Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

"Sister Quan...why are you still talking to your husband?" Fang Yi said angrily.

"Okay, okay, Miss Zeng, if you have nothing else to do, please go back. I have a lot of things to do, and it has been delayed for a long time."

Qin Fan then turned and left with the girls.

Zeng Rou bit her red lips in melancholy for a long time before quietly following.

......

Qin Fan and his party are in Shaoshi Mountain, Songshan Mountain.

Take the four girls to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Unknowingly came to Shaolin Temple.

"Ding! The task is announced: single-handedly challenge Shaolin Temple, 10 taels of silver."

Qin Fan was taken aback, and came to the task again.

"System, why is there no internal strength reward this time?"

"The host's skill is already the limit of this world, and there will be no growth in this world."

"What should I do?"

"The host can only continue to improve in the next advanced world."

"All right!"

"I remember Wu Chi Chengguan is the only one in Shaolin today, but this guy himself said that his internal strength is mediocre, I'm afraid his Zen finger strength is no more than that."

Qin Fan has some expectations and some disappointments for the current Shaolin Temple.

"Sir, it is said that the world's martial arts come from Shaolin. Is there any eminent monk here who is better than you?" The little princess came to Shaolin for the first time, and she was very curious.

"Although Shaolin is mysterious and has a long history, I'm afraid there will be no masters who can match the young master." Su Quan said it to the point, and she even wanted to say that her young master is already invincible.

Not long after, the young monk who went in to report came out with the abbot.

Standing behind the abbot is Chengguang, the first seat of the Prajna Hall, and the eighteen Arhats of the Arhat Hall, which are basically all the high-level combat forces of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha, the benefactor asked the young monk in the temple to inform the old monk that he threatened to single out Shaolin."

"Although I, Shaolin, don't like fighting, I can't let Shaolin's millennium reputation be ruined."

"This is Chengguang, the first seat in my Shaolin Prajna Palm, let him fight with the benefactor."

Cheng Guang clasped his hands together and bowed, saying:

"Amitabha, please benefactor."

Although Cheng Guang claims to be well-versed in martial arts all over the world, he has never actually fought. Qin Fan loses interest when he thinks of this, but he has to fight because of the mission.

"I heard that old monk, you have practiced one-finger meditation for 42 years, and I come to experience it!"

After Qin Fan finished speaking, he raised his hand, and Monk Chengguang reacted very quickly, flicking his fingers.

The rippling fluctuations can be vaguely seen with the naked eye, and they just collide together like this.

boom--!

Nine Suns Divine Art easily resisted the opponent's finger force.

"how is this possible?"

Cheng Guang's originally confident, wrinkled old face was filled with shock.

puff--!

At the same time, Cheng Guang received Qin Fan's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Your palm strength is the best in the world! No, it should be said that your internal strength is the best in the world!"

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party wasn't a Shaolin disciple, he would have knelt down to worship his master immediately.What a pity, what a pity!

"It turned out that the old man was mistaken. The little benefactor's internal strength may have reached the state of perfection. I, Shaolin, can only bully the less with more."

The abbot took a step forward and pulled the injured monk Chengguang back, and then all the eighteen arhats holding long sticks jumped up and surrounded Qin Fan.

"You monks are so shameless. The old monk was defeated before. Now you bully more than you say, and you are all armed with weapons."

The two women who had been watching in the dark for a long time jumped out with a sense of justice, drew their swords and pointed at the abbot and scolded.

Qin Fan had already noticed that there were two people peeping not far away, but he just didn't bother to respond.

When turning her head to look at the other party, one of the women also looked at herself.

Looking at each other, Qin Fan suddenly became short of breath.

What a beautiful woman, with shaved shoulders, unbearable waist, beautiful crystal clear eyes, and delicate skin like white jade.

A smile that captivates the city, and a smile that captivates the nation.

The women around Qin Fan paled in comparison.

"Thank you girl for speaking up, but in the face of real strength, having too many people doesn't necessarily work."

boom--!

Qin Fan stepped on the ground, and the ground cracked inch by inch in an instant, spreading for dozens of meters.

The Eighteen Arhats surrounding Qin Fan were accidentally knocked into the sky by this force.

The teacher, sister and two daughters on the side are shining again and again.

"I didn't expect to see a great hero with peerless martial arts." The junior sister pursed her thin lips lightly, with a look of admiration on her face.

"I just don't know who is stronger or weaker than Master Lai." The senior sister also nodded appreciatively.

On the other side, it was not enough for Qin Fan to beat Eighteen Arhats to the ground, so he continued to beat Abbot Hui Cong.

It's just that he is still far behind Cheng Guan, how can he stop him?

When he couldn't stand up anymore, the system's notification sound finally sounded.

"Ding! The task is completed, and the rewards will be issued!"

Qin Fan restrained the joy on his face and cupped his hands to the monks of Shaolin Temple:

"I'm Qin Fan. I was offended for a while."

Abbot Huicong was still unable to move at this time, so he lay down on the ground with a wry smile and said:

"The donor's skill is profound, and few people in the world can match it. I, Shaolin Temple, lost, Amitabha."

It doesn't matter if you admit defeat, the pilgrims watching the battle will be fried.

"Didn't you say that Shaolin Temple's martial arts are the best in the world? To be singled out by a son who is only [-] years old?"

"Isn't it? This son seems to be called Qin Fan? This battle is likely to shock the martial arts world and become famous all over the world."

"It turns out his name is Qin Fan..." Junior Sister Jumei said happily to herself.

Qin Fan didn't bother to pay attention to these melon eaters, and left with a few girls.

Seeing this, the beautiful junior sister immediately panicked, she no longer cared about being reserved and shouted into the air:

"Master Qin, my name is Chen Ke, you must remember."

"We will definitely meet again."

Qin Fan was taken aback when he heard the words, and secretly said:

"Is it really Ake?"