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As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Bukong did not hold back. He suddenly moved and attacked the two martial monks.
His first move was the first set of fist techniques that he had to learn when he entered the Shaolin Temple.
Coincidentally, what he was doing now was also to break into Shaolin.
Using the Shaolin Fist Technique to challenge Shaolin could be said to complement each other.
Although the two monks guarding the mountain gate were skilled in martial arts, they were only third-rate figures in the Jianghu.
And Wang Bukong's current strength was a genuine Master level.
There was only one outcome for a Master against a third-rate character, and that was to be killed in an instant.
With two bangs, the two monks were sent flying into the mountain gate without being able to withstand even one move.
Of course, Wang Bukong had brought Lin Pingzhi here to be his disciple, not to cause trouble, so he knew what to do.
Although the two monks suffered a bit from this move, they didn't suffer any injuries.
After getting up, the two monks looked at Wang Bukong again, their eyes filled with fear and shock.
"Who are you, and why do you know our kung fu?" the fat monk asked.”
"Guess?" Wang Bukong smiled.
These words were obviously a joke and immediately made the fat monk extremely angry.
"You're not from our temple," the thin warrior monk said in a deep voice."How dare you secretly learn our martial arts? Your crime is unforgivable."”
"Then I really want to see what kind of unforgivable crime it is." Wang Bukong said with a playful expression.”
"Just you wait," said the thin monk.
After saying that, he turned around and ran inside, obviously to call for help.
Lin Pingzhi was stunned as he witnessed the aftermath."I always thought that Savior was from Shaolin Temple. I never expected that he really had nothing to do with Shaolin Temple. However, where did he learn his superb Shaolin martial arts?”
"Dong dong dong…"
Just as Lin Pingzhi was feeling puzzled, a series of continuous bell chimes suddenly sounded in the Shaolin Temple.
Immediately after, twenty to thirty monks filed out of the mountain gate. Each of them held a staff that was as tall as their eyebrows. They were full of vigor and vitality.
Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi was shocked and quickly said,"Benefactor, why don't we forget about it?"
Wang Bukong said," We've come a long way. How can we just let it go like this? Hide to the side first. Leave the matters here to me."”
Lin Pingzhi had no choice but to hide to the side.
At this moment, a burly warrior monk stepped out and shouted,""Who are you…"
"Stop!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Bukong interrupted,""Since you've already set up such a formation, don't talk nonsense. Let's fight.”
The burly monk was stunned at first, then he said in a deep voice,"Arhat Staff Formation, rise!"
"Ta…"
As his voice fell, eighteen monks immediately stepped out of the crowd. Three people in a group, divided into six groups, surrounded Wang Bukong.
"Huff huff…"
After surrounding Wang Bukong, the eighteen martial monks brandished the Eyebrow Rod in their hands like the wind. The sound of the long rod breaking through the air could be heard without end.
"What an Arhat Staff Formation."
Wang Bukong praised. Then, his body moved, and he punched the three monks to the east. It was Arhat Presents Treasure.
However, just as his fist momentum reached the three monks in the east, six long sticks suddenly came from the southeast and northeast. Three long sticks clamped his fist momentum and three long sticks attacked his lower body. These six long staffs, whether it was the timing of the attack or the tacit understanding, they were all just right, as if they had practiced it thousands of times.
Wang Bukong didn't dare to underestimate him. He hurriedly crossed his steps and used the Plum Blossom Dome Footwork to dodge.
"Huff huff huff!"
At this moment, three gusts of wind suddenly came from behind him. The three monks from the west suddenly attacked.
Wang Bukong had just dodged the attacks from the southeast and northeast, and before he could recover, it was already unrealistic for him to use the Quincuncus Piles footwork again.
Therefore, he could only gather a mouthful of true qi and forcefully shift his body sideways. It was the Greater Teleportation movement technique.
At the same time, Wang Bukong finally found an opening in the south. Then, without thinking, he directly pushed out with his palm. It was the Great Strength Vajra Palm.
"Boom!"
As soon as he struck out with his palm, the palm force was vast and mighty, and the sound of the palm force breaking through the air was incomparably terrifying.
Seeing Wang Bukong's astonishing palm strike, the burly monk's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly shouted,"Arhat Demon Subduing!"
As he shouted, the formation suddenly changed. Six long staffs attacked from the southeast and southwest. Three long staffs attacked from the left and three long staffs attacked from the right. They were like two poisonous dragons that had come out of their caves, trying to restrain Wang Bukong's attack. However, was Wang Bukong that easy to suppress? Of course not. Wang Bukong's palm strike did not change. Suddenly, he grunted. With a " dong " sound, a golden ancient bell quickly appeared outside his body. The six long sticks struck the bell at the same time and were instantly blocked.
"Golden Bell Shield! He actually mastered this divine technique?"
When he saw this scene, the burly monk was stunned.
Right at this moment, Wang Bukong's palm attack had already arrived.
There was a dull thud. The long staffs in the hands of the three monks in the south were broken at the same time. The three monks were also sent flying. Each of them spat out blood and could no longer move. After sending the three monks to the south flying, the Arhat Staff Formation formed by eighteen people had lost a corner. Without this corner, there were many loopholes in the operation of the formation.
Immediately, Wang Bukong did not stand on ceremony and followed suit.
After a few breaths, the eighteen monks were all lying on the ground, wailing in pain.
Fortunately, Wang Bukong held back. Although these monks were heavily injured, their lives were not in danger.
"Thief, don't be arrogant. Let This Penniless Monk fight you.”
Seeing that the Arhat Staff Formation had been broken, the burly monk finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He shouted loudly and pretended to fight Wang Bukong.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, an old and deep voice stopped the burly monk.
Immediately after, an old monk with white eyebrows and beard slowly walked out of the mountain gate.
Beside the old monk was a middle-aged monk in his fifties.
The old monk was none other than Fang Zheng, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. The middle-aged monk beside him was his junior brother, Fang Sheng.
Walking out of the mountain gate, Monk Fang Zheng first looked at the martial monks lying on the ground, then turned to look at Wang Bukong. After carefully sizing up Wang Bukong, he said,""This old monk Fang Zheng greets benefactor. I wonder if the martial arts that benefactor used just now were our Shaolin Sect's Golden Bell Shield and Great Strength Vajra Palm?”
"Old monk, your eyesight is not bad," Wang Bukong said."It's the Golden Bell Shield and the Great Strength Vajra Palm.”
"Could you tell me where you learned the ultimate technique of our sect?" Monk Fangzheng asked again.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the system notification sounded in Wang Bukong's mind.
"Beep! New selection has been generated. Please take note!”
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