind of thing needed?When the strength is at its peak, there is no need for tricks, and the moves are changeable. I just need to punch it.

Su Chu set up Wudang Long Fist but the result shocked everyone. The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation was defeated by Su Chu. Although he was not injured, he was always passive from the beginning to the end.

'click'

Two golden sticks swept across the air, Su Chu glanced at them, and raised her hands to grab them directly, but followed by fourteen sticks coming towards her.

The ringing stick whistling over seemed to tear through the space. Even if the indestructible body of King Kong hadn't been completed yet, it still gave the eighteen bronze men powerful defense and attack power. Hard resistance means.

With a leap, like climbing a ladder, Su Chu reversed in the air, and Su Chu exerted force with both hands, and even lifted the two monks out of thin air and flew them directly.

"Wudang ladder cloud vertical!"

The two monks standing calmly opened their eyes suddenly, and it seemed as if a golden light roared out in an instant. The eighteen bronze figures were born out of the eighteen arhats of Buddhism, and the strongest ones were the two arhats who subdued the dragon and subdued the tiger. The monk is also the one who inherited the names of these two Arhats among the eighteen Arhats of this generation.

"Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger?" Su Chu twitched his lips and said, "I've long wanted to see what happened to these two famous people in the world."

Counting the two monks who just came back, the sixteen monks suddenly retracted their sticks and retreated. The two men, Jianglong Fuhu, stepped forward, set aside the sticks in their hands, and suddenly swayed, seemingly drunk, half awake, half awake. Fa, Drunk Eight Immortals!