"Try your motherfucker!" Zhang Chuanshu yelled, then kicked the old man and said: "I know the harm of this thing, you damn want to frame me for drug addiction! I will do justice for God, and I can't be beaten to death.
You old thing!
"As he said that, Zhang Chuanshu showed off his skills to the old man. The old man's son and several nearby vendors came forward to help the old man. However, these three or four vendors were no match for Zhang Chuanshu. They were all beaten to death by Zhang Chuanshu.
When several senior brothers saw what was happening here, they all ran up to hold Zhang Chuanshu. Three or four strong warrior monks stepped forward together and finally took Zhang Chuanshu away. However, this old man and the few people who helped just now were all killed.
Beaten to the point of dizziness
"Junior brother! You are in trouble!" A senior brother said worriedly
"Causing trouble? That old bastard wants to frame me! He wants to inject me with drugs!" Zhang Chuanshu was indignant.
"Then you can't hit others!" The monk who just spoke said again. This monk's name is Gohan. He has a fat head and big ears, but he is very agile in reaching out. His stick skills are even more first-class, and he is a Shaolin monk.
A member of the Eighteen Bronze Men, since
Since Zhang Chuanshu entered the temple, Gohan has always taken good care of this junior brother. Zhang Chuanshu naturally has the deepest feelings for him. He can still listen to what this senior brother says more or less. But in today's matter, Zhang Chuanshu thinks that justice is all on his side.
"I didn't fucking kill them. If I did, these idiots would have died long ago!" Zhang Chuanshu cursed.
"That's good, that's good. Junior brother, you have to calm down. Buddhist disciples, how can you be so reckless? We must treat any injustice with kindness..."
Before Gohan could finish speaking, Zhang Chuanshu immediately interrupted him and said: "I still treat you kindly, but this is nonsense Buddhism. If I had taken this step just now, I would have become a smoker now!"
While they were talking, a group of people who looked like traders gathered over. There were probably more than thirty people in these gangs. Everyone was holding electric batons or iron rods of different lengths. These people were all friends of the old man.
Their friend was beaten, of course they wanted to seek revenge from Zhang Chuanshu
"That's him! He was the one who beat my father!" The son of the old man just now was gesticulating at Zhang Chuanshu next to a big man.
"I was the one who beat him, how about it!" Zhang Chuanshu refused to give in. Even though Gohan was tugging at him, he still ignored the provocation.
"Boy! We are from the Black Gold Caravan. What you just beat was the senior person in our group. I am the captain of the caravan. I want you to repay the debt with blood!" The big man said to Zhang Chuanshu.
"Blood debt must be repaid with blood? Okay, I haven't fought enough anyway, so let's figure it out, should you come together or one by one!?" Zhang Chuanshu acted like a gangster again, and this kind of domineering attitude was already in her.
After disappearing for a long time, a fighting spirit began to brew in the body
"Okay, brothers, avenge the boss!" The big man gave the order, and more than 30 people rushed towards Zhang Chuanshu at the same time. Zhang Chuanshu clenched his fists and also rushed towards Zhang Chuanshu. Zhang Chuanshu was so powerful that more than 30 people could not stand in front of Zhang Chuanshu.
It was not cheap at all, but the thirty people in the family always worked together wholeheartedly, while Zhang Chuanshu and his senior brothers looked at each other with cold eyes. This made Zhang Chuanshu heartbroken about this Shaolin Temple.
However, the only thing that comforted him was the little white tiger that hadn't grown much yet. Although Zhang Chuanshu always glared at him on weekdays, the little tiger was much more affectionate than people. He saw the person he spent time with being beaten.
He rushed forward desperately and bit the vendor's arms or legs with his teeth to help Zhang Chuanshu.
Luo Tiantian's time in the Shaolin Temple was not in vain. She learned some Kung Fu from the three-legged cat. Without confronting the enemy head-on, the little girl Luo Tiantian could still take advantage of her secretly, such as lifting a small stone.
Ejected with force, although the power
It's not big, but if it hits someone on the head, it will cause some unnecessary impact. Moreover, Luo Tiantian is very accurate when throwing stones. She can hit the enemy on the back of the head without much careful aiming, and wait for the enemy to turn around.
By then, she had already run away and disappeared.
More than thirty people had already laid down, and more than ten of them were lying down. The melee was surrounded by onlookers, vendors and warrior monks. The monks were watching with gusto. Zhang Chuanshu was fighting even more vigorously. In fact, the monks below were not even young, and they were fighting.
In the Mood for Love of passionate men, seeing such a scene has long
Their blood is boiling and they want to join the war. Unfortunately, the temple has strict rules and the Buddhists are compassionate. Even if they have the heart, they don't have the courage. The rules have been set for hundreds or even thousands of years. In their hearts, they have already set the rules.
It's so deep-rooted that it can't even be changed.
Although Zhang Chuanshu's beating was satisfying, there were times when he missed. He accidentally slipped and fell to the ground. In an instant, more than a dozen sticks hit his head. Zhang Chuanshu didn't know what happened, but there was no reaction at all.
A moment later, countless sticks hit him. Zhang Chuanshu hugged his head tightly and huddled on the ground, receiving heavy blows again and again.
The little white tiger roared and ran towards the crowd, and was beaten out again not long after. Luo Tiantian could no longer help Zhang Chuanshu, and his senior brother Gohan was anxious when he saw his junior brother being beaten. Naturally, he felt unhappy and wanted to
Help, but this is a taboo for Buddhists in this city! Buddhists must abandon all mundane feelings
"Brothers, save my brother, he is really going to die if he is beaten like this!" Luo Tiantian suddenly knelt in front of all the monks, tears streaming down his face.
The monks finally had a glimmer of mercy, and some of them couldn't hold it any longer. As long as one of them took action, the others would definitely swarm in and fight. Who was the leader? Who set this precedent?
The eyes of many monks were focused on Gohan, including Luo Tiantian who was kneeling on the ground and the little tiger who was posing in a bowing posture. The eyes of Gohan were also focused on Gohan. Gohan felt a little uncomfortable and began to feel conflicted.
Still not fighting, what should I do?
"Hit me! Beat me hard!" The people of the Black Gold Caravan shouted as they beat Gohan. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he shouted: "Hit me! I will bear all the responsibilities!"
Then, he took the lead and ran over, followed closely, and a dozen more monks ran out from behind. Although there were only a dozen monks, these eighteen monks already represented the highest achievement of Shaolin Temple's martial arts. They are, the Eighteen Shaolin Monks.
All members of the Tongren Formation!
Eighteen people together are like one person. The eighteen clones of one person have offense, defense, feints, actual combat, forward, retreat, left and right. These eighteen people follow
Any one who stands out is a rare master in the world. When these eighteen people come together, apply Shaolin
The formation of the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation is naturally invincible. No combination of fists and kicks alone can defeat this sharp eye against them. Their powerful palm skills tell the world that they are the strongest group in the world.
, their martial arts are the strongest in the world, they are - National Shaolin!