Chapter 360

"Martial uncle abbot, the big event is bad. The Qiyu devil won again!"

When I heard the shouting outside, I frowned and felt dissatisfied.

"Didn't I ask martial uncle Puzhi to deal with the devil? Can the devil still defeat martial uncle Puzhi? "

Not only are the prescriptions dissatisfied and curious, but also several other figures in the main hall.

Today, they are discussing how to face the possible overseas Wulin Tianjiao Yan shisan, but they don't want to be disturbed one after another. They are very dissatisfied.

Moreover, this is the territory of their Shaomu temple, a big nest of Buddhism, and these giant Buddhists gather here. Who has the courage to come here and be so wild?

"Uncle Puzhi was also defeated by the devil's fist. Now he has fallen to the ground seriously."

The young monk who came to report hurriedly replied, looking very frightened and obviously frightened.

"What? You mean that Puzhi boy was defeated by one punch? "

A one legged old monk sitting on the throne looked serious, and so did several other old monks.

Although Puzhi breaks through the congenital environment with secret methods, its own potential has been exhausted, and there is almost no further possibility, but its own cultivation is a real congenital environment.

In addition, he has cultivated many 72 unique skills. His strength is not weak, but now he has been defeated by one punch.

To achieve this degree, at least the strong in the middle stage of congenital, or even the late stage of congenital.

When did they provoke such enemies in Shaomu temple?

"It was really defeated by one punch!"

Being watched by many giant Buddhists, the young monk's forehead was sweating, but he still stubbornly replied.

"Can you see what kind of martial arts the other party is using?"

The one legged old monk asked again.

"No... I didn't see it. The devil just punched at random. Shi Shuzu vomited blood and flew out. His chest was sunken for a long time."

The young monk hurried back, and the fear in his eyes was even worse, as if he remembered that terrible punch.

This answer made many old monks sit up straight, and their faces were frozen.

If you can beat the Puzhi in the early stage of congenital without revealing your martial arts skills, you are not a strong man in the middle stage of congenital, but a strong man in the late stage of congenital, and even a peerless strong man at the peak of congenital.

If so, there will be trouble.

"Ladies and gentlemen, follow the old monk to have a look!"

After a little thought, the one legged old monk got up and flew away with a Zen stick, and other old monks followed one after another.

A peerless strong man in the later stage of congenital, or even the peak of congenital, is enough for them to treat it carefully!

They are all great masters of the innate environment. Their body method speed is naturally not slow. They arrived at the place of the incident in a short time.

At the moment, there is a big pot at the gate of the inn. The hot soup in it keeps rolling. The Fat Chef of the inn nearby is crying and cutting mutton rolls with a knife.

On one side, Wang Hao kept picking up hot mutton in the hot soup with chopsticks.

That's right. He's just rinsing hot pot. It's great to rinse hot pot once in this winter.

Seeing the black lines all over the heads of the giant Buddhists coming from this scene, I feel that the guy in front of me is too arrogant.

"Hoo Hoo... You're just in time. The meat has just been rinsed. Would you like some?"

After swallowing the hot and spicy boiled mutton, Wang Hao invited several giant Buddhists, and his eyes focused more on the one legged old monk.

This is also a peerless strong man with a congenital peak. According to the information found from Lao Zhu's family, he should be the contemporary descendant of the sweeping monk of Shaomu temple.

Although the other party broke a leg, his strength should not be underestimated.

After looking at the sweeping monk, Wang Hao glanced at the other old monks one by one, and his heart was clear.

The Buddhist sect is really a powerful force second only to Confucianism and Taoism. There are as many as ten people who are the peerless strongmen at the peak of their birth, including the floor sweeping monk.

This is much better than the old Zhu family.

At present, the old Zhu family has only Comrade Zhu, a peerless strongman with a congenital peak, but there is no way. Compared with the powerful forces of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, which have been inherited for thousands of years, the old Zhu family's heritage is much shallower.

"Who the hell is your excellency? What are the grudges with me? "

Ignoring Wang Hao's invitation, the sweeping monk asked Chen Ning.

They must filter things out first, at least know the real intention of the other party, and force is only a last resort.

"Me! His name is Qiyu. He is a monk because of his interest. My ancestors really have some grudges with you Shaolin Temple! "

Wang Hao, who rinsed mutton, replied casually, and then continued to rinse mutton seriously. It seemed that the world was the largest. He almost ignored the floor sweeping monks and others.

As soon as these words came out, all the monks present turned cold.

Yes, this is their enemy!

"Your Excellency is from the Central Plains?"

Suddenly, the floor sweeper's heart moved and asked, and other giant Buddhists also had some ideas.

"Yes, from Jinling!"

He nodded back while eating hot mutton.

This answer disappointed the sweeping monk and others. It was obvious that this person was not the person they thought.

"Can the gratitude and resentment between your Excellency and my Shaomu temple be resolved?"

The sweeping monk asked again.

Seriously, he really doesn't want to fight with this mysterious man who doesn't know the depth. If he doesn't do well, it will end up losing both sides. Moreover, in this strange period, they really shouldn't make enemies with Shaomu temple and Buddhism.

If you can reconcile, it's best to reconcile, even if you pay some price.

Moreover, they have seen that although this person injured many monks, he did not take their lives. They were only seriously injured. Obviously, they were not dead enemies, so there was room for resolution.

"Of course it can be resolved. I came here to resolve this resentment!"

Wang Hao put down his chopsticks, nodded seriously, and waved to the Fat Chef to leave.

There will be a big war next. Fat Chef is just an ordinary person who knows a little Kung Fu, not even a third rate martial artist. It's quite dangerous to stay here.

The Fat Chef was relieved. He didn't even care about the ancestral fine iron kitchen knife and ran away.

The sweeping monk and others were delighted to hear Wang Hao's response, but when they heard the next words, they were all black.

"As long as you can catch my fist, don't worry, I will only use 50% of my strength. If you are more serious, you can't die."

Standing up, Wang Hao said seriously.

At the moment, his overall painting style began to change dramatically, and his previous appearance of cute salted fish changed into a hard-blooded man with hard lines. His eyebrows were sharp, which was just different from before.

"Arrogance!"

One Buddhist giant couldn't help shouting, and other Buddhist giants looked very bad.

When have they been humiliated like this? Do you really think they are monks and have no anger?

"Then you have to be careful, sir. If you die, don't blame me for being cruel!"

The floor sweeper also showed anger, obviously a little angry.

In this public, this guy had seriously beaten Puzhi and others to the ground, which had a great impact on their reputation of Shaomu temple. Now he threatened to take them down with one punch, and even arrogantly said that he would only use five points.

This is quite excessive!

If you don't teach this guy a painful lesson today, I'm afraid that their Shaomu temple and Buddhism will become the laughing stock of the whole world.

"You take this punch!"

Wang Hao said seriously. At the same time, the innate Qi in his body was first transformed into the power of masculinity through the boy's magic skill, and then transformed into blessing again according to the fake golden bell jar magic skill to achieve the power of masculinity and Yang.

Immediately, the dark golden innate Qi surged out and condensed into a huge energy clock of ten feet in its body. The vast energy hidden in it shocked the sweeping monks and other giant Buddhists.

This is not over yet. Wang Hao once again transformed his innate Qi according to the skill method of Yi Jin Jing, making his power surge again.

Finally, according to the Dharma of the Shanzhai version of the marrow washing Sutra, imagine the Golden Lotus Buddha treasure condensed by the Buddhist disciple in the memory of the past life.

With the thought of Golden Lotus Buddha treasure in Shenhai inner view, although there is no charm in it, it also shows extraordinary power. Under the influence of Golden Lotus Buddha treasure, the energy of golden bell in vitro increases sharply again.

At this step, Wang Hao forcibly compressed the energy golden bell of ten Zhang size until it was compressed into the size of a fist, enveloping the right fist like a glove.

Although it's a long story, everything just happened in a blink of an eye. When many monks around recovered, Wang Hao's fake version of a serious fist was ready.

"Are you ready?"

Wang Hao's fierce eyes swept to the sweeping monks and other giant Buddhists. Wang Hao was ready to explode.

However, although this trick was deduced by him last night, it was used for the first time. There was no precise control over its power, and I didn't expect it to be so terrible.

Now the stamp on his right fist makes him feel palpitating. Even if he changes back to his own body, he may not be able to resist it.

Now he is worried that he will kill the floor sweepers.

"These... These are Dharma's four magical skills? Are you Lord Yan thirteen? "

Seeing here, I can feel the breath of Wang haogang's just running Kung Fu. Many giant Buddhists are full of ignorance.

Without waiting for them to say anything, they felt the terrible smell of the fist and the sense of fatal crisis from their intuition of practicing martial arts for many years.

If they can't catch this punch, they will really die!

Seeing that Wang Hao has begun to slowly swing his right fist, and the Qi machine of himself and others has been locked, the people's faces have changed dramatically and dare not have other distractions. They hurried to show their strongest blow to meet the terrible blow that is about to break out.

No matter whether the other party is the Yan 13 or not, we have to wait until we have carried the punch.

"Buddha into hell!"

"Nine word truth!"

"The gods step on the sky!"

"Smile!"

"Futu fingerprints!"

"Prajna God Zen palm!"

……

Everyone knew that the attack was terrible. They didn't dare to have any reservation. They took out the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box and bombarded Wang Hao together.

Wang Hao, who was already ready, also slowly blew out his right fist. The fist seal transformed by the golden bell of energy blew out strongly and rolled towards the sweeping monk and others.

Yes, it's rolling!

The fist print changed from the golden bell of energy was only the size of a fist at first, but with the passage of time, it began to expand rapidly. In the twinkling of an eye, it turned into a size of ten feet, and even continued to expand.

In contrast, the sweeping monks and others are just a few mole ants, which are extremely small.

The breath shown by the terrible fist seal is more terrible, which makes the faces of sweeping monks and others locked in the Qi machine more ugly.

As for the monks around them, they were stunned. Then they were blown out by the strong wind swept by the energy fist seal. Even the strong in the master's realm were constantly regressed by the impact, and there were bursts of deadly sense of crisis.

The intuition of practicing martial arts for many years tells them that if they continue to stay here, they will be shocked to death by the coming aftershock. This is not the battle they can watch.