Xia do not stay

Chapter 402 Eighteen Bronze Man Arhats
Gu Yang thinks that his temper is much better now.

With his current status, he wouldn't be as knowledgeable as the two juniors, especially their master, Grandmaster Mei, who had a good reputation in the world.

That's why Gu Yang was about to leave, but that woman's mouth was too cheap.

Although her voice is not loud, Gu Yang has such strong ears that she can hear clearly.

He turned around and walked over slowly.

The man in white frowned.

The woman even put her hand on the hilt of the sword.

Neither of the two looked at Gu Yang. For this kind of unknown pawn at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, if they looked at it for a moment, it seemed that their eyes were dirty.

"stop!"

The woman said coldly.

However, Gu Yang continued to walk towards her.

Clang!
She drew the sword resolutely. At this moment, she had already become murderous. She no longer carved plum blossoms, but prepared to pierce the heart with a sword, and she would shed blood like plum blossoms.

However, the sword was only three inches out of the sheath.

Snapped!
Gu Yang slapped her across the face, without using any real energy, just an ordinary slap.

The woman's face immediately swelled up, her hair was messy, and there was an obvious slap print.

Her eyes were full of disbelief.

"This palm hits your mouth too badly."

Gu Yang said lightly.

The man in white moved his eyes, waved the folding fan in his hand, and pointed at Gu Yang's chest with precise acupuncture techniques.

However, he was answered with another powerful slap.

Snapped!
The folding fan in his hand flew straight out.

"I hit you with this palm... you look too ugly."

The man in white was staring at the eyes, and his handsome face immediately swelled up, and his face was hot.

He knew that he had met a master, but there was not much fear in his heart, but more anger.

Ever since he was a child, has he ever been wronged?
Even his father, Mei Helin, never beat him like this!
"Uncle Wang, kill him for me!"

he shouted loudly.

At this time, the old servant who had been quiet all this time moved, his eyes were half-opened, and there was a faint flash of light, he stood in front of the man in white, and looked at Gu Yang coldly.

"Young master, the master once told you not to let you kill people indiscriminately, why not break his limbs and let him fend for himself."

After finishing speaking, he sighed faintly, and said to Gu Yang: "Young man, you are too much, in the next life, keep your eyes open."

Gu Yang laughed loudly, and said: "Interesting, this is the first time Gu has met someone who is more domineering than me."

"Oh, young man, you really don't understand the rules, my son's golden body, is it—"

Snapped!
Another slap!

The old servant turned around in a circle, completely stupefied by the beating. He wanted to raise his true energy, but was surprised to find that his true energy had become weak, as if he had been scattered by that slap.

An old tooth flew out, still bloodshot.

"I hit you with this palm... Forget it, there is no reason, but the young master is happy."

Gu Yang was very disgusted, picked up the tea and washed his hands in front of them.

Both the man in white and the woman were stunned, and even forgot the pain on their faces.

They knew Uncle Wang's strength, he was a first-rank master, even though he didn't realize God, he was still a first-class master in Jiang Hu.

I don't know how many Jiangyang thieves were easily dealt with by Uncle Wang along the way, but this ordinary young man in front of him slapped Uncle Wang away with just a slap?

His slap didn't look fast, and didn't even have traces of real energy running, but it just fell on their faces.

The woman's sword, the man's fan, and Uncle Wang's body skills are all as fast as lightning, but they just can't stop the slow slap.

Who is he... who is he?
Gu Yang raised his hand, and the three of them immediately covered their faces in fright, almost as a conditioned reflex.

But this time no slap fell on their faces.

Gu Yang laughed loudly, and walked away. Other people in the teahouse also made fun of the three of them, while secretly guessing Gu Yang's identity.

"Those three slaps, what a joy!"

"The man in Tsing Yi wearing the bamboo hat just now must be some hidden master. The three of them hit the iron plate."

"However, I heard that Grandmaster Mei is coming to Shaolin too. I don't know if this man in Tsing Yi will be unlucky..."

……

Leaving the teahouse, Gu Yang performed light kung fu, his body was like a swimming dragon, and the green hills were like flat ground. The surrounding scenery was constantly changing, and he soon came to the halfway up the mountain of Shaoshi Mountain.

Gu Yang stopped, because the front was very lively, crowded with many people from the rivers and lakes.

"The Eighteen Bronze Man Arhat Formation is very powerful. After one morning, all fourteen masters who broke through the barrier were defeated!"

"The strongest first-rank master among them, No. 16 Jiang Hejian Luo Qing, was defeated, and the sword was blown away!"

"Among the eighteen bronze-man Arhat formations, the leader is the first Master Wuxiang of Jiangmo Academy. His cultivation has reached the level of a master, and the other 17 people are also powerhouses of the third rank. I can't get through it!"

I saw eighteen monks standing in the field, all exuding brass and golden light, like the guardian arhats in the temple.

Everyone assumed a very mysterious posture.

Either holding flowers and smiling, or sitting cross-legged in lotus, or subduing dragons and subduing tigers, or glaring at King Kong...

Master Wuxiang is at the very center, holding the Zen seal in his hands, the treasure looks solemn, and the golden light on his body is the brightest, connecting everyone's aura together.

This scene is very Zen-like. No one speaks, and the eighteen bronze men stand quietly in front of the ancient road up the mountain, like the arhats sitting down by the Buddha, with different expressions.

Gu Yang was not in a hurry to break through the barrier. The eighteen bronze arhats were very prestigious and would not be easily displayed. Once they were displayed, it meant that Shaolin had encountered some major events and needed to close the mountains and temples.

Time passed by little by little, but none of the crowd dared to enter the battle again.

This group of monks didn't show mercy when they shot, they could hurt their tendons and bones in the slightest, and they could be unconscious and vomit blood. Their fists were harder than refined iron!
Finally, someone is getting impatient.

"I said you monks, rare treasures are born, and everyone is destined to get them. How can you directly seal the mountain and take it for yourself?"

"That's right, a master blacksmith said that the thunderclouds over Shaolin are filled with a murderous aura, and there may be a magic soldier born. Why don't you let me wait up the mountain to try my luck?"

"I don't believe it anymore, you Shaolin can really be so domineering?"

Someone stepped forward and stepped into the eighteen bronze arhat formation.

The next moment, the monk who was standing at the front with his eyes closed in the posture of subduing a dragon suddenly opened his eyes, and the brass light on his body suddenly lit up, dazzling.

boom!
The man who stepped into the formation was blown away with a punch, vomited blood repeatedly in the air, and finally punched a deep hole in the ground.

Although he was not dead, his bones and tendons were broken, and he was seriously injured and passed out.

And the bronze man Arhat has closed his eyes again, in the posture of subduing a dragon, motionless, like a sculpture, and he can't even see the trace of his breathing.

The remaining 17 people did not move from beginning to end.

Everyone was terrified.

"Haha, it really is worthy of being the Eighteen Bronze Man Arhats who once saved Tang Taizong. It is so powerful that it is admirable!"

Three figures flew over.

Gu Yang's eyes moved, and these three people turned out to be the man and woman in the teahouse at the foot of the mountain, and the old servant.

The three of them landed, their lightness kung fu was extremely elegant and unrestrained, which drew applause from all the halls.

"This young hero is so handsome!"

"This fairy is not bad either!"

"That old man is not simple, his internal strength is extremely deep!"

"It's just...why are there slap marks on the faces of the three of them?"

For a moment, the smiles on the faces of the three became a little stiff.

(End of this chapter)