Wanderer of Myriad Worlds

As time passed bit by bit, Fang Qingshan had already attacked the old monk hundreds of punches.

Each strike passes, just like Yellow Bell Great Sound, deafening.

But even though the hammer of the bell rings, how can it break the bell?

Although the old monk didn’t make a single move, Fang Qingshan not only didn’t take advantage of it, but he was half tired, sweaty, complexion pale, and even his feet swayed a little.

“Duan Young Master, Young Master, he will be fine!”

Looking at Fang Qingshan’s state, it seems that something is wrong, A’bi can’t help but ask worriedly.

“Senior Brother has nothing to do with him,”

Duan Yu shook the head. At this moment, he also saw that his cheap Senior Brother was not doing useless work. I borrowed the hands of the old monk to polish my martial arts, so I was comforted, “Don’t worry, it will be over soon.”

He attacked Baishi punches, Fang Qingshan’s punch strength, first press forward, No stronghold one cannot overcome, when it reaches a peak, it starts to go downhill, but the imposing manner is a little bit cohesive, getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, at a certain moment, Fang Qingshan’s imposing manner was condensed to the limit. The original fist strength that had been sluggish to the extreme rose rapidly. For a while, Fang Qingshan seemed to grow taller out of thin air. At the end, the whole person resembles a god and a devil, and five dragons and five elephants can be seen looming around him, unpredictable.

Fang Qingshan Both eyes are spiritless, punched out, intended to strike first, as if it were completely instinctive.

Slow!

Slow!

Just like Fang Qingshan is playing Primal Chaos Fist, everyone can see it clearly.

But no one underestimated this fist, whether it was as powerful as the father-in-law, or the quack soy sauce party with no vision, passers-by, they saw Fang Qingshan this fist, like a dragon, like an elephant, like a mountain.

Fang Qingshan makes a fist with five fingers, with golden light glowing on the fist, dragon horn trunk, condensed into one body, as Fang Qingshan’s fist falls, it looks like Mount Tai is pressing on the top, and the force is heavy, no stronghold one cannot overcome .

ka ka ka!

For the first time, the old monk’s three-foot gas wall made an overwhelming sound, but the original brilliance of the gas wall began to spread like spider web cracks.

“Yi!”

Seeing this scene, the old monk couldn’t help but lightly exclaimed, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes.

At first, he didn’t know why Fang Qingshan made such a simple request, but with Fang Qingshan’s attack, the imposing manner became stronger and stronger, and the old monk realized that Fang Qingshan wanted to make himself When grinding blade stone.

As long as Shaolin’s crisis can be resolved, the old monk naturally has no objections, so he directly released a three-foot wall of air, regardless of Fang Qingshan’s attacks, each minding their own business by reciting Buddhist scriptures.

According to his thoughts, Fang Qingshan is powerful, but he wants to break through his own defense, at least there is still a little gap.

No one knows, but Fang Qingshan has made such progress.

Although he exhausted all his energy after this fist, he became a fish on the board and was slaughtered by others, but he was able to hit such a Peak punch. Obviously, his goal of sharpening has been achieved.

The old monk slowly stood up, and the originally fragmented air wall instantly took on a new look.

Fang Qingshan, who hit the last punch, came back to his senses, but he didn’t care about the outcome at all. After a slight memory, he couldn’t help showing a faint smile on his face.

The battle really deserves to be the best Teacher.

Fang Qingshan’s Dragon-Elephant Prajña Merit has been tempered as never before through the fight with Grandpa Li, especially the old monk.

Although there is no cultivation yet, Fang Qingshan knows that even if there is no cultivation universe greater teleportation, the cultivation time of the Dragon-Elephant Prajña Merit Sixth Layer will be greatly reduced.

Fang Qingshan blasted a hundred punches, especially the last punch, which consumed a lot of essence, qi and spirit. Now he relaxed, staggered, but almost fell to the ground.

The old monk waved his hand, but a burst of vigor held him firmly.

“Young Master, are you okay!”

A’Zhu, A’bi, Duan Yu saw Fang Qingshan almost fell to the ground, his heart was tight, and he ran over quickly Support him.

“Many thanks master!” Fang Qingshan waved his hand and gave a salute to the old monk respectfully.

“That’s all, is also the chance of the donor!” The old monk faintly smiled.

“Donor, Shaolin is the place where Buddhism is pure, please come back!”

After solving Fang Qingshan, the old monk turned his head and said to Grandpa Li.

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

Fang Qingshan is so young, but the cultivation base is already so high, let him grow, Li Gonggong is almost unimaginable and what else can suppress him.

To obliterate and sprout the threat, this is what he wants to do most.

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

After all, he has the court behind him, and Fang Qingshan also has Carefree Sect behind him.

Although it is a little inappropriate to compare a sect with a country, if the country is not for survival, there are various compromises, and sect pays more attention to personal will.

Once Fang Qingshan is killed by Shaolin, you can imagine the anger of Wuyazi and the others is that there are old monks, and Shaolin Temple is definitely not better than the court.

“Okay!”

Since the matter cannot be violated, Grandpa Li will not be entangled. He gave a salute to the old monk, then turned and left.

Now Murong Bo and the others can only watch him disappear into the sky.

“The donor said that there is another martial arts to ask, I don’t know what martial arts is?”

The old monk could not help but sighed in relief, Fang Qingshan and Li The father-in-law is simply two tigers who cannot tolerate the mountain, and it is easy to miss the gun.

While relaxing, the old monk couldn’t help being a little curious.

Fang Qingshan is not a person without a background. Behind him are three peerless experts of Wuyazi. What martial arts they can’t point to, and they have to ask for advice?

“Master, this is not a place to talk, let’s change a place!”

Fang Qingshan looked around for a week and said with a smile to the old monk.

“It’s not Lao Nun anymore. Please also ask the donor to follow me to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.”

The old monk was stunned for a while, and then said with a smile.

Following, after Chao Xuanci gave a salute, they took Fang Qingshan and disappeared in front of everyone instantly.

All the protagonists on the field disappeared. Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan looked at each other and disappeared.

Shaolin was planning to follow Gusu Murong Family to show his prestige, but he didn’t want the hero meeting to start before it was out of his control.

Fortunately, Shaolin’s goal has been achieved today. With the presence of an old monk, Shaolin will have a strong backing, and the court will not send Shaolin casually.

Shaolin will not be held accountable, and Murong Fu will naturally have no opinion.

The protagonists of the Hero Conference don’t want to be held accountable anymore. Although some tiger’s head and snake’s tail, others will inevitably have some regrets, but they have seen Fang Qingshan, Grandpa Li, Duan Yu, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Murong Fu And the others shot, enough to brag for a while.