Martial Arts World

puff!

Just now, I owed the guy a big mouth and spouted a big mouth against blood. I didn't know when there was an extra blood hole in my body, and my face was shocked and fell softly.

Hiss!

The lively Daxiong Hall was suddenly quiet, and everyone looked incredulous, staring blankly at Lin Sha, and then glancing back at Lin Sha, slowly retrieving his fingers, his face was subtle and breathless for a while.

"Be careful when you speak out!"

Lin Sha's faintly ethereal voice rang in everyone's ears, and the faint tone of voice was slow, but when everyone heard it, there was a deep chill in his heart.

"you……"

The Heshuo group of men who came together suddenly became furious, and their faces were fierce and fierce, and even the airless ones even made a shot.

"Amitabha, please don't hesitate, donors!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Xuanci hurriedly proclaimed a buddha, and Sheng Ruohong Zhong used the method of lion roaring, but it was much worse than Linsha's roaring sky roaring.

At this time, a wise monk came to the newspaper, saying that the heroes of the two lakes and the south of the Yangtze River had arrived, the heroes of Sichuan and Shaanxi had arrived, and the heroes of Guangdong and Guangxi had also arrived. The heroes are separated by thousands of miles from north to south, but they all arrive in one day. Obviously, this time the beggars have been preparing for a long time, and a hero post has been issued as early as a month or two ago.

Xuanci and the monks didn't say anything, but they were both angry and worried. Only a few days ago, a letter from the beggars came to talk about the election of the leader of the martial arts. To listen to the teachings of Abbot Xuanci, the letter neither stated the date of worshipping the mountain, nor mentioned the invitation to the heroes of the world.

Suddenly, when the crowds gathered together, the Shaolin Temple was in a hurry. Obviously, the beggars have been preparing to launch for a long time. Although the Shaolin faction spread their voices on the rivers and lakes, they never heard anything beforehand.

The beggar's move is even more like a winning ticket, so it is unclear to invite the crowd. It is just inconvenient to act as the master of Shaolin Temple, but the heroic post of Dasa is actually invited without invitation.

The beggar did not invite the group of monks to go to his helm, in the face he paid respect to Shaolin. In fact, it is to make the Shaolin faction unprepared in advance, and attack Shaolin by surprise.

"Lord Lord Lin, your beggars are good at calculating!"

Xuanci's abbot was no matter how good-tempered, and at this time he couldn't help but feel angry, and a pair of sharp eyes swept towards the eight windless Linsha.

"Know just know. Don't know just don't know!"

Lin Sha raised her eyebrows and chuckled. She didn't care about the complicated and incomprehensible look of Shaolin monks. She said indifferently: "With my strength, I really want to break into Shaolin and you can't stop it!"

"Boy is so loud!"

Not waiting for the Shaolin group monks to respond, some of the gang gangs who had just arrived snorted coldly and screamed at Lin Sha with dissatisfaction.

"Is it?"

Lin Sha whispered, screamed with a strong wind, and instantly made a blood on the person who spoke, and the person who spoke screamed and fell to the ground. Then he shook his head and smiled: "I am not qualified to speak for you yet. If you have the ability, don't press the name of Shaolin!"

"Amitabha, the donor is too much!"

The abbot Xuanci's face was faint with anger, and he saluted the Buddha with high homage. The sound was like the morning bell of twilight drums. The unspeakable loud and shocking soul was: "Lao Yun is not talented, and I would like to ask the donor for his high tricks!"

Wow!

The monks were in an uproar, and their eyes widened in astonishment. Lin Sha showed too much strength. Wasn't the abbot asking for a challenge at this time?

Right now the world is full of heroes. If he lost so badly, Shaolin was dull.

As for victory, there was no such expectation at all. The abbot hadn't even beat Tutuzhi, the Tubo Kingdom teacher, before he was defeated by his famous fame, King Kong. Jomo Mozhi obviously cares about Lin Sha's servant, but he can imagine how powerful Lin Sha's martial arts are.

Besides, although Lin Sha didn't make a lot of shots, but every time he made shots, the strength was really extraordinary.

"Only you?"

Lin Sha narrowed her eyes, looked at Xuan Ci carefully, and asked with a smile.

"Exactly!"

Xuan Ci suddenly felt a tremendous amount of pressure approaching. After breathing for a long time, the internal force was relaxed, and both hands folded and shouted: "The old man is not good..."

"You really don't have that patience, let's go with the Xuanzi senior monk behind you!"

Lin Sha politely interrupted Xuan Ci's words. His words with a smile on his face were domineering. He heard the crowds sucking coldly and stretching his thumbs.

"Who is this kid, so arrogant?"

"Beggar Gang Linsha, the first master of the young generation in rumors!"

"It turned out to be him, no wonder so arrogant!"

"Beggars are obviously not well-intentioned. He dare to come to Shaolin to find faults in advance!"

"The so-called art masters are bold, everyone is still good at watching the drama!"

"..."

The Jianghu Haoke, who had just arrived, was suddenly in an uproar, and they were all shocked by the scene in front of him. Lin Sha wanted to single out the masters of Shaolin Xuanzi with one person, and he was really brave.

"Lord Lord Lin is indeed arrogant, and the little monk admires it!"

Jomo Mozhi ignored the buzzing voice of the group of men around him, smiling at Lin Shahesh with a smile on his face, his eyes flashing with a good expression.

"Hey, Ming Wang seems to have gained a lot in recent times. Should we join hands first?"

Lin Sha's eyes narrowed slightly and asked in amusement.

"Haha, then don't need it!"

Kudo Mozhi looked awkward, his hair covered with cold hair, as if being targeted by a horrible beast. The blood in his master alarm bell seemed to stagnate for a moment. His heart was horrified and his inner qi returned to normal. I have to say honestly: "Lin Shizhu's martial arts shook the ancient shinning gold, and the little monk had self-knowledge!"

"Amitabha, Lord Lin, please advise!"

"Amitabha, Lord Lin, Lord Lin is welcome!"

"Amitabha, Lord Lin, be careful!"

"..."

Shaolin Xuanzi generation monks headed by Xuanci, seeing Lin Sha's attitude did not put them in their eyes. Although they knew that the strength gap between the two parties was huge, they couldn't help but irritate the anger of Vajra. Also politely put out the best masters and jumped.

"Haha, so good!"

Lin Sha’s face remained the same and he laughed, and suddenly stood up lazily and casually, faced with the siege of Shaolin Xuanzi senior monks, he stepped into the most violent attack of the group of monks. His hands raised or pointed Or palm or fist or claw dance as you like.

The fierce Yang finger points to the Huahua finger, the sky palm to the King Kong palm, the gripper to the dragon claw hand, the seven wounded fist to the King Kong fist, the energy is overflowing with the violent wind, the Lin Sha seems to be walking in the Xuanzi generation Under the siege of the group of monks, they walked around freely and calmly.

Bang Bang Bang...

A series of gas explosions caused the eardrums of the group of men to feel pain, and opened their eyes one by one to see the rare sight in front of them. Obviously it was the master of Shaolin Xuanzi generation who besieged Linsha, but the group of men felt as if Linsha pressed Shaolin The monks are playing the same.

They feel right!

From the beginning to the end of the fight, there were only a few breathing skills. The Shaolin Xuanzi monks from the left and the right of the sky and the ground, each made only one move, and flew back at a faster speed.

Lin Sha’s performance was almost a bunker, and the group of heroes only looked like he was fascinated and enchanted. Lin Sha’s state was relaxed and tight from beginning to end, and they all saw his moves clearly. It doesn’t matter how fast it rises, how can one Shaolin Xuanxian senior monk not choose to fight hard?

Where do they know how powerful Lin Sha's shots are, Shaolin Xuanzi generation monks have already played a spirit of 120,000, but when they are really against Lin Sha, they are terrified to find that they can't avoid it, see The clear and slow movements are actually lightning fast, so they don’t give them a chance to react at all.

As a result, no matter how high or low the skill among them was, they only felt an overwhelming rush of energy during the hard fight with Linsha. They did not wait for their reaction to disintegrate their offensive and then surge like a tide. To drown them completely.

Fortunately, Lin Sha did not give up his dead hand. When they flew out a few feet away and stabilized their body to the ground, they were shocked to find that they just stopped at the time they just set off.

Strong, it is too strong!

Not to mention the shocking Shaolin Xuanzi generation of monks who were deeply shocked. Only Tusha, the Tubo State teacher, could understand the presence of Linsha.

But after understanding Lin Sha's means, Kumama was even more shocked.

He never imagined that Lin Sha's strength had reached such a level that he would defeat Shaolin Xuanzi's generation of monks in an understatement. This strength has already hung up.

Lin Sha smiled softly, the body's blood was surging like a dragon, and the five internal organs started to vibrate together. The five qi of different attributes followed a strange track and even started the road of self-circulation.

It's just a pity that the external pressure is not enough, Linsha also has no experience and knowledge accumulation in this respect. The five internal organs have a lot of obstacles during the real air flow cycle, and they barely run for a few interest rates as if they have insufficient stamina. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's a pity to let him have a good life.

"Master, what's wrong with you!"

At this moment, a breath of breath caught the attention of the crowd.

I saw Xuandu's thin figure slowly receding backward, his face pale and no **** eyes closed tightly, and a little monk with an ugly face was calling nervously, which suddenly attracted a group of surprised eyes.

what!

Ignoring the exclamation of Shaolin group monks, Lin Sha's eyes stared at the ugly-looking young monk, and a name immediately appeared in his mind: Xuzhu!

At the same time, the breath of Monk Xuzhu caused him great attention. His eyes were gleaming on his ugly face, and his whole body was filled with blood and blood like a hot torch, giving him an inexplicable breath like a mountain and a sea.

"Little monk martial arts is not weak, I can't think of Shaolin and you master!"

Lin Sha's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly appeared in front of Xuandu's body, photographed in the palm of a series of exclamations... (To be continued.)