Xia do not stay

Chapter 405
Hard-handed Shaolin dragon claws, easily breaking the brass body, Gu Yang's hand not only shocked everyone, even Master Wuxiang was shocked.

The onlookers in the rivers and lakes were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

Especially Mei Xiaotian, his pupils widened, his fists were clenched, and his body was trembling.

Even my own father was not so relaxed. Who is this person...?
Mei Helin took a deep look at Gu Yang, and said, "It's amazing to have a master at such a young age. I'm afraid he's the disciple of some old monster."

Hearing this, Mei Xiaotian's junior sister, the woman who always thinks highly of herself and wears gold and silver, is also in a trance at this moment.

That person... turned out to be a Grandmaster!

The palm print on her face suddenly became extremely hot, as if a fire was burning.

It turned out that the ordinary person I looked down upon turned out to be such a powerful master?
Thinking back to her arrogance and arrogance in the teahouse, she wished she could hide her face and run away immediately. This young master wearing a bamboo hat was probably laughing at her blindness.

in array.

Gu Yang did not stop, and continued to walk forward.

"The benefactor is good at martial arts, the poor monk offended!"

After confirming that Gu Yang is a top expert no less than Mei Helin, Wu Xiang didn't dare to push him any further. He stood up abruptly and surrounded Gu Yang together with the rest of the Bronze Man Arhat.

In an instant, the unique skills emerged one after another.

The shadow of the palm is like a forest, like a thousand-handed Buddha, this is the hand of Qianye Tathagata!

The palm produces a golden light, with an indestructible masculinity, this is the powerful vajra palm!
The fist is like a shooting star, shining brightly, this is the Great Bright Fist!

The Buddha picked up the flower, and Kasyapa smiled. This is the flower finger!
……

Gu Yang was overwhelmed by the palm shadow, fist wind, and finger strength. Every kind of unique knowledge is at least in the state of perfection. Coupled with the master's cultivation base, such a killing array, look at the rivers and lakes, let alone break through, if you can save your life, you can Already a rare master.

However, Gu Yang just walked forward quietly, with his hands hanging down, without any gesture of making a move.

boom!
Countless pairs of bronze-colored fists hit Gu Yang's body, and each blow was powerful enough to split mountains and crack rocks.

Gu Yang's eyes flashed green and red, and his robe swelled endlessly, sucking all the masculine energy from all directions into his body, like a black hole.

The complexion of the bronze men changed instantly, they just felt that the force of their palms was like muddy cows pouring into the sea, and they wanted to pull away, but they were sucked so tightly that they couldn't move at all.

The next moment, Gu Yang continued to take a step forward.

Boom!

With a muffled sound like thunder, Gu Yang's whole body reversed, his vigor surged, and he returned all the strength that everyone had hit on him, and even added a trace of the sun's true energy, making him even more fierce and domineering.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
After more than a dozen sounds in a row, sixteen bronze figures flew around and slammed into the rocky cliff, embedded in it like a painting.

Their brass and gold bodies are still there, but their limbs are so weak that it is difficult to move.

Gu Yang laughed loudly, and exclaimed: "What a picture of an arhat descending to earth!"

Everyone trembled in their hearts, didn't they? The appearance of these bronze figures hanging on the stone wall now looks like a Dunhuang mural.

In a blink of an eye, the Eighteen Bronze Men Arhats formed a large formation, only Master Wuxiang was left.

Just as Wu Xiang had an early warning, he withdrew his strength ahead of time. Even so, he took seven strides back with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Fortunately, he was dressed in cassocks and practiced the art of subduing demons since he was a child. His true energy was very pure, and he finally stabilized his figure.

"Your Excellency... who is it?"

He was holding the Buddhist beads, ready to use the magic beads to subdue demons at any time, and he never dared to underestimate this young man in his heart.

This is clearly a peerless master far surpassing Mei Helin!
People in the arena outside the arena gasped and watched this scene in horror. This person... broke the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation without making a move?
Even the first Master Wuxiang of the Devil's Academy fell behind?
Just now Mei Helin fought his life, and only slightly injured a few bronze arhats, but this young man broke the formation while strolling in the courtyard without even sending out a palm.

Sit down!

Mei Helin stared at Gu Yang's back with a very solemn tone.

"Xiaotian, we can't afford to provoke this person!"

"Let's leave immediately!"

Mei Xiaotian said in disbelief: "Father, why are we leaving? There seems to be magic soldiers in Shaolin Temple!"

Mei Helin smiled wryly and said: "If you don't leave, let alone a magic soldier, I'm afraid we may not even be able to save our lives."

……

Inside the Shaolin Temple, a simple Buddhist temple.

An old monk sat cross-legged, with white eyebrows and long beard, he had been sitting here for an unknown how long, like a dead tree.

The vines seemed to regard him as a tree, entwining and growing.

The larks built a delicate nest above his head, chirping.

Around the Zen courtyard, vegetation grows naturally, fish and insects can be seen everywhere, full of vitality, all of which are vaguely centered on the old monk.

He is like a spring, nourishing everything around him, and the world is natural.

If someone who knows how to look at qi is here, you will be shocked to find that the qi on this old monk is like a fairy fog, like a Buddha's light, his features are simple and unpretentious, like all living beings, but also has the appearance of an arhat and a bodhisattva Even a Buddha image!
This is a peerless master who is about to achieve true fruition and become a Buddha and ancestor!
Master Xuan Bei, the abbot of Shaolin, stood outside the monastery. He had been waiting for three days and three nights, but he didn't dare to disturb the old monk's cultivation.

It's just that he frowned tightly, obviously becoming more and more anxious.

This white-browed old monk is the biggest secret of Shaolin Temple, and only the abbots of the past can know of its existence.

But Xuan Bei only knew of his existence, not his identity.

He only remembered that his master told him before his death that this old monk had already been in Shaolin when his grand master was still alive, and that he had been a sweeping old monk in the Sutra Pavilion for 50 years.

When Grand Master passed away, he was sweeping the floor, and when Master passed away, he was also sweeping the floor. Now that Xuan Bei is gray-haired and has reached an advanced age, the other party is still alive, and even occasionally goes out to sweep the floor.

Just as his thoughts were racing, the old monk in the Buddhist monastery suddenly opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction.

He didn't have the slightest senility, and his expression was extremely peaceful and peaceful, full of compassion.

Those deep eyes seemed to have pierced through the vast world, seeing all the vicissitudes of life, revealing a taste of time.

The skylark flew away, and the tree and vines retreated.

The old monk stood up with difficulty, picked up a tattered broom from the haystack, and said, "Dream in March, my bones are almost rusted, I just go out to sweep the floor and meet the real Buddha."

When the abbot saw him wake up, he was relieved.

To be honest, he was very skeptical that one day the old monk would not be able to wake up.

"Master, something serious has happened, please save Jingxin!"

The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed to beg.

The old monk glanced at him, knocked him on the head, and scolded with a smile: "You little monk, when you were a young novice, you were so rough. I didn't expect you to still have such a temper after so many years."

"But...Jingxin is really in trouble. You watched that child grow up, so you can't just ignore it!"

"Amitabha, the pure heart has its own fate, little monk, there are distinguished guests coming from the foot of the mountain, go and greet them first."

(End of this chapter)