Wanderer of Myriad Worlds Chapter 76: Snaketail

With the passing of time, Fang Qingshan has attacked hundreds of fists towards the old monk.

　　Every punch hits the past, just like Huang Zhong Da Lu, deafening.

　　However, although the hammer strikes loudly, how can it break the big clock?

　　 Although the old monk didn’t do anything, Fang Qingshan not only didn’t take the slightest advantage, but was exhausted to death, sweating, pale, and even shaking his feet.

　　 "Duke Duan, he will be fine!"

　　 looked at Fang Qingshan's state and seemed a bit wrong. Abi asked worriedly.

　　 "Brother, he is fine,"

Duan Yu shook his head. At this moment, he also saw that his cheap fellow was not doing useless work, but borrowing the hand of an old monk to polish his martial arts, so he comforted, "Relax, immediately It's almost over."

　　 attacked Hundred Ten Boxings. Fang Qingshan's boxing strength first went forward and was unstoppable. After reaching a peak, he began to go downhill, but his momentum was a little bit more condensed and more and more powerful.

　　 Finally, at a certain moment, Fang Qingshan's momentum condensed to the limit, but the fist strength that had already been depressed to the extreme was a rapid climb. For a time, Fang Qingshan's whole person seemed to grow a little higher than the sky, the whole person seemed God is like a demon, and he can see the five dragons and five elephants lingering around him, unpredictable.

　　 Fang Qingshan was binocular, and punched with a punch, intending to punch first, as if completely instinctive.

　　 Slow!

　　 is very slow!

　　 It looks like Fang Qingshan is playing Tai Chi, everyone can see clearly.

　　 But no one underestimated this punch, whether it was as powerful as Grandpa Lee, or the unremarkable Jianghu Soy Sauce Party, passerby, they saw Fang Qingshan's punch, like a dragon, like an elephant, like a mountain.

　　 Fang Qingshan's five-finger clenched fist, with golden light on his fist, longhorn elephant trunk, condensed into one body, as Fang Qingshan's fist fell, it seemed that Taishan pressed the top, and the force was heavy and invincible.

　　Kaka Kaka!

　　 For the first time, the old monk’s three-foot air wall made an overwhelming sound, but the originally glorious air wall began to spread like spider web cracks.

　　 "Eh!"

　　 seeing this scene, the old monk could not help but whispered, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

　　 At first he did not know why Fang Qingshan made such a simple request, but with the attack of Fang Qingshan, the momentum became stronger and stronger, and the old monk discovered that Fang Qingshan wanted to make himself a whetstone.

　　 As long as he could resolve the crisis in Shaolin, the old monk naturally had no objection, so he directly released the three-foot gas wall, regardless of Fang Qingshan’s attack, he recited the Buddhist scriptures himself.

　　In his opinion, although Fang Qingshan is powerful, but wants to break through his own defense, at least there is still a gap.

　　How do you know, but Fang Qingshan actually made great progress in tea time.

　　Although after this punch, he also exhausted all his strength to become a fish on the board and let anyone slaughter, but he was able to hit such a peak punch. Obviously, his purpose of sharpening has been achieved.

　　 The old monk slowly stood up, and the broken gas wall was instantly renewed.

Fang Qingshan, who made the last punch, recovered, but didn't care about the outcome at all. After a little recollection, she couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

　　 Battle really deserves to be the best teacher.

　　 Through playing against Grandpa Lee, especially the old monk, Fang Qingshan's dragon-like prajna has been unprecedentedly tempered.

　　 Although he hasn’t practiced yet, Fang Qingshan knows that even if he doesn’t practice Qiankun’s move, the practice time of the sixth layer of the dragon’s power will be greatly reduced.

　　 Fang Qingshan blasted hundreds and dozens of punches, especially the last punch, which consumed a lot of spirit and energy. Now he relaxes, and one stumbles, but almost falls to the ground.

　　The old monk waved his hand, but his strength held him steady.

　　 "Son, are you okay!"

　　Azhu, Abi, Duan Yu saw Fang Qingshan almost fell to the ground, his heart tightened, and ran quickly to help him.

　　 "Thank you, Master, for your success!" Fang Qingshan waved his hand and paid a respectful respect to the old monk.

　　 "Well, it is also the chance of the donor!" The old monk smiled faintly.

　　 "The donor, Shaolin is a clean place for Buddhist doors, please come back!"

　　 solved Fang Qingshan, the old monk turned his head and said to Grandpa Li.

　　 Just now, when he saw Fang Qingshan exhausted, Li Gonggong could hardly resist the urge to shoot.

　　 Fang Qingshan is so young, but Xiu Wei is already so high, and let him grow up, Li Gonggong can hardly imagine what else can suppress him.

　　 Killing and budding threats, this is what he wants to do most.

　　 It is a pity that reality does not allow that the old monk does not allow him to be killed by Shaolin, and naturally he will not be allowed to attack Fang Qingshan.

　　 After all, he has a court behind him, and Fang Qingshan also has a free party behind him.

　　Although it is not appropriate to compare a school with the state, there are various compromises if the country is alive or dead, but the school pays more attention to personal will.

　　Once Fang Qingshan was killed by Shaolin, you can imagine the anger of Wuyazi and others, that there is an old monk, and Shaolin Temple is definitely not better than getting the court.

　　 "Good!"

　　Since the matter cannot be violated, Grandpa Lee will not be entangled~IndoMTL.com~ to pay homage to the old monk, then turn around and leave.

　　 This time Murongbo and others can only watch him disappear into the sky.

　　 "The donor said there is another martial art to ask, I don’t know what martial art?"

　　 sent Grandpa Li away, and the old monk could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fang Qingshan and Grandpa Li were simply two tigers who could not stand in one mountain.

While relaxing, the old monk could not help but be a little curious.

　　 Fang Qingshan is not a person without a background. But behind him are standing the three peerless masters of Wuyazi. What martial arts are they who can’t give instructions and ask for advice?

　　 "Master, this is not a place to talk, let's change a place!"

　　 Fang Qingshan looked around for a week and smiled at the old monk.

　　 "But it’s Lao Kwan’s no longer, please ask the donor to follow me to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

　　 The old monk stunned for a moment, then smiled.

　　 followed, and after paying a courtesy to Xuanci, they took Fang Qingshan and they disappeared in front of everyone instantly.

　　 The protagonist on the field disappeared. Murongbo and Xiao Yuanshan looked at each other, and they each hid.

　　 Shaolin was originally going to show Gusu Murong's family to show his majesty, but he didn't want the hero meeting to start, he was not under his control.

　　 Fortunately, the purpose of Shaolin today has also been achieved. If there is an old monk, Shaolin will have a strong backing, and the court will not send Shaolin at will.

　　 Shaolin will not be held accountable, and Murong Fu will naturally have no opinions.

　　The protagonist of the hero meeting doesn’t want to be investigated anymore. Although some people are unkind and others are inevitably regretful, but they have seen Fang Qingshan, Li Gonggong, Duan Yu, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Murong Fu and others, and they are enough to brag for a while. .