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Chapter 47 Don't Slap Your Face

The 18 bronze men of Shaolin Temple are rumored to prevent Shaolin disciples who have not achieved kung fu from going down the mountain and being defeated, which will insult Shaolin reputation. Therefore, the 18 bronze men are set up in front of the temple. If Shaolin disciples can defeat the bronze men, it means that their kung fu is superb.

Some people also say that the trees in Shaolin Temple attract wind, and there are some news when going up the mountain to kick the hall, so Eighteen bronze men set up to guard the gate of Shaolin Temple. Whether you enter or exit, you will be tested, and the difficulty of insects and ants is difficult.

On the one hand, considering the safety of Shaolin Temple, on the other hand, it also tests the ability of the disciples going down the mountain.

In short, no matter whether you go down the mountain or up the mountain, you are definitely not an incompetent person who can break through the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation. In the future, you will be a hero who will make the people of the Jianghu have a thumbs up!

By the same token, those who can become the Eighteen Bronze Man are the best people in the entire Shaolin Temple. In order to maintain the fresh blood of the Eighteen Bronze Man, Shaolin Temple has a very cruel assessment and selection of new people every year to keep the elderly alert. Therefore, those who can serve as the Eighteen Bronze Man can be said to be the essence of the entire temple.

Now Lin Feng is facing this kind of concentration and then concentrated - the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple!

Facing the eighteen bronze men with shiny foreheads and different shapes, Lin Feng patted his forehead helplessly. If his body could be kept at the level of a pirate or the real world, Lin Feng was still confident of venturing out, but at present, he was just an ordinary person's body, at most he had extraordinary arm strength.

It is quite difficult to win these Eighteen Bronze Man with her current body. Even though Lin Feng already has rich combat experience at the moment, the gap between the two is not so easy to smooth out.

Putting Meow Meow on the ground, Lin Feng took off his backpack and slowly walked towards the Eighteen Bronze Man who was already waiting for him.

"Huh~"

As the battle approached, Lin Feng breathed gently and tried to adjust his condition best.

"drink!"

Before Lin Feng could speak, the Eighteen Bronze Man had already taken the lead. However, the first test of the Eighteen Bronze Man did not rush forward, but instead divided three people to form the "Three Talents" formation and surrounded Lin Feng in the encirclement.

The Three-Cai Formation is a common formation on the battlefield in ancient times. The biggest advantage of this formation is that it is an integrated attack and defense, and can share pressure equally. If it faces one level higher or even two levels, this formation can kill the opponent.

The three bald monks did not politely to Lin Feng, and they were all in their efforts.

One of them fisted at Lin Feng and the other two bronze men standing beside him, one of them attacked the bottom lane and the other attacked Lin Feng's waist.

As soon as they took action, the three of them attacked together, giving Lin Feng no chance to breathe.

Lin Feng looked at the three of them, his eyes tightened, and there was no time to think, Lin Feng subconsciously made the most correct judgment he thought was.

With his hand reaching out to grab the bronze man attacking his waist, Lin Feng chose to resist the other two monks and stop the person in the middle.

The other two people's attacks were better, but if the middle one succeeded, Lin Feng could be said to be able to lose his combat power in an instant. Although other attacks were not good, he had to make a choice.

"Bang bang~"

Two muffled sounds came from Lin Feng, and he coughed lightly. Lin Feng suppressed the rolling blood and grabbed the bronze man who wanted to sneak attack his waist in his hand.

With a grin, Lin Feng raised his hand gently.

"Click~"

A crisp sound came, and the bronze man's arm in the middle fell. Because the other party had no intention of murder, Lin Feng just dislocated the other party's arm and found a master to take it back directly.

The purpose of Lin Feng doing this is to make the opponent lose his combat effectiveness as quickly as possible, and at the same time not to hurt the opponent.

When the dislocated bronze man gritted his teeth and withdrew from the Sancai Formation, the other bronze men had not yet reacted. They did not come to their senses until their companions walked by.

Looking at each other, the bronze men who had been together for more than ten years nodded in a sympathetic manner, leaving behind a bronze man who had been holding his arms for his companions. The other bronze men attacked with their arms.

Lin Feng broke the Three Talent Formation. Before he could be proud, his face instantly pulled down. Looking at the bronze man rushing up, Lin Feng screamed bitterly in his heart, hoping that he would not play too much in his dreams.

When the sixteen people came together, Lin Feng's pressure became countless times instantly. Even if he was not as strict as defense, he immediately became more loopholes and was in turmoil.

These sixteen people obviously kept their hands, but even so, Lin Feng can't stand this round of fierce attacks now.

"Bang bang~"

Lin Feng staggered forward two steps, but at this time he didn't care about the bronze man behind him. Looking at the bronze man in front of him, Lin Feng reached out to grab it. He wanted to use the same trick again to consume the opponent's combat power.

It’s a pity that the other party clearly saw through Lin Feng’s plan and did not give him any opportunity to take advantage of it. Before Lin Feng’s hands touched the other party, someone interrupted him.

"Bang bang bang~"

Lin Feng's body was as if he was being beaten by a ball, kicking around and in a mess.

After staggering forward two steps, Lin Feng finally seized a gap. When the other party didn't react, a donkey rolled away from the encirclement of everyone.

“Hohu~”

Lin Feng, who was able to breathe, was panting like a bellows, and was very terrifying.

"If you could use 'shaving' at this time, you might not be so embarrassed, and you could even kill these monks." Lin Feng couldn't help but recall the benefits of using shaving.

Although she is not very powerful at this moment, she treats a dead horse as a living horse, so Lin Feng still needs to try it.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng stepped hard under his feet, causing a gust of wind to explode, but his figure was indeed motionless.

"Move!"

After barely avoiding the opponent's attack, Lin Feng's movements under his feet never stopped. According to the memories in his mind, Lin Feng almost broke his foot, but unfortunately he still couldn't do it, but it was still different from the last time.

"I offended the abbot and wanted to leave!"

Just when Lin Feng was about to try again, a loud shout came from behind him. Before Lin Feng could turn his head, he felt something was being kidnapped by the back of his head.

The severe pain made Lin Feng lose his balance in an instant and staggered to the ground. Only then did Lin Feng realize that the bronze man who had just dislocated his arm actually held a folding stool in his hand.

"Eighteen Bronze Men in Shaolin Temple!"

Seeing Lin Feng lying on the ground, the eighteen bronze men shouted in an instant, and then nine of them took out their weapons like magic.

Climbing to the ground, Lin Feng seemed to have understood what he had happened, but how could Lin Feng be? How could a man with a strong standing beggar surrender to force?

Lin Feng glared at the Eighteen Bronze Man and shouted loudly, "Brothers, don't slap in the face!"

(End of this chapter)
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