Crossing the Invincible World

Jiang Ning sneered, and withdrew the offensive against the first Arhat and faced the other seven.

"Bump!" Jiang Ning stretched out his right hand like lightning, caught the stick that one of the Arhats smashed, and then quickly removed the dark energy from it, and kicked his abdomen fiercely. Kick it out more than ten meters.

The next moment, Jiang Ning grasped the club tightly and swept it horizontally.

"Boom boom..."

There were six muffled sounds one after another, and the six figures all flew out.

"Huh, the abbot, I promised to help you find the murderer. It is to save you face. Even if I don't help you find the murderer, what can I do?" Jiang Ning was agitated by the indiscriminate actions of these monks, and his tone was full at this time. The smell of gunpowder.

Not to mention that he is also the master of a country, even if it is only about force, who can subdue himself here?

What a joke!

"You!" The abbot choked angrily for a long time before suffocating a word: "You... deceive people too much!"

Shaolin is also a big sect in the arena anyhow, who would dare to treat him with this attitude on weekdays?

Jiang Ning sneered: "Why? Don't you deceive others too much? I know that this is not my Da Ming did, but I just made it difficult for me..."

"Do you have any evidence to prove that you did not do it!" The abbot of Shaolin Temple was angry with his beard and staring, and his tone of voice became a little unstable.

The old sweeping monk on the side frowned.

Speaking of the abbot, the skill of cultivating the mind and nature is also very good. Otherwise, it is impossible to be the upper man, right?

But today I do not know why I am so gaffe!

"Do you have any evidence to prove that I did it?" Jiang Ning directly asked him in return.

Playing with the language, he doesn't believe that anyone can play himself, a modern person.

"You!" The abbot of Shaolin Temple took a deep breath, finally lowered the pressure of the fire, and said solemnly: "I won't waste time on lip service. In this way, I will give you two months and you will give me the murderer. find out……"

After Jiang Ning's trouble, the abbot of Shaolin Temple remembered Jiang Ning's identity.

The master standing on the pinnacle of the arena, and the king of a country.

No matter which one it is, it is not something he can easily offend.

If this is the case, then take a step back and have a brighter future.

In fact, the reason why Damingguo is required to investigate is entirely for the so-called face of the world.

He just wants Daming to make an attitude, and the real murderer...

They are not idiots at the Shaolin Temple, and they will naturally find out.

However, the abbot of Shaolin Temple has regressed, but it does not mean that Jiang Ning will also regress.

"Three months is three months, one day less, one minute, one second, it won't work!" Jiang Ning's attitude was very tough, and he directly sealed the abbot's later words!

Only then did Jiang Ning really come up with the attitude of the king of a country.

No matter how strong your Shaolin Temple is, can it be stronger than my army?

"So, don't you have to talk?"

"What do you mean?"

"Good! Good! Good!" The abbot of Shaolin Temple uttered three good words angrily. Then, he waved his right hand suddenly and shouted: "Take him for me!"

After speaking, I saw the Eight Great Arhats who had been swept away by Jiangning before rushing over again.

I saw them all vigorously, where did they look like they were hurt?

Seeing this, even Jiang Ning couldn't help but exclaimed, Shaolin Temple's Yi Jin Jing was really magical, and the mere skill of words made them quickly recover.

Thinking in my mind, the movement of his hands has never been slowed down by this.

"Since you are so unforgiving, then don't blame me for being merciless!" Jiang Ning flashed a cruel look in his eyes, and strode towards the Eight Great Arhats.

Anyway, he also crawled out of the corpse. What scene hasn't been seen?

Anyway, the system only finds out the murderer for his characters, but it doesn't say that killings in Shaolin Temple are not allowed.

"Joke, don't the donor Jiang really think that just now is their true strength?"

Hearing what Jiang Ning said, the abbot couldn't help but sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

Don't say it's you, even if you really get the power of the world, I'm afraid I can't say that these eight great Arhats can be killed.

"Old bald donkey, close your broken mouth, open your dead fish eyes and look forward to it, I will open your eyes!" Jiang Ning sneered, then took a palm.

"Jianglong eighteen palms, Kang Long has regrets!"

Along with the roar of Jiang Ning's words, a golden dragon condensed from Zhen Qi directly sprang out of his palm and smashed into the arhats.

"Yin~~" The golden dragon let out a long and deafening roar.

All the arhats were stunned to see them, really qi transformed? Can actually guide the real stomata to this degree?

In their eyes, this is more than incredible, it is simply unheard of!

You know, the ability to condense the internal force into a palm print and print it out already shows that the grasp of true qi has reached a certain level.

But if they use their internal force to condense a golden dragon that is only wonderful and beautiful, they can't imagine it.

The Arhats were dumbfounded, but that doesn't mean that Golden Dragon will stay still.

Under the control of Jiang Ning's mind, the golden dragon slammed into the past and slammed an Luohan's chest severely.

"Kacha!" A crisp bone crack sounded, and the Arhat's chest collapsed directly.

I saw him let out a scream, and his body slammed into a high wall tens of meters away, bounced to the ground, and splashed a large dust.

"The first one." Jiang Ning clapped his hands and said blankly.

From the expression on his face, he couldn't see the slightest discomfort he should have after killing someone.

The abbot was shocked, not to mention that Jiang Ning killed an Arhat with just one move, leaving him with no power to fight back.

This demeanor alone is enough to explain how much blood Jiang Ning has on his hands.

Listen to his tone... Is this counting?

Is it possible that he wants to kill all the eight great Arhats?

The abbot swallowed hard, which was a little too incredible.

Impossible, impossible, let alone Jiang Ning, even if it is...I can't do it right?

It should be that he was too worried, the abbot comforted himself. ,, ..