When the monks in Shaolin saw Fang Ming was going to use his real skills, they thought it was a shocking magical skill, but unexpectedly, they were the most ordinary Shaolin monks who could practice the Shaolin Long Fist, which could be used to slap the strength of their muscles and bones!

"Break through the thirty-three long fist of Shaolin!"

Fang Ming made a fist stance, but his mind seemed to have returned to the world of the Deer and the Cauldron. In the Shaolin Temple there, the first set of fist and foot martial arts he learned was this Shaolin Long Fist!

"Fate is born and destroyed, starting from here, ending from here!"

Fang Ming chose Shaolin Temple in the first place. In addition to being orderly inherited and rich in martial arts, his last goal was the Tianlong Sweeping Monk!

He started out in Shaolin martial arts. After he practiced to great success, his best reference was the sweeping monk in front of him!

The other party is the highest achiever of Jin Buddhist martial arts, which will inevitably be of great help to his Shaolin Kung Fu.

If I had chosen other sects at that time, there would be no such good master to let me practice.

"The donor is actually good at the Zen skills of this temple!" The monk swept the floor looked strange. He could see that Jiumozhi, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and others were practicing 72 unique skills, but Fang Ming's martial arts skills were too high. If he didn't show it on purpose, he wouldn't be able to see it.

After a strange look on the face of the monk, the sweeping monk sighed again: "With a body, the Yijin Sutra and the 72 unique skills, even if the Buddhist son is just like this, since the layman has a connection with my Buddha, why should he destroy the Buddha?"

"My body is Buddha, and everything else is nothing more than the evil demons and heretics!"

Fang Ming laughed and said deviant words. Mu Ran punched out, and under the wind of fists, the air seemed to be pressed into glass, smashed out like a cannonball, and there was a loud bang between the sky and the earth, as if it was a bolt from the blue.

The sweeping monk drew a circle with his hands. Facing Fang Ming's punch that was even more terrifying than the previous thousand swords, he did not dare to neglect at all. He even emitted a faint golden light from his body, and the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art was fully utilized.

Boom!

The fists and palms were intersecting, and suddenly there was another loud noise. The sweeping monk turned into a black shadow and smashed into the Shaolin Zen Temple, breaking a big hole in the wall.

"Come again!"

Fang Ming's feet were like wind, and he flashed to the side of the wall of the Shaolin Ancient Temple, and another palm!

"The power of the Great Vajra palm!"

As the monks screamed, the original walls of several feet collapsed, and bricks and stones splashed, turning into hidden weapons in the sky and smashing towards the monk sweeping the floor.

The monk Gao Xuan of the sweeping monk retreated again and again, but Fang Ming was unreasonable. He used his fists, palms and legs in one go, and seventy-two unique skills were continuously used.

Dragon claw hand, big stele hand, Prajna palm, Thousand-handed Tathagata method, Iron finger Zen, like shadows following the legs, No form of kalpa finger...

The Shaolin Xuan monks and Jiumozhi and others naturally practiced seventy-two unique skills, but at this time, they saw that Fang Ming used the moves not only more exquisite, but each move carries the power of Shi Potian, and their faces were shocked.

With a loud bang, Fang Ming had already broken up one Zen temple after another with the sweeping monks, causing Shaolin monks to run away with their heads and hide, and finally hit the Main Hall.

This is the main hall of Shaolin, which also enshrines the Buddhas of the three generations and are solemn in the treasure.

"Receive my move again!"

Fang Ming used the Yijin Jing to control the seventy-two unique skills. At this time, he picked it up with the sweeping monk as a reference. He has actually reached the highest peak of monks in all dynasties.

With a long laugh, I suddenly came to the three Buddha statues and slapped them out with my palms.

"A big stele of grinding wheel!"

Rumble!

The Medicine Buddha in the east and the Amitabha Buddha statue in the west immediately flew up from the rosette, pressing down on the monk like two small hills.

"Don't move my Buddhist body absurdly!"

The sweeping monk was shocked and said, with a palm on his left and right, the sound of bone cracks came from his arm bones, but the two Buddha statues flew out flat and collided with both walls.

"Not bad, pick up my leg again!"

The Buddhas of the Three Ages had passed away, and Fang Ming's figure flashed and flew up again. The statue of Sakyamuni, the largest central center, fell down like the collapse of the pillar of heaven.

The monk sweeping the ground supported the sky with his hands, as if he was holding the Buddha statue up to the heavenly king, but his feet were deeply sunk into the ground, and the soil layer was buried directly on his knees.

Hurry!

Fang Ming flew out again, and the light of a half-moon flashed in the void.

Woo woo...

There seemed to be a burst of ghost crying in the Great Hall. Fang Ming roared with a knife and slashed out with one knife, as if he was in the mortal world, and the evil ghost was asking for his life!

Hurry!

The Buddha statue of Sakyamuni cracked from the middle, and the figure of the sweeping monk appeared.

"What a powerful sword technique, the donor can actually deter such a terrifying magic sword into the craft of the shadow-following leg. The old monk admires it!"

The sweeping monk said calmly, forming lotus seals with both hands, and fell cross-legged, his eyebrows suddenly cracked, and he was already exhausted!

The ancestral orifice between the eyebrows is the real nature of the true nature. Once it is broken, even the master will be distracted and there is no reason to be lucky.

“The master is easy to walk along!”

The monk sweeping the floor had reached the level of a master. Even though he was exhausted, his body still looked lifelike and his face was rosy, which was no different from a living person.

"The golden body of the Arhat!"

Fang Ming saw this scene, but it was strange that the monk sweeping the floor had already practiced Buddhist Zen to the extreme. Vajra was indestructible and water and fire were not invaded. Even if it was left for a hundred years, it was not gold or jade, neither wood nor stone. If you put on a cassock, you were qualified to be worshipped as the Buddha's golden body by later generations!

In the world of Huang Yi, Guang Chengzi passed away in the temple of the God of War. His golden body was immortal for thousands of years and in the world of turning the rain, the magician Pang Ban's master Meng Chixing sat and transformed into a body without rotting. He had to use the fire of the kiln to refine it for several days and nights before it turned into ashes. It was like a miracle, which also inspired Pang Ban's supreme goal and motivation to move forward!

Even if the golden body of the sweeping monk at this time is not as good as the two in front, it is definitely not far from that of them.

If Master Fang Ming had not achieved great success in the Wanjie Sword and integrated his own martial arts, and issued a Shadow-like follower of Wanjie Sword that transcended the realm, it would probably not be so simple to defeat or even kill the other party.

"Ah! Main Hall, the Buddha of the Three Ages!"

Xuanci, Tianshan Tonglao and others came and looked at this scene, they were really stunned.

"The Monk!"

Xu Zhu saw the sweeping monk sitting cross-legged, but he pulled Xuanci's sleeve and sobbed, "He...he's dead..."

"Amitabha, this nameless monk was reborn in the Western Paradise, and had great merits and achievements. He was a great arhat and a great bodhisattva, and enjoyed endless blessings. Why should a fool cry?"

Xuanci was completely lost in his thoughts, but he felt quite enlightened.

Other monks of the Shaolin Xuan generation are not as high as him. Seeing that the last hope is gone, it is really like a loss of his parents.

"Don Donor!"

Xuan Ci looked at Fang Ming: "A misunderstanding twenty-five years ago has been very involved today, and it is a mess of casualties. I am guilty of being a serious crime. I hope to take action quickly..."

"Monkey Xuanci, I think you made one mistake!"

Fang Ming curled his lips: "I came to Shaolin this time just to meet this master and make friends with martial arts! Who knew that you all had to play with you one by one, one by one, and one by one, and you made such a big formation, so I had to reluctantly play with you!"

"What?"

The monks looked at each other in shock, and even more annoyed and regretful. They all looked like various things.

It turned out that Fang Ming asked Duan Yu to send a message, which said that he would visit the Shaolin Holy Monk and learn about martial arts. They all thought that they were a monk of the Shaolin Xuan generation. They never thought that Fang Ming really wanted to see, but an old monk in the Sutra Pavilion.

Since then, he has been like a frightened bird and has invited foreign players to cause trouble today.

"If you hadn't found so many people to block the way, I was actually going to go to Shaolin alone and leave after finishing martial arts..."

Fang Ming said lightly, but the Shaolin monks were almost vomiting blood!

After all, the heroes and heroes who were killed and injured in front, and the Shaolin Zen Temple that were destroyed in ruins are still vivid in my mind!

"Amitabha, that's it!"

Xuanci immediately believed it because the other party had the advantage at this time, so there was no need to deceive them.

"I'm a little deeper than my blood. I'm really speechless to see you all Gao Yi!"

Xuan Ci's two lines of clear tears slowly descended, but the Central Plains heroes who were killed and injured next to him were full of disgust. They thought we thought that the Central Plains martial arts world was in danger, so we were in a stern way. Who knew that in the end it was a huge misunderstanding, and we would block the disaster for you Shaolin for nothing. This joke was too big.

In fact, Fang Ming also has a responsibility for this matter. If he had not deliberately misled it, Xuan Ci would have thought that he had come to take revenge and destroy the Buddha, he would not have had such a big battle.

"I let the donor cut it into pieces with thousands of swords, and I will never complain. I hope the donor will let go of the monks and martial arts heroes!"

Xuanci immediately begged.

"It's too late!"

Fang Ming shook his head: "I do things in a physical way but not in my heart. Since you have made the truth, Shaolin Temple must pay the price for it whether you want it or not! I see that this temple will not exist in the future..."

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raging!

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, the surviving monk couldn't help but burst into tears as the orange flames rose and the rumbling sound of buildings falling down.

The other Central Plains heroes who were missing their arms and legs were covered in dust and were taciturn all the way. They didn't say hello to the Shaolin monks when they arrived at the foot of the mountain, and left in a hurry.

It’s really impossible not to be in a hurry. Fang Ming has already given an ultimatum to the Central Plains Martial Arts. If he doesn’t seek refuge early, he will destroy his family one by one. These heroes have a big business, so he will naturally have to go back and prepare.

"What a big fire, it's so white and clean!"

Fang Ming rode a tall horse and looked at Tianlong Village on both sides.

What is strange is that when these farmers saw the Shaoshishan fire, only a few people rushed over, while the other villagers watched by themselves, even feeling a little gloating.

Seeing Fang Ming's team of fierce men passing by, he was so scared that he immediately retracted home and hid in the door and shivered.

"So that's the case, is it a Shaolin tenant?"

Shaolin Temple is the largest landlord nearby. Almost all the farmers at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain are its tenants. Otherwise, do you think that with just a few vegetable gardens, you can afford to support thousands of full-time monks in the temple?

"It's just a pity that you thought so well!"
Chapter completed!