Song of Adolescence

"I'll break the formation!" Lei Wujie took a step forward.

"Are you a Xueyue City disciple who wants to fight against the Sacred Sect of Buddhism in public?" Xiao Se glanced at him.

"It's okay. I haven't gotten started yet, and I think the big brother hasn't arrived yet. When he arrives, I can't run right away." Lei Wujie smiled.

"This is the original Arhat formation, it's very difficult to break." Wuxin said quietly as he looked at the Zen Master Dajue, who was sitting in the center, kneeling and holding the shape of thinking.

"Is it broken? You will know when it is broken." Lei Wujie took a step forward, and at this step, he entered the formation, only to feel a punch on his right hand, but it was the monk with angry eyes.

"The temper is really bad." Lei Wujie also punched, using Buddhism martial arts, and the seven-year-old boy in the Shaolin Temple would also be able to do it again-Da Luohan boxing. Lei Wujie felt a surge of blood in his chest. The monk was also uncomfortable. His fist was domineering and fierce, but Lei Wujie's fist was also domineering. After a fist, the monk yelled, "Who is the benefactor!"

"Xueluo Villa's deputy owner Xiao Wuse!" Lei Wujie said loudly.

"Get out!" Xiao Se blurted out angrily. This Lei Wujie just got slick after spending a few days with him, and he made up a panic and didn't blush or breathe.

The monk frowned, probably thinking about which school Xiaxueluoshanzhuang is, but in the end he still didn't think of it: "I wonder why the donor blocked the way?"

"There is only one person here who wants to go home. It is the master who is blocking the way." Lei Wujie shook his head.

The monk was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that Lei Wujie's words also had a Zen intent. Although he was listed as an arhat in the original arhat, he was actually gentle in nature. Among the sage monks in Jiulong Temple, the depth of Buddhism is second only to the abbot. Master Jue, immediately fell into contemplation. A monk holding the Demon Peel beside him sighed and said: "Brother Dahuai, this is not the time to enter Zen."

Dahuai reacted: "The donor is a good machine!"

"I don't understand what's the front but not the front." Lei Wujie shook his head, "Let's hit it." After speaking, he punched out again. He kept his eyes on the battle and didn't want to reveal the origins of his teacher. It was the magical power of the Great Arhat Fumo invincible King Kong taught by Wuxin last night.

"But Mo underestimated the poor monk!" Zen Master Dahuai also took a step and brushed it away. He saw that Lei Wujie’s boxing technique was actually the most basic big Arhat box in Buddhism. He was a little angry, thinking that the opponent despised himself and deliberately provoked, but after a few moves, he found that the opponent’s set of Arhat box had a hidden secret. Although the boxing technique is the big opening and closing of the big Arhat boxing, the body technique is like flowing water and elusive. The seemingly ordinary tricks have several murderous intents, and they are secretly shocked, and no longer hide themselves, the palm power instantly increases to the nine-fold power.

Lei Wujie used this set of boxing for the first time. Although it was not as smooth as Wufang Boxing, he felt that every punch he punched gave him a point of comfort. At the beginning, he was a little jerky, but in the end he played more and more smoothly. The body style is like a stroll in the garden, and the strength of the boxing is endless.

"Monk, do you think this stupid boy can break a few arhats." Xiao Se turned his head and asked.

Wuxin shook his head: "Probably not one can be broken."

"Is that so unconfident?" Xiao Se put his hands in his sleeves and said lazily, "This is my deputy owner of Xueluo Mountain Villa. I can't beat any of them. Isn't it too shameful."

"The original Arhat formation does not matter if there is one or seven people. When the formation is completed, seven people are like one, and one is like seven people. Lei...Xiao Wuse can not fall into the wind at this time, just because the original Arhat formation, It has only formed the form, not the intention yet." Wuxin said.

"It seems that the opponent hasn't put this Xiao Wuse in his eyes." Xiao Se sighed seriously.

The Zen Master Dahuai practiced Da Tathagata for decades, but he did not have the upper hand against a young man for dozens of rounds. He couldn't help being a little anxious, but the young man became more and more cheerful, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. : Could it be that this boy still has a killer move? The palm technique was a little flustered at the moment, and he was almost hit by the boy several times.

At this moment, Zen Master Dajue, who had been closed, finally opened his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Dahuai, enter the battle."

Da Huai sighed and took a step back. The seven monks formed a semicircle with Da Jue as the center, and surrounded Lei Wujie.

"The formation is complete." Wuxin shook his sleeves and took a step forward.

Xiao Se waved his hand to stop him: "This is a rare opportunity for him, so I might as well watch it for a while."

Lei Wujie only felt that after Dahuai withdrew that step, the whole formation had changed. The only person who threw his fist at him was still the Dahuai monk, but he felt that his palms were endless, one after another, and he did not dare to be careless at the moment. Turns red in an instant.

"The technique of burning fire?" Zen Master Dajue saw through Lei Wujie's martial arts.

"Master said that there are few people in the world who know this martial arts, but I think everyone knows it." Lei Wujie knew the danger in front of him, and hurriedly carried out the fire-scorching technique, thinking that this martial arts was not as swaggering as Wufangquan. , Shouldn't reveal his origin, but he didn't expect that the old monk in front of him would say it through.

"Leimen is thunderous, and he can be regarded as an old person of the poor monk. Is the donor his disciple?" Zen Master Dajue asked.

"What Leimen? I said, I am the deputy owner of Xueluo Mountain Villa, I can change my name or my surname, so is Xiao Wujie!" Lei Wujie said loudly.

"But the donor just said that he was called Xiao Wuse, why did he change his name again in an instant?" Zen Master Dajue's tone was calm.

Lei Wujie flushed suddenly: "It was a mistake!"

"What is the name of the donor?" Zen Master Dajue continued to ask patiently.

"Listen to me, I am Xiao Wuxin, the deputy owner of Xueluo Mountain Villa!" Lei Wujie yelled, full of momentum.

Xiao Se felt that Xueluo Mountain Villa's entire face was lost in an instant, and he patted Wuxin's shoulder helplessly: "Or you should pull him back."

Wuxin shook his head: "Let him be beaten to death."

"Rational." Xiao Se thought to himself that the monk finally said something honest.

Even Zen Master Dajue was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly: "Don't think about it anymore?"

Lei Wujie finally didn't bother to bother with this question, and threw a punch, and said loudly: "Leimen Lei Wujie, come to visit the Jiulong Temple Prime Minister Arhat Formation! Would like to advise!"

"Old Na is here to take your fist." The other monk stepped forward slightly and pushed forward with a palm. His palm was pushed very slowly and softly, making it feel like he just touched Lei Wujie's fist gently. But Lei Wujie was shocked in his heart. He only felt that the soft palm seemed like a deep pool, and his fist strength was absorbed without a trace in an instant.

This monk did not look like the angered Zen master of King Kong, but with a smile on his face, a look of joy.

Lei Wujie couldn't wait to punch this smiling face with a punch, but he couldn't do it. He found that his fist seemed to be sucked in the palm of the Huanxi monk, and he couldn't pull it back no matter how he pulled it.

"True evil!" Lei Wujie jumped, kicking his feet on the monk's chest. The monk leaped high with Lei Wujie, and ate Lei Wujie's leg abruptly, but he didn't change his face. He still looked grinning: "The donor's leg work is not as powerful as palm strength. "

Lei Wujie couldn't help but smiled bitterly. The monk seemed weak, but he just sucked his palm, and now he can't even pull his legs back.

"I don't know if this benefactor is unintentional or Wujie, but does he have a trick?" The monk asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter whether you call Wuxin or Wujie." Lei Wujie followed him with a smile on his face.

"Oh?" The monk raised his eyebrows.

"You forgot the most important thing, the important thing is my surname Lei!" Lei Wujie yelled angrily, only to hear a few bursts sounding on the monk. Monk Huanxi shouted angrily: "Get up!"

Lei Wujie felt that the palm strength he had just struck back in an instant, he hurriedly retreated backwards.

Monk Huanxi let go of Lei Wujie, and took a few steps back to stabilize his figure, but the robes on his body were blown to pieces, but the smile on his face remained undiminished: "The benefactor is good. "

"You are not bad monk." Lei Wujie gasped heavily.

"Old Na Dapu." The monk Huanxi folded his hands together.

"Is the monk always smiling and tired?" Lei Wujie seemed to answer calmly, but cold sweat was already oozing out of his back. At this time, the original phase formation was already formed. Although the other six monks did not take action, their power was still in force. , Lei Wujie felt under the pressure, even speaking became more and more difficult.

"The donor is tired?" Zen Master Dapu smiled.

"I..." After Lei Wujie uttered a word, he felt that there was no way to continue.

"The donor is tired." Zen Master Dapu smiled and raised his hand. "If the donor is tired, just sit down." Zen Master Dapu raised his hand and gently pressed it down. Lei Wujie only felt a thousand on his body. Jun's power struck, and couldn't help but want to kneel forward. He lifted his infuriating energy and resisted himself, his figure stood firm, but his legs fell into the soil in a blink of an eye, and he almost lost half of his calf.

"The donor is strong, so why not sink three feet?" Zen Master Dapu increased his strength.

However, Lei Wujie did not continue to sink. He flushed and pulled out his legs abruptly. He took a step forward and gritted his teeth and said: "Three feet in the ground! Pooh!" With that sound, he finally slammed a punch that endured for a long time!

That punch is extremely powerful!

Zen Master Dapu put away his smile in an instant.

Lei Wujie only felt that at that moment, six monks suddenly appeared in front of him. Some were angry, some who held the devil's pestle, some who raised a bowl with a kind eyebrow, some who carried a cloth bag, and some who twisted long eyebrows. There were also those who were filled with smiles again in an instant. Except for the Zen Master Dajue who was sitting and meditating, the six of them attacked Lei Wujie almost instantly.

How many can Lei Wujie beat back with one punch? I don't know, let's call it first!

"Wuxin!" Xiao Se turned his head and shouted.

The white shadow had already flashed in front of him.

"Hanshan Temple is unintentional, come and break the formation!"

Lei Wujie felt a flower in front of him. When he came back to his senses, he was already standing next to Xiao Se, and in the formation was the unintentional monk flying in white robe.

The seven old monks on the opposite side were still standing or sitting quietly, smiling still, and glaring still in that unhappy look, it seemed that everything just now was just an illusion.

Lei Wujie wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Xiao Se beside him: "I almost died just now?"

Xiao Se nodded, but did not look at him: "I can't die again."