City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

"The four words'My Buddha's Mercy' are spoken from the mouths of your Shaolin disciples. I think it is a bit harsh."

Fang Bai curled his lips with sarcasm, and then said: "Stop talking nonsense, this time we come to Shaolin, not to learn martial arts, but to ask for justice. How can we not hurt or see some blood? If you are afraid, bow your head and admit defeat. Accept my terms!"

"The little benefactor is determined, and I can't live with Shaolin!"

Hearing Fang Bai's words, Juoren could not help but get angry, no matter how well he cultivated him, his gray beard and beard were windless, and his monk's robe swelled up with the agitated true essence.

"Yes, I just want to have trouble with you!"

Fang Bai Chong Jueren hooked his hook and said, "Come on, old monk, let's fight a game and everything will be solved!"

"So, the old monk is offended!"

Juoren let out a deep cry, patted out his left palm, followed up with his right palm, superimposed his palms, and patted Fang Bai's chest with his forward body shape.

This palm is the "king of the mountain" in the palm of Shaolin King Kong.

Shaolin ancient martial arts pay attention to calmness and majesty. Juoren is deeply rooted in the essence of Shaolin ancient martial arts. In the palm of his hand, he contains the majestic essence of a prefecture-level middle-rank martial artist. The hill can be knocked off.

Juoren was not a brave, cruel and murderous person. He was worried that Fang Bai could not bear his hard work, and he deliberately retained some strength.

"Old monk, you are merciful, and be careful that you suffer!"

Fang Bai sensed that Juoren had not done his best, smiled disapprovingly, and greeted him with a casual palm.

The two of them touched their palms, and Juoren's body was shocked, only to feel that Fang Bai's true essence was equally masculine, majestic and calm, and was somewhat similar to Shaolin martial arts, and there were even more mighty things. and.

Juoren, who underestimated the enemy, was shocked by the true essence gushing out of Fang Bai's palm for two steps, and the blood in his chest surged.

At this moment, not only Jueren himself was taken aback, but all the Shaolin monks who watched the battle also showed amazement, feeling incredible.

In the eyes of those Shaolin monks, Abbot Juoren is an intermediate-level master of the prefecture level, and the top existence in the entire Shaolin. I thought he could subdue Fang Bai, who is only the first level of the prefecture level, with a single palm. .

The abbot’s cultivation base was a little higher than that of the young man. Even if the abbot was merciful when he attacked, there shouldn’t be such a result!

There were originally Shaolin monks who thought Fang Bai was young and arrogant, but now, no monk had such thoughts.

The abbot of Shaolin who was only twenty years old and retreated with a palm a little higher than himself, such a warrior did have his arrogant and arrogant capital.

"This young man has a weird technique and a strong true spirit. It is incredible! No wonder he has the confidence to challenge me! If I don't give my best, it seems that it will be hard to beat him!"

Juoren guessed that Fang Bai should have practiced a certain special technique and had hidden some of his strength, so he stopped showing mercy, his breath rose again, his fighting spirit reached the peak, his palms changed into fists, and he attacked Fang Bai again.

The ordinary entry-level Shaolin Luohan boxing was performed here in Jueren. It is as strong as the sun, and unmatched in power. It seems to have become the most powerful boxing method in the world. It has an artistic conception of "big wisdom is like foolishness, great skill is like clumsy". .

The ghost hand looked aside, thinking that this old monk was worthy of being the abbot of the largest sect in the ancient Chinese martial arts world. Sure enough, he had some ways. If he were to confront him, he would be injured and defeated within three punches.

Fang Bai's combat power can compete with the sky-level powerhouses, while Juoren is only an earth-level mid-level martial artist, so Fang Bai fought with him in a relaxed and relaxed manner, using only half of his combat power.

Fang Bai used the Tiger Roar Fist in the "Dragon, Tiger, Lion and Elephant Gong". The rank of this fist is far from comparable to that of Shaolin Luohan. The artistic conception of the two characters is deduced to a kind of extreme, as if to see the principle of boxing.

The two punched four, tit-for-tat, and constantly colliding, mixed with the terrifying sound of tiger roar and thunder, the Zhenyuan shock wave generated blasted and expanded around, the persecuting ghost hand and the Shaolin warriors retreated several feet away.

Juoren's body shape is like the wind, his fists are changing, and he has carried on the Shaolin martial arts for thousands of years, trying to suppress Fang Bai and seize the upper hand.

However, Fang Bai just used Tiger Roar and Thunder Fist to counterattack. Even if Juoren’s body skills are no matter how flexible and his moves are no matter how subtle, he only needs to blast with one punch, and he will break the ten thousand magic with one punch. Ren wanted to vomit blood depressed.

"Grandpa, what is the cultivation level of the old monk Juoren?"

In the distance between the branches and leaves of the ancient pine, with a telescope in hand, she carefully watched the dragon girl fighting between Yang Zhong and the two, suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Earth-level intermediate."

Long Jingtian also watched Fang Bai and Juoren fight each other with his gaze, but his gaze focused on Fang Bai for most of the time, as if he wanted to find out what way to find Fang Bai's fist.

In Long Jingtian’s eyes, Fang Bai’s boxing style has the power of tigers roaring and thunderous power. Every punch out seems simple, without fancy, contains a kind of supreme boxing profound meaning, exquisite. Unpredictable.

"Fang Bai didn't seem to be punching, but a kind of Dao, a great law that could crush and destroy everything! What kind of boxing technique was this! What kind of strange encounters did Fang Bai have? "

From Fang Bai's boxing technique, Long Jingtian seemed to faintly realize something. Suddenly he had a kind of enlightenment and sublimation in his understanding of martial arts.

It is a rare opportunity for the martial artist to generate insights through watching the battle. Long Jingtian was surprised and happy, staring at Fang Bai who was constantly punching and attacking, and wanted to learn more from it.

It's a pity that Fang Bai didn't give him too much opportunity to continue watching. Suddenly he threw a punch, as if a meteor was passing by, and smashed into the palm of Juoren's palm with his supreme strength.

Bang--

In the sound of the tremor, Juoren's figure resembled a leaf being rolled up by the strong wind, rolled in the air a few times, and fell to the ground.

Fang Bai's punch was obviously merciful, and Juoren was only slightly injured.

"Old monk, you are not my opponent!"

Fang Bai’s gaze swept over the abbot Jueren and the six elders of Shaolin No. 1 Pavilion, No. 1 Courtyard, No. 4 Halls and 6 elders. It is composed of eight monks, can you let me see it?"

Just fighting with Juoren alone, Fang Bai didn't have to exert his full strength at all. Even with the other six elders, under the joint efforts of the seven, his strength was only doubled, and Fang Bai couldn't take much interest.

As for the legendary Shaolin Eighteen Arhats formation, Fang Bai had some expectations, hoping to put a little pressure on himself, forcing himself to do his best to fight.

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