From Chapter Seven of Xuanjun

Chapter 55
"when--"

The admiralty gas mask rotated slowly, and there was a flexible force circulating, which released all the force of the palm that opened the stele and cracked the stone, and blocked it together with the raised dust.

It's not that Tieshan has never fought against warriors who can make golden bell jars before. After all, this martial art is too bad, but he has never encountered such a special golden bell jar.

Instead of being strong, use softness to overcome rigidity, which is extremely smooth.Tieshan's mountain-opening palm struck Jinzhong's air cover with force, and at most it could only exert [-]% of its power, and this [-]% was not enough to break through Shen Yi's defense.

That vajra-like figure was standing inside the golden bell's gas shield, his face was less than a foot away from the palm print, but this distance was like heaven to Tieshan.

"Amitabha."

Shen Yi clasped his hands together, looked at Tieshan, and asked with concern: "Benefactor, haven't you eaten yet?"

Otherwise, how could your palm be so weak?
He didn't say it clearly, but he understood everything.

Tieshan blushed immediately, feeling that the humiliation he had suffered in his life was not as serious as this moment.This is simply a great shame!
He laughed back in anger, his internal energy was flushing through the meridians in his hands, making a brushing sound together with his muscles and bones.

Those who practice vigorous martial arts must not be weak in physique, otherwise their body will be destroyed first by their vigorous energy. As a disciple of the deputy head of the Dajiang Gang, Tieshan has a famous teacher who has passed on his teachings, so naturally he will not have any regrets in this regard .

He raised his palm, the palm was strong and powerful, and there was a continuous and round momentum, as smooth and unimpeded as a stream of water, and the dense palm shadow was like a dark cloud cover, pouring down on the golden bell hood.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

The gas mask kept ringing, and it kept turning and swaying under the dense palm shadows. Shen Yi stood in it, clasped his hands together, and looked at the palm shadows motionlessly.

He used the military formula to force his energy, and shaped the golden bell's air cover, adding a bit of thickness to the already weak defense, making it unshakable like a real big bell, and it looks really magnificent to outsiders , Majestic and majestic.

In Shen Yi's view, this big clock has two manifestations.

If the special effects are turned on, it will naturally be like a King Kong descending into the world, and the treasure looks solemn, but if the special effects of illusion are turned off, it will be howling ghosts and gods, and the heavy bell seems to rise from hell, with a faint and boundless feeling. One after another, remnant souls danced around the big clock, exuding a gloomy air.

With the collision of the air mask and the palm strength, the wisps of resentment also touched Tieshan's palms, affecting Tieshan's mind without any trace of evil.

Even if Shen Yi took the initiative to restrain his evil ability, slight influences would still happen quietly.

The more Tieshan attacked, the angrier he felt in his heart. There was a vague voice echoing in his ears, and his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes. The monk in his eyes was so hideous.

[Strength! 】

He seemed to hear the monk shouting.

[Strength! 】

[Strength!You didn't eat, did you? 】

"Ahhh!"

Tieshan attacked like crazy, sparing no energy in his moves, and only used all his strength to strike out with both palms.

The power of the palm pierced through the air, making endless explosions, and the surrounding area was also carried by the wind of the palm, and dust was swept up.

Ten palms, fifty palms, one hundred palms!

From the violent storm to the silence of the flags and drums, the meridians were tingling, both palms were recoiled by the force, and blood came out, but the golden bell gas mask was still intact.

"When~"

The last long bell stopped, and Shen Yi folded his palms together, and the golden bell gas mask outside his body was already stained with chaotic bloody palm prints.

"Amitabha, benefactor, it seems that the little monk won."

He calmly stopped the gas mask from turning around, and said slowly.

I have to admire the power of Bing Zi Jue. Shen Yi used Bing Zi Jue to shape the air shield and imprisoned the inner Qi in a bell shape to prevent it from leaking out. How many.

If it was changed to be under the bright moon, Shen Yi could even replenish his internal energy at any time, so that the Admiralty's air shield could be maintained all the time.

His calm posture made Tieshan, who was depleted of internal energy, attack his heart, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out directly, splashing the mask bright red.

"You... Vajra Monk is innocent!" Tieshan yelled angrily, "You and I are irreconcilable!"

'Another crazy one, it seems that I can't fight with people for too long in the future, and I can make a quick fight if I can. '

Looking at his appearance, Shen Yi knew that this guy had lost his mind due to the stimulation, and he sighed in his heart that this year's Billboard seems to be not doing well, the hundredth place can't even stand the stimulation.

You know, Wu'an was able to fight fiercely under Shen Yi's full firepower of evil dye, and he didn't completely lose his mind in the end.

This one hundredth place, the name does not match the reality, it is better than Wuchen.

"Benefactor, if you don't call me by this nickname, the monk might still be merciful."

Shen Yi twisted his neck and made a crisp sound, "But you don't know what to do."

The admiralty gas mask was withdrawn suddenly, and the bloodstains on it fell from the air one after another. Suddenly there was a flash of gray shadow, and there was a sound like tearing silk, as if even the air was torn in two.

Xiang Xiang crosses the river!

This lightness kung fu was used for a short-distance burst, and an explosive reaction force immediately appeared under his feet. The strong wind tore apart the falling blood, allowing Shen Yi to pass through it, and sent a light punch to Tieshan's chest.

"Oh!"

Amidst the muffled sound, the soft force in the fist erupted, and the burly figure flew upside down like a rag, bumping into the young master Shangguan Ming, and the two fell into a bunch of rolling gourds.

"Master!"

"Master Iron!"

The team doing white things was in a mess, and there seemed to be a murderous intent rising among them, but under the empty glance from behind, the murderous intent quietly subsided again.

Young people fight back and fight, and they are too lazy to care about it. At most, they will teach their nephew a lesson, but he will not ignore the elders when they make a move.

The white-clothed monk smiled and sat on the back of the tiger. The calm and unhurried Mi Que was really a great monk. If he hadn't been on the road with him for the past few days and became acquainted, Wucai who was beside him would have been really intimidated.

"Hmph, a group of brave bandits. If they dare to attack, I will give them a high regard."

Being able to sense the emptiness of his emotions from others, he curled his lips and said in disdain.

"And then beat them up, right?" The big tiger sitting under him also curled his lips and said.

"You talk too much."

Kong Kong punched Brother Hu on the head, and said: "Nephew, let's go, let's go to the city, let's find a place to wash up."

He called Shen Yi and told him to come over, and then a group of people swaggered into the city and walked past the funeral procession.

[On the second day of September, Vajra Monk Wuwang fought against Tieshan, the kaishan palm, outside Yanggu County. Tieshan attacked more than a hundred moves in a row, but it was difficult to break Wuwang's golden bell, and then he was knocked down with a single punch. 】

On the city wall, a figure dressed as a scribe watched the whole scene, and quickly wrote a line of words on the book in his hand.

(End of this chapter)