When Lin Kun stepped down, the whole floor seemed to tremble. The thick door was kicked open with a bang. Just when Lin Kun was about to rush in, he suddenly saw a black gun pointed at the door.
The man wearing a peaked cap has a sinister smile on his face...
Boom!
The trigger was pulled, and a thick flame spewed out from the muzzle of the gun. The bullet shot toward Lin Kun with a swish. Lin Kun's body was already dodging sideways, but a piece of flesh was still wiped off his shoulder by the hot bullet...
…
Blood spattered, and the bullet banged into the gun behind Lin Kun. A man who lived diagonally across the door opened the door, wearing colorful pajamas, and shouted outside: "What are you doing?
There was an artificial earthquake at night. We were all staying in five-star hotels. How could the quality be so bad..."
This man was talking eloquently and very fast, but when he saw the pistol in the hand of the man in the peaked cap walking out of the door diagonally opposite, and the big hole in the wall next to him, he immediately broke into a cold sweat on his forehead because of nervousness, oh my god
With a sound, he retreated into the room, closed the door, and clicked several locks, almost peeing in fright.
Lin Kun covered his shoulders and spread the blood on his hands. At this time, the man in the peaked hat slowly walked out of the room. He straightened the muzzle of his gun. When he was approaching the door, he suddenly dodged and pointed the muzzle at Lin Kun.
Kun was hiding against the wall and pulled the trigger at the same time.
Lin Kun also moved at this time. He grabbed the wrist of the man in the peaked hat with both hands and lifted it up in the air. Hearing a bang, the bullet shot out of the barrel and hit a chandelier on the roof of the corridor.
superior.
There was a crash, and the broken lamp ballas were scattered...
Lin Kun raised his foot and kicked the man in the cap. The man in the cap reacted quickly enough. While dodging sideways, another fist came towards Lin Kun's face. Lin Kun tilted his neck and dodged.
, the sole of his feet stepped between the legs of the man in the cap, and then without giving the man in the cap any chance to react, he slumped his shoulders forward and went straight to the man in the cap's chest.
The man in the peaked hat was shocked. It was too late to dodge. The key was that the hand holding the gun was tightly grasped by Lin Kun. In desperation, his face did not look panic. He took a deep breath and sank in.
Dantian...
boom!
Lin Kun's shoulder hit the man in the peaked hat hard on the chest. The low muffled sound was filled with unspeakable strength, but something unexpected happened to Lin Kun...
The man in the peaked hat in front of him remained motionless after being so severely injured. The veins on his cheeks popped out, but he did not look like he was in pain. This force seemed to be transferred to the top of his head, lifting the peaked cap off the top of his head. The top of his head was completely bare.
There are actually eight ring scars - the ring scars on the monk's head...
"Are you a monk?" Lin Kun frowned slightly and asked in surprise.
"Golden bell cover and iron shirt, you know now, it's too late!" The monk with eight ring scars roared ferociously, his two feet struck the ground with a clang, and he rounded his fist and punched Lin Kun. This punch was fierce.
As if with a powerful force that is unrivaled in the world...
"Go to hell!"
The monk roared angrily, and his ferocious look was definitely not that of a kind-hearted monk, but more like the angry-looking monks enshrined in some temples.
Bang……
Lin Kun raised his fist and took the blow forcefully. Both of their bodies were trembling slightly. The expression on the monk's face immediately became horrified. He stared at Lin Kun with a pair of big eyes and said: "You, you can
Take my punch?"
Lin Kun smiled, very calmly and freely, with a hint of helplessness hidden inside, just like the expression on his face when someone asked him what he thought of Chinese football.
"Why are you laughing?" the monk said angrily.
"As a monk, if you don't practice well in the mountains and go to this worldly world, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Buddha? It would be fine if you were helping a kind person, but you should know who Hu Sanjiang is, right?"
"Hmph, you don't care if I am a cultivator or not. I am cultivating my own Buddha and it has nothing to do with the Buddha. Why should he blame me? In today's materialistic society, even the abbot can marry a wife. Why can't I rely on my own ability?
Go down the mountain to make money and live a good life!”
"..."
Lin Kun was speechless for a while and sighed: "It is true that the world is declining, but in this world, the true Buddha is supreme after all, and Buddhist scum do exist, but not all the monks in this universal family are as greedy and greedy as you are.
This skill is the unique skill of Shaolin. I am not a member of your Buddhist sect, but today I will waste this skill of yours for the sake of Buddhist justice in this world."
Lin Kun's tone was very calm. The moment he finished speaking, a cold light flashed through his eyes. He grabbed the monk's gun-holding hand and squeezed it hard. The monk's face looked horrified, and he suddenly couldn't hold on.
As soon as his hand was loosened, the pistol fell to the ground.
Lin Kun raised his foot and kicked the pistol away, then raised his fist and hit the monk on the chest.
The monk once again used the same move he had just done, his anger sank into his Dantian, and his feet hit the ground. This time he added an additional roar, "Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloth Shirt!"
This is what really happened in front of Lin Kun's eyes. Otherwise, if you look at it from the perspective of a passerby, you will think that this monk is making a movie. This posture is too much.
Bang!
Lin Kun's fist hit the monk's chest hard. This monk was really capable. He remained motionless and didn't seem to have any painful expression on his face.
Lin Kun was not surprised, he immediately smiled, clenched his fists, and then hit him with another heavy punch, one after another, and each time the force would be stronger than before, and the speed of the punch would be stronger.
Faster and faster.
So...
A more embarrassing scene appeared. The monk initially just wanted to show off his iron cloth shirt with a golden bell, but as Lin Kun's punch was so fast, he had no chance to fight back. As long as he remained calm
If the breath in Dantian is slightly relaxed, the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt will immediately lose its effect.
Lin Kun's two fists were like hitting a real golden bell. There was a muffled sound, but there was no sound like metal cracking. The hard touch on the fist shook the fist.
It hurt a little, but he still hit harder and harder, getting stronger and stronger.
Big, in the end he couldn't remember whether he punched twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Anyway, the face of the monk in front of him became more and more ugly. At first, he just looked like he had eaten a dead fish, and slowly he looked like he had eaten a dead fish.
After eating a dead rat, he ended up swallowing a dead pig alive...
puff!
Finally, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the bullshit iron cloth shirt with a golden bell was smashed into a pile of rags...