The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

"I don't have true qi, so I can't use it to fight; but my speed is so fast that I can even hide it from the eyes of the Eighteen Bronze Men. This is an advantage."

Xiao Xun was thinking silently, thinking about how to fight by making use of his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses.

Soon.

Eighteen bronze men who were originally staying in Tongren Alley came over, each holding a copper stick.

Eighteen arhats of Hui character generation.

Seeing these people, Xiao Xun heaved a sigh of relief.

There shouldn't be any problem in breaking through the first Eighteen Arhat Formation.

Afterwards, 18 people from the Yuanzi generation and the Xuanzi generation also came each.

An old monk with long earlobes said, "From now on, you can leave Shaolin."

Xiao Xun looked at the old monk, doubts flashed in his eyes.

"Each step away from Shaolin leaves footprints on the ground." The old monk said again.

Xiao Xun's complexion changed slightly.

Leave footprints with every step?

Wouldn't the advantage of my lightness kung fu be gone?

The old monk continued: "The eighteen arhats of Huizi, Yuanzi, and Xuanzi will prevent you from leaving along the way. Even if you fight with them, you must leave footprints on the ground."

"You really shameless!" Xiao Xun cursed secretly, glanced at the crowd of old monks, and found that most of them avoided his eyes.

Obviously, they are all very guilty, knowing that this is not authentic.

"Every step this disciple takes will definitely leave footprints on the ground." Xiao Xun gritted his teeth, itching with hatred.

"Start after ten breaths." Xuanji said.

As soon as the words fell, the three teams of eighteen arhats rushed towards the gate of the temple.

Xiao Xun stood on the spot with an extremely cold face.

After ten breaths...

Xiao Xun turned his head and looked at Shaolin for a while.

"Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown."

Xiao Xun whispered, and recited a poem that didn't fit the situation at this time.

However, it expressed his state of mind at the moment.

Shaking his head, he calmed down...

Xiao Xun turned around and walked towards the gate of the temple.

Step by step!

He didn't pay attention to the group of old monks anymore, his eyes were firm and focused, only the way forward.

The road ahead is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky.

however.

Since it is a road, no matter how difficult it is, there will always be someone to go.

A group of old monks looked at Xiao Xun's back and felt a kind of solemnity, aloofness, and firmness.

"This time, are we really doing the right thing?" An old monk murmured in a low voice, with a little confusion flashing in his eyes.

Does it make sense to forcefully keep a monk who wants to return to lay life?

"Maybe it's not right, but I have to do it." The old monk with long earlobes said.

"You know it's wrong, why do you do it?" an old monk whispered.

"Listen, what Hui Wu brought to Shaolin." The old sweeping monk beside him said.

The monks were stunned for a moment, and immediately released their perceptions one after another, focusing on their ears, listening to the sound of the entire Shaolin.

Shaolin, which used to be peaceful and clean, became extraordinarily noisy this morning, and there was a faint excitement and excitement mixed in it.

The strength of the old monks is very strong, but not strong enough to listen to the whole Shaolin.

But this time, they all felt that they heard the whole Shaolin clearly.

Porridge!

Almost all Shaolin disciples were talking about porridge, full of joy and excitement.

Laba Porridge.

Hui Wu's gift to the whole Shaolin.

All the old monks could not calm down anymore.

"It's really insidious. The first one is actually the Eighteen Arhats of the Yuanzi generation."

Both feet stepped firmly on the ground, but Xiao Xun was secretly cursing Shaolin's insidiousness in his heart.

Once the perception was scattered, there was no grass or tree in a radius of three hundred feet to hide, and it was easy to find the traces of the monks.

A hundred zhang ahead, eighteen monks of the round generation in yellow clothes had already set up a battle, waiting for Xiao Xun to pass by.

"They all drank my porridge, so I don't know if they will show me some face."

Xiao Xun breathed a sigh of relief, he had already come to the vicinity of the yellow-clothed monk.

Step by step approach.

moment.

Xiao Xun stopped and looked at the eighteen yellow-clothed monks three feet away.

"The congee is delicious, but it's my duty, I hope my nephew is not to blame." A yellow-clothed monk said.

"Let's start right away."

Xiao Xun took a deep breath, and pointed the copper stick in his hand forward.

"Offended." A yellow-clothed monk said something, and rushed towards Xiao Xun with a long stick in his hand.

Xiao Xun's eyes were focused and his perception was fully open. When the yellow monk came to him with a stick, Xiao Xun took a quick step forward, barely avoiding it.

A strange look flashed across the yellow-clothed monk's eyes, and he swung the long stick at Xiao Xun again.

Xiao Xun suddenly raised the copper rod in his hand.

Bang~!

The long stick hit the copper rod, but the copper rod did not move at all.

"What a lot of strength!" The monk in yellow was shocked.

"I didn't use my true energy." Xiao Xun said secretly.

After blocking the yellow-clothed monk's attack, Xiao Xun didn't stop at all, and continued to move forward.

Another yellow-clothed monk attacked in front of him, and his stick shot straight at Xiao Xun like an arrow.

Xiao Xun swung the copper stick forward.

The attacking long stick immediately changed the direction of the attack, shooting towards Xiao Xun. "It's useless to be angry."

Xiao Xun's eyes flickered, and his feet moved forward steadily.

"Form the formation directly and take him down!" the yellow monk who fought against Xiao Xun first shouted.

Xiao Xun's heart shuddered, and he tightened his hand holding the copper rod. At the same time, his perception was fully opened, and his mind was focused to the extreme.

next moment.

The eighteen bronze figures moved at the same time, surrounded Xiao Xun in an instant, and kept running, changing their positions.gradually…

The Eighteen Bronze Men were getting faster and faster, and they all became afterimages.

Whoosh~!

A long stick suddenly hit Xiao Xun.

Xiao Xun raised the copper stick in his hand, and the long stick flew back immediately.

Whoosh~!

A cracking sound rang out.

Seven long sticks attacked Xiao Xun's body in seven places.

Xiao Xun's hands were like lightning, and he swung seven sticks in an instant, bombarding the seven long sticks that were attacking.

The footsteps are still moving steadily.

One step at a time, this really greatly limited Xiao Xun's strength.

However, this will not reduce Xiao Xun's eyesight and shooting speed.The attacking sticks, one or seven... In Xiao Xun's eyes, there is no difference.

Long sticks aren't fast enough!

Whoosh~!

There was also a sound of breaking through the air.

This time, eighteen yellow-clothed monks attacked together, and eighteen long sticks attacked Xiao Xun at the same time.

Xiao Xun's face was as usual, his footsteps did not stop, and the frequency of swinging the stick in his hand was more than three times faster than before.

Bang~!

Eighteen bangs overlapped together, seemingly dull and loud.

The eighteen monks in yellow staggered back together, their eyes flashed with astonishment and shock.

Xiao Xun had walked out of the encirclement circle of the eighteen yellow-clothed monks, and walked two zhang forward, stopped, turned his head slightly, and asked, "Masters and uncles, has this disciple passed the test?"

The eighteen monks in yellow looked at Xiao Xun's back with lingering fear, unable to calm down.

Xiao Xun smiled and continued to move forward.

"No wonder some people say that in the world of martial arts, everything is invincible, only speed can't be broken."

…………… Ask for flowers………

Xiao Xun felt emotional.

He never expected that he could break through the level of the Yuanzi generation so easily.

"They don't seem to use true qi..."

Xiao Xun whispered, feeling a little warm in his heart.

After a while.

Xiao Xun met eighteen monks of the Xuan family in a pagoda forest more than two hundred zhang away from the temple gate.

At this moment, the eighteen monks of the Xuan generation were all kneeling on the ground, as if they were meditating with their eyes closed.

Xiao Xun glanced at the right road, curled his lips, and turned into the tower forest helplessly.

This pagoda forest is the resting place of the eminent monks of Shaolin.

A small pagoda represents an eminent monk.

"Disciple Huiwu, I have met all masters and uncles." Xiao Xun put his hands together and saluted very respectfully.

"Go back, you won't be able to pass this level." A monk said.

Xiao Xun said: "Disciple has made up his mind."

The monk who spoke just now looked at Xiao Xun and said, "It is true that you have some ability to pass the previous test, but you should know that the Xuanzi generation is much stronger than the Yuanzi generation."

Xiao Xun took a deep breath, his eyes were full of determination, he stepped forward, and said while walking: "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, this disciple will go through it."

After finishing speaking, the figure approached a group of monks of the Xuan family.

Whoosh~!

Suddenly, the monk of the Xuan family who was closest to Xiao Xun stretched out his right hand abruptly, and attacked Xiao Xun's ankle, as fast as lightning.

Xiao Xun's reaction was quick, his steps moved back three inches in an instant, barely avoiding it.