MTL - Wanderer of Myriad Worlds-Chapter 76 Tiger head

Time passed by bit by bit, Fang Qingshan had attacked hundreds of punches towards the old monk.

Every punch hit the past, like Huang Zhongda Lu, deafening.

But how can the bell strike when it strikes?

Although the old monk did not make a move, Fang Qingshan not only did not take the slightest advantage, but was exhausted, sweating, pale, and even shaking his steps.

"Duan Duan, he will be fine!"

I saw Fang Qingshan's condition seemed a bit wrong, and Abi could not help asking.

"Brother, he is fine,"

Duan Yu shook his head. At this moment, he also saw that his cheap brother was not doing useless work, but used the hands of an old monk to polish his martial arts, so he comforted, "Relax, it will end soon. Now. "

I attacked Bai Shiquan, and Fang Qingshan's fist was first and foremost. After reaching a peak, he started to go downhill, but his momentum was a little bit more cohesive and more and more powerful.

Finally, at a certain moment, Fang Qingshan's momentum was condensed to the limit, but the boxing power that had been depressed to the extreme was rising rapidly. For a time, Fang Qingshan's whole person seemed to grow taller out of thin air, and the whole person looked like a god. Faintly see the five dragons and five elephants lingering around him, unpredictable.

Qi Fang Qingshan's eyes were dumb, and he punched with one punch, aiming to punch first, as if to hit with instinct completely.

slow!

very slow!

It seems that Fang Qingshan is playing Tai Chi, and everyone can clearly see it.

But no one despises this punch, no matter it's as powerful as Li Gonggong, or the insidious Jianghu Soy Sauce Party, passers-by, they see Fang Qingshan's punch like a dragon, like a elephant, like a mountain.

Fang Qingshan's five-finger fist, with golden light on his fist, dragon horn elephant trunk, condensed into one body, as Fang Qingshan's fist fell, it seemed like Taishan pushed the top, the force was sinking, and it was indestructible.

Click!

For the first time, the three-foot air wall of the old monk made an overwhelming sound, but saw that the air wall of Guanghua had begun to spread like cracks in spider webs.

"what!"

Seeing this scene, the old monk could not help but whisper, a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.

At first he did not know why Fang Qingshan made such a simple request, but with Fang Qingshan's attack, the momentum became stronger and stronger, the old monk discovered that Fang Qingshan wanted to be himself a sharpening stone.

In this regard, as long as the crisis in Shaolin can be resolved, the old monk naturally has no objection, so he directly released the three-foot air wall, regardless of Fang Qingshan's attack, recitation of the Buddhist scriptures.

In his opinion, although Fang Qingshan is powerful, but wants to break through his defense, at least there is still a gap.

But where did I know, but Zhancha Kung Fu, Fang Qingshan actually made such progress.

Although after this punch, he also exhausted all his strength and became a fish on the board, which can be slaughtered by anyone, but being able to make such a peak punch, obviously, his purpose of sharpening has been achieved.

The old monk stood up slowly, and the fragmented air wall was instantly renewed.

Fang Qingshan, who took the last punch, returned to God, but he didn't care about winning or losing. He recalled a little smile on his face.

Fighting is indeed the best teacher.

Through the fight with Li Gonggong, especially the old monk, Fang Qingshan's dragon elephant Prajna Gong has been sharpened like never before.

Although he has n’t practiced yet, Fang Qingshan knows that even if he has n’t practiced the great movements, the practice time of the sixth floor of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong will be greatly reduced.

Qi Fang Qingshan banged a hundred punches, especially the last punch, which consumed a lot of energy and spirit. Now, when he relaxed, a cricket almost fell to the ground.

As soon as the old monk waved his hand, his energy was holding him firmly.

"Son, are you okay!"

Azhu, Abi, Duan Yu saw Fang Qingshan almost fell to the ground, his heart was tight, and he ran over to help him.

"Thank you Master for your success!" Fang Qingshan waved his hand and saluted the old monk respectfully.

"It's just a chance for the donor!" The old monk smiled slightly.

施 "Donor, Shaolin is a clean place for the Buddha, please come back!"

He solved Fang Qingshan, and the old monk turned his head to Li Gong and said.

Just now, when Fang Qingshan was exhausted, Grandpa Li could hardly resist the urge to shoot.

Qi Fang Qingshan is so young, but Xiu Wei is already so tall, and then let him grow up, it is almost impossible for the father-in-law to imagine what else can suppress him.

He threatens to obliterate and sprout, which is what he wants to do most.

Unfortunately, reality does not allow it, the old monk does not allow him to be killed by Shaolin, and naturally he will not allow him to attack Fang Qingshan.

After all, there is a court behind him, and Fang Qingshan also has a happy party behind him.

Although it is inappropriate to compare a martial art with a country, if the country does not survive or die, there are various compromises, and the martial arts pays more attention to personal will.

Once Fang Qingshan was killed in Shaolin, one can imagine that the wrath of Wu Yazi and others is that there is an old monk, and Shaolin Temple is definitely no better than to provoke the court.

"it is good!"

Since things are irresistible, Gong Li will not be tangled ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Morning ceremony for the old monk, then turned and left.

At this moment, Murongbo and others can only watch him disappear into the sky.

施 "The donor said that there is still another martial art to ask, I don't know what martial art is?"

The father-in-law was sent away, and the old monk could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fang Qingshan and the father-in-law were two tigers intolerable, and it was easy to fire.

While I was relaxing, the old monk couldn't help but be curious.

Qi Fang Qingshan is not a person without a background, but behind him there are three peerless masters of Wuyazi. What martial arts are they can not point to, but also ask themselves for advice?

"Master, this is not the place to talk, let's change places!"

Fang Qingshan looked around for a week and smiled at the old monk.

"It's the old one, no, please ask the donor to follow me to the Scripture Pavilion."

When the old monk heard the words for a moment, he laughed.

He followed, and after giving a gift to Chao Xuanci, they took Fang Qingshan and disappeared in front of everyone.

The protagonists on the market disappeared, and Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan stared at each other, each hiding.

Wu Shaolin was going to show up with the grandeur of Gu Su Murong's house, but did not want the hero convention to be out of his control.

Fortunately, the purpose of Shaolin is also achieved today. With an old monk, Shaolin has a strong backer, and the court will not send Shaolin at will.

Wu Shaolin didn't hold it anymore, and naturally, Murong Fu would have no opinion.

The protagonists of the Hero Convention did not want to be held accountable. Although some of them were embarrassed and others inevitably had some regrets, but they have seen Fang Qingshan, Li Gonggong, Duan Yu, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Murong Fu, etc., and it is enough to brag for a while.