The strongest martial arts system

Chapter 166 Wuzhi Mountain and the Golden Bell Shade

"Ah!" Qingpao yelled, and hurriedly helped each other.

Looking at Gu Yan fiercely, it turned out that Gu Yan just wanted to scare himself, and didn't really do it.

Being teased like this, although Qingpao was not angry, but to put it bluntly, his skills were not as good as others.

"Okay, you won. Go down!" Qingpao stood to the left, giving way to the door panel under his feet.

With a wave of Gu Yan's hand, the white giant sword slowly disappeared in the air, walked straight to the door, and pulled the handle.

"By the way, about sleeping..."

Before Gu Yan finished speaking, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from the other party, and hurriedly changed his words: "I was joking, we will see you when we have a chance!"

After saying that, he opened the door panel and jumped down...

The feet landed firmly on the floor of the next floor, making a crunching sound of wood squeezing.

Gu Yan put away his usual smile and looked around cautiously.

The rooms on this floor are also very simple.

A futon, a lamp, a wooden fish, one mouthful...

A monk sat on the futon, motionless.

However, this monk Gu Yan has seen it before, the "Monk with White Palms" in the mouth of the flower snake.These hands are really white, no wonder they are called such a name.

"Hello, master!" Gu Yan clasped his palms together, his palms were hollow, his thumbs were turned inward, and he bowed in a very standard posture.

It can also be regarded as a spy.

"Benefactor, but you want to leave?" Monk Baizhang still sat on the spot without looking back, and said softly.

"Yes, master, please let me go down the tower." Gu Yan said politely.

"I don't want to stop you, but the Yu family is kind and entrusted to me, so I have to obey." Monk Baizhang said.

"Then I won't embarrass master, if I win, please let me go down the tower."

"If you win, I can't stop you, you go to the next floor." Monk Baizhang's tone did not fluctuate from beginning to end.

"Then Master, please!" Gu Yan reminded him when he saw that Monk Baizhang had his back turned to him and showed no sign of starting a fight.

Hearing what Gu Yan said, Monk Baizhang turned around slowly.

Looking at each other at such a close distance, Gu Yan found that the wrinkles on the other party's face were clearly visible. It seemed that he was not young, but he didn't seem to be as tall as Gu Yan imagined.

"The donor has been talking to me for a long time. He knew that I would not let you go, but he did not attack you. This is really what a gentleman does." Monk Baizhang stood up slowly and bowed to Gu Yan.

"Don't dare!" Gu Yan hurriedly returned the gift.

"The benefactor, please make a move!" Monk Baizhang signaled.

"The junior asked for advice." The other party had already mentioned this point, so Gu Yan naturally stopped worrying and raised his fist to attack tentatively.

Seeing that Gu Yan's boxing was as powerful as a tiger, Monk Baizhang nodded, and without hesitation, he punched straight out, simple and rude.

This is going head-to-head with Gu Yan!
"Boom!" The two fists collided, evenly matched.

Just as Gu Yan was about to change his move, he suddenly felt that his cheeks, shoulders, lower abdomen and knees... many places were being attacked at the same time.

Fist shadows flashed across the eyes, and the huge force directly knocked himself out, hitting the wall fiercely.

"Thousand-handed Arhat Fist?" Gu Yan froze for a moment, "I thought you were called Baizhang, and you used the palm technique."

"Fist, fist, and palm are all flesh hands, what's the difference?"

"That's right." Gu Yan stood up and stretched his muscles.

"The juniors are welcome!"

After saying that, Gu Yan raised his fist again and rushed forward.

This time, it was Gu Yan's long fist, which was no different from the previous moves of the white palm monk.

Monk Baizhang frowned, still in the same posture, and punched again.

"Bang!" The two fists collided again, and it was evenly matched.

However, Gu Yan's boxing technique this time was very different from the previous trial attack.

Although on the surface, Gu Yan only punched.But in fact, at the same time, he transformed the strength of the fist into a hundred punches, which collided with the thousand-handed Luohan fist of the white palm monk.

For a while, the sound of "boom and boom" was endless, as if hundreds of people were clapping their hands at the same time, which made people dazzled.

"The benefactor has a good countermeasure!" Monk Baizhang roared, and suddenly withdrew his fist, without hindrance, Gu Yan's vigor was like a flood, rushing towards Monk Baizhang.

"Thousands of hands are one!" Monk Baizhang withdrew his fist, and countless phantoms gathered on his palm, and he slapped it out forcefully.

Gu Yan saw a huge palm imprinted in the air, pushing towards him.

"Wuzhishan!" Baizhang old man said in a low voice, but his voice seemed to resound through the heavens.

Gu Yan's scattered energy hit the giant palm, just like Monkey King and Tathagata Buddha, it collapsed instantly.

"Golden bell cover!" In desperation, Gu Yan separated his hands!With a bang, a huge golden bell hit Gu Yan around.

"duang~" a loud noise.

The giant palm and the golden bell dissipated into the air at the same time...

"Golden bell cover?" Monk Baizhang was also stunned for a second, never expecting that Gu Yan would use hard qigong to dissolve his palm strength.

And it is also the hard qigong of Buddhism!

Being able to use hard qigong so vividly, Monk Baizhang is not as young as Xinhui, and at the same time, he is not yet a Buddhist disciple.

"I made the senior laugh." Gu Yan scratched his head in embarrassment, and used other people's moves to resolve other people's moves, which didn't sound like he was giving the other party a face.

But Gu Yan had no choice but to use it out of desperation.

"It's not a joke, but I have a little respect for the benefactor. I finally understand why the Yu family wants to kill you." Monk Baizhang nodded and said: "With such a powerful enemy, it really is not a good thing for the Yu family." good thing..."

"The master..."

"Don't be nervous." Monk Baizhang waved his hands and said with a smile: "We will still follow the original agreement. If the benefactor wins, he will go down!"

"The junior is going to be bold!" Gu Yan shouted, and rushed towards Monk Baizhang for the third time.

Monk Baizhang was stunned when he saw that Gu Yan only made another long fist, the move just now had no real effect, on the contrary, he lost a move.

How dare you use it again now?

But after thinking about it, Gu Yan raised his fist to attack, and he couldn't just sit still, so he hastily threw his fist to confront Gu Yan.

In an instant, the room was filled with fist shadows, and those who watched were dazzled.

"That's it!" Gu Yan yelled violently, stretched out his hands strangely, and grabbed the white palm monk's wrist.

The originally illusory fist shadow stopped in response, and there was no more waves...

"You... how did you see through my punching technique?" The white palm monk turned pale with fright, and hurriedly broke free with luck.

However, the other party's big hands were like iron tongs, and they didn't move a single muscle.

"Be careful!" Gu Yan snorted softly, retracted his arms, and pulled hard.

Monk Baizhang couldn't keep his figure, and was pulled over by Gu Yan.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Gu Yan stretched his right foot forward and kicked Monk Baizhang in the chest, sending him flying backwards...

(End of this chapter)