Zhang Sanfeng's front foot was pushed out, and almost at the same time as his back foot, the sound of the Zen staff falling to the ground was heard.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A middle-aged man among the more than a hundred monks behind Kongwen was focused on by hundreds of eyes, and his face instantly turned red.
It’s no wonder that Zhang Sanfeng dominated an era for decades. Today’s martial arts warriors almost all grew up listening to the legend of Zhang Sanfeng. When such a martial arts myth appeared in front of them, the Shaolin monks were all tense. Zhang Sanfeng was pushed by Yang Gui and took a step forward. The monks were so nervous that they were unable to tell the difference. They could only follow their survival instinct and follow up with the stick.
But Zhang Sanfeng did not step forward to attack, and the Zen staff naturally fell into the air.
Waste.
Kong Wen covered his face in pain.
Before others take action, you are timid. I use all the income from the Shaolin Temple's land to feed you monks with good food and drink, so you will give me this kind of useless virtue.
But there is nothing we can do. Now that we have started, we can’t stop.
Kong Wen shouted: "Form up!"
He and his two junior brothers jumped back and merged into the formation, making three formation openings.
Since the establishment of the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation in Shaolin Temple, it has always been used to fight soldiers against soldiers, groups against groups, and there is no precedent for the abbot personally participating in the array.
But for Zhang Sanfeng, an old man who is over a hundred years old, Kong Wen had no choice but to be shameless.
The Arhat Formation was operating like a precision instrument, heading towards Zhang Sanfeng to strangle him.
Zhang Sanfeng stood loosely, raised his hand to hold the ball, turned left, stepped out, lunged, and used the "wild horse parting mane" move, using the "pull" formula, like a held down round balloon, ejecting with great force to all directions.
The monks and their weapons were all blocked by the three-foot sphere around them.
Turn around, hug your knees and step forward, step forward and bend your elbows, lunge and push, take over and wave the pipa, follow the steps and spread your hands, sit back and lift your palms, make a false step and close your arms, perform the "stroke" formula, without hanging your hands, move your hands with the belt
, the trajectory of both wrists is a circle, and the monks who are blocked will be guided to the side of the body along with the force.
Then he curled his humerus backwards, raised his knees and bent his elbows, stepped back with the wrong hand, sat back and pushed his palms, which was the "squeeze" formula to restrain the monk in front. The monk behind him bumped into the back of the monk in front of him like a headless fly.
To cause a stampede.
He then held the bird's tail from left to right, using the "press" formula, pressing it from top to bottom, and the sounds of "pop" and "pop" could be heard endlessly.
The monks fell down one by one like dumplings, and then were thrown behind by Zhang Sanfeng with his "Cloud Hand". The people behind him continued to come within three feet of him. Before they could be shocked, a wave of air inflated like a balloon.
The strength of "pushing" is strong again, and you can enjoy the one-stop Tai Chi exercise over and over again.
Kong Wen was shocked.
The large formation is like Yang Gui's Jade Girl Su Xin Sword. Its power lies in the cooperation of the people in the formation. If you attack and I block, you can exert a power that is far greater than the number of people in the formation. If the cooperation is not done properly, it is better than a group of people swarming up.
Nanta.
But Zhang Sanfeng made a move with his Tai Chi, and for the first time since the beginning of Tai Chi in the world, he fought with someone. The first move completely broke the coordination of the Arhat formation. Then he guided with both hands, and with the last turn, he not only broke the formation,
He simply controls the entire operation of the Arhat Formation in his hands, drawing circles according to his wishes.
Like a toy, the Arhat Formation forms an ever-larger circle in Zhang Sanfeng's hands. Zhang Sanfeng is now very strange, as if he is surrounded by a protective sphere made of monks, and he can be described as a big man.
With every step Zhang Sanfeng took, the circle of monks trapped by him grew larger. In the end, he was pushing the Arhat formation of more than 100 people with his own strength, walking step by step towards the gate of Shaolin Mountain.
As Zhang Sanfeng walked, he said, "Old Yang, Shaolin's heritage is indeed profound. The power of this Arhat formation is amazing. I wonder if I can hold on to the gate of the mountain."
Kong Wen wanted to spit in his face.
Please shut up!
You only need a Tai Chi skill to play with one hundred and eight of us monks in a ball. How can you have the nerve to say such nonsense?
Kong Wen and his two junior brothers looked at each other, each nodded, with a look of determination in their eyes.
They now know very well that at Zhang Sanfeng's level, it is useless to rely on crowds, and formation of formations is just a joke, so they have no choice but to fight on their own.
Kongxing shouted loudly, tearing the air with the sharp claws of his hands, using his left hand to grab beads and his right hand to grab Zhang Sanfeng's waist.
Zhang Sanfeng flashed his arm with one hand, and the arm seemed to run from front to back, with the last hair appearing first in front of Kongxing's claws. With a flick of the hand, the dragon claw hand of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts was like the hand of a shrew grabbing his face and pulling out his hair during a fight.
He was photographed aside. There was a crisp "click" sound, and both of Kong Xing's wrists were broken.
He kept praising, "Old Yang, the Divine Monk of Emptiness is truly amazing. His dragon claw hand is not inferior to your Aurora Divine Wind Claw from sixty years ago."
Kongxing’s face turned green. Sixty years ago, you still didn’t lose. Who are you scolding?
The three monks had known that this sneak attack would not be able to do anything to the supreme master. Kong Zhi took advantage of Zhang Sanfeng's counterattack and hit two important points in his heart, Tanzhong, and Guanyuan below the navel with two fingers.
This little acupuncture skill is actually more powerful than Zhang Sanfeng's fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan's use of the Iron Judge's Pen to hit the acupuncture points. From a distance, the sharp finger force has already invaded the surrounding areas of the acupoints.
Zhang Sanfeng turned around and struck, hitting Kong Zhi on the chest. Kong Zhi felt his vision go dark, and almost choked his breath, and his body was thrown three or four feet away.
Zhang Sanfeng was still frightened, "The 'Vajra Finger Power' is so powerful that if you hit it even a little bit, you won't die or be disabled!"
As he was talking, Kong Wen's "Prajna Palm" hit him hard on the head. Zhang Sanfeng used his "Gao Tan Ma" move and slapped Kong Wen's face. Kong Wen was stunned and the sixty-year-old old man did three backflips in the air.
He fell to the ground and covered his face in confusion: "Did you hit me?"
Zhang Sanfeng was still playing, "Master Kongwen is indeed worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin. The inner strength of Prajna Palm is so powerful that it is not inferior to you or me!"
"You can pull it down."
Yang Gui couldn't stand this old guy, "Look at how you were beaten by the abbot. Do you know how much psychological damage a big fight can cause to a little monk who is only 62 years old?"
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Zhang Sanfeng then looked at his palms and said, "Oh, I'm very good at Tai Chi. Why didn't I hit you so hard? I hit you with a submarine needle and almost made you take off my arm.
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The corners of Yang Gui's mouth twitched, "Then you crossed your fingers and almost opened my mouth to the base of my ears. If you ask me, Lao Zhang, you just got a good deal."
That's right, Yang Gui can't suppress Zhang Sanfeng, who has mastered the Tai Chi sword, and can only be 50-50 between the two.
Yang Gui shook his head and stepped over the body of the monk lying on the ground, "It's boring, it's very boring. It seems that the wonders of Lao Zhang's panda eyes will never be seen in this life. I originally thought that your Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhats Formation can
Teach old bastard Zhang a lesson, what’s the result? This little ability means nothing.”
The monks were so angry that their eyes were red, and they wanted to get up and fight Yang Gui, but the old guy Zhang Sanfeng's punches and kicks seemed loose, but the force was evenly distributed when he was hit, and there was pain everywhere in the body.
He fell down. The screams of "Ouch" came and went one after another.
Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng entered the mountain gate with great swagger.
The entire temple was aware of the enemy attack. Thousands of monks in the temple swarmed forward with sticks and Zen staffs. Yang Gui took the fist with his face as if he were strolling in the courtyard.
The result was that the hand was broken by punching, the weapon was broken by the sword, and then the hand was broken by punching again.
Yang Gui put his hands behind his back like a leader going to the countryside, and expressed cordial condolences to the monks in Shaolin Temple: "Ah, okay, okay, don't stand up, yes, just lie down, just lie down, it doesn't matter, you're too polite,
No need to pour tea, no need to pour tea."
Wherever he passed, the monk lay on the ground.
Laughing to death, Yang Gui has been enlightened for sixty years, and the tortoise shell magic skill has reached its peak. Without precious weapons such as the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword, even Kublai Khan's elite Mongolian army sweeping the world with tens of thousands could not break through his defenses.
, not to mention a group of bald donkeys.
"Damn it!" A huge monk said angrily: "What's so great about relying on the magical power of body protection? If my uncle is alive, I will let you know how powerful the indestructible body is!"
Yang Gui's eyes looked like he was looking at a fool, "The indestructible body is for strengthening defense, not automatically building walls. How can he stop me even if he is alive?"
"Ah this..." Monk Pang Pang had nothing to say.
"What's more, the little monk has little ability and is just a bully like Xie Xun. How about asking him to follow Lao Zhang's moves and try to block and beat him? He'll beat all the shit out of him."
"You...you...poof!" The huge monk spat out blood, his vision went dark, and he fell on his back.
"Can you please don't take my name on me when you do bad things!" Zhang Sanfeng glared at Yang Gui, "Believe it or not, I will hit you first with all my moves?"
Yang Gui pointed at the turtle shell behind his back, "Try it, if you hit it hard, I lose."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the turtle shell, then thought about the red fist he had hit with that thing when he first came out of seclusion, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as Yang Gui.
When the two old monsters entered Shaolin, it was as if they were returning home. No one in the temple could stop them.
The monks had no choice but to ask the three ancestors from the back mountain.
Sandu was also shocked. They had been in seclusion for decades without leaving the mountain gate, all because they wanted to deal with Yang Dingtian, and they had never thought of confronting Zhang Sanfeng, a top leader. But now that Zhang Sanfeng had come to attack, they had to take action.
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Sandu hurried to the two old monsters. The three of them sat cross-legged, and three strange long black ropes were in place.
The three of them looked at each other, feeling reassured.
They have been comprehending this "Vajra Demon Subduing Circle" for more than 30 years. Although they only aimed to defeat Yang Dingtian at the beginning, now, they have truly become invincible in the world.
It is impossible to break out of this demonic circle.
The leader of the three monks, Du Er, exhaled and said, "Zhenren Zhang, Immortal Turtle, and the poor monk Du Er, these two are my junior brothers..."
"You don't need to give your name to the actor. If you want to take action, hurry up." Yang Gui didn't think highly of these three young monks. Again, in the world of Yitian, he and Zhang Sanfeng are really super models, so tall that no one can touch them.
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Zhang Sanfeng calmly raised his palms across his chest and said in a low voice: "Old Yang, be careful, these three old monks have profound Buddhist teachings. I have heard for a long time that Shaolin's stunts require mastering the Buddhist teachings in order to exert their strongest power.
Ability, not to be underestimated."
Yang Gui looked at Zhang Sanfeng and gritted his teeth, "Old Zhang, you're here again, aren't you? What you say is no small matter, but when you use your hands, you punch one person at a time. You're killing someone and you're going to kill someone."
No matter how well-educated Sandu was, he couldn't help but get furious. Du'e said coldly: "Since the two benefactors have such confidence, the three brothers and sisters of Laoji will wait for the two of them to break our 'Vajra Demon Subduing Circle'!" There was a "whisking" sound, and three strange black ropes formed a watertight circular array, lying in front of Yang Gui.