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

Instead of going to see a group of monks of Xuanzi generation, he walked directly towards the gate of the temple.

He walked very slowly, leaving enough time for the monks of the Xuan family to stop.

"Senior Brother Xuanming..." A monk of Xuanming generation looked at a monk standing on the east side.

Xuan Ming, the most powerful monk in this group of Xuan characters. "Let him go."

Xuan Ming stared at Xiao Xun's staggering and tragic back, and slowly said, "The next level, he won't be able to pass." "Is this going to pass?"

Xiao Xun pouted secretly, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

Still thinking about another wave of more tragic plots.gradually…

Xiao Xun came to the gate of the temple.

In front of the temple gate, the eighteen bronze figures have already formed a formation, posing in the posture of eighteen arhats.The copper sticks in the eighteen bronze men's hands glowed with golden light... Xiao Xun knew that this was the effect of using true energy.

Tallinn.

"Why do I feel that something is wrong?" A monk of the Xuan family stared at Xiao Xun's back, wondering and uncertain.

"It's really not right." Another monk said.

The most powerful Xuan Ming frowned, staring at Xiao Xun's back, his expression fluctuated, and after a long time his eyelids twitched fiercely: "His face." "Face?" Everyone was stunned, and soon a monk reacted.

"That's right, why is his face still so clean?" A monk of the Xuan family almost exclaimed.

Not far away, a monk of the first generation of Xuan was holding his swollen cheeks, and his voice was intermittent: "Wo Shaqian... punched his face, half of his face was knocked down by his punch." "Fucked!" Xuan Ming gritted his teeth. , "He's just pretending, he wasn't hurt at all!"

"But I did hit him." A monk wondered.

"Hmph, body training!" Xuanming snorted coldly, "If a person with blocked meridians wants to practice, the first thing to practice is 2.5 horizontal martial arts. He must be proficient in some kind of body training method. Our attacks do not carry true energy , the power is limited..."

"Let us be deceived by a junior?" A monk laughed angrily.

Most of the rest of the monks stared at Xiao Xun's back with righteous indignation.

Xiao Xun, who was confronting the Eighteen Bronze Men, had a look of unnaturalness on his face.

Kind of embarrassing.

No matter how old you are, you still gossip behind people's backs.

Shame or not.

I feel ashamed to drill a hole.

The Eighteen Bronze Men also heard the discussion in the tower forest, and looked at Xiao Xun with a bit of weirdness in their eyes.

not hurt?

installed?

Can this be done?

"Since it has been exposed, then I won't act." Xiao Xunxin said, lightly moved the copper stick in his hand, and stood on the bluestone on the ground, the blood at the corner of his mouth, the dirt and dust on the monk's clothes were all scattered.

In an instant.

Xiao Xun returned to his previous appearance, white clothes and plain socks, spotless.

The world is independent, and the clothes are fluttering.

There is no doubt that the elegant and peerless temperament is full.

Like a holy Buddha, like a banished immortal.

"It's really pretending." The eighteen bronze men agreed.

"Hurry up and tell the abbot that Hui Wu is leaving the temple." In the pagoda forest, Xuan Ming stared at Xiao Xun's back with a serious face.

He didn't think the Eighteen Bronze Men could stop Xiao Xun.

This is a monster! "I'm going right now."

The monks of the first Xuan generation responded, and couldn't help but take another look at Xiao Xun before leaving.

In front of the temple gate.

All the eighteen coppers stared at Xiao Xun solemnly, their eyes full of fear.

speed!

In the early morning, they all saw how fast Xiao Xun was.

Xiao Xunying stood upright, his chin raised slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled into a strange arc. Looking at the eighteen bronze figures, he asked warmly, "Brothers, have you ever been defeated?"

Chapter 197 You are going to leave before the lonely big move is released?

"Brothers, have you ever been defeated?"

The complexion of the Eighteenth Bronze Man became unsightly.

ever lost?

Of course I lost.

Not long ago, the Eighteen Bronze Men had just lost to Sha Mokong, a Buddhist disciple of the desert tantric sect.

Five years ago, some members even lost to Qiao Song.

A defeat is a defeat, but what do you mean when you mention it in person?

humiliation?

"If you have never been defeated, you will taste the taste of failure today."

As Xiao Xun said, he strode forward with a boundless arrogance exuding from his body.

The eighteen bronze men didn't speak.

They replaced words with actions.

beat!

Eighteen copper sticks, glowing with golden light, blasted towards Xiao Xun together. "too slow."

Xiao Xun commented calmly, he seemed to wave the hand holding the stick, and all the eighteen copper sticks that hit him flew upside down. "So fast!"

Even though he had already seen Xiao Xun's speed, the Eighteen Bronze Men couldn't help being shocked when they actually met. "Haunting!"

A low shout sounded.The voice just fell...

The nine bronze men dropped their sticks at the same time and rushed towards Xiao Xun. "Haunting?"

Xiao Xun was a little curious, he waved the copper stick nine times in a row, and tapped on the Jianjing acupoints of these nine bronze figures.

In an instant, the nine bronze figures stood still, with different postures.

next moment.

Six people fell from the sky to the ground, and after landing, they still maintained the posture before they fell.

"So they wanted to lock me up."

Xiao Xun glanced at the postures of these nine people, and the image of himself being entangled and locked by these nine people instantly appeared in his mind.

The faces of the remaining nine bronze figures all changed, and they looked at Xiao Xun with fear in their eyes.

"Brothers, offended."

Xiao Xun smiled lightly, and in an instant there were many figures, as if Xiao Xun appeared in front of every bronze monk.

next moment.

Xiao Xun stood outside Shaolin Temple with a copper stick in his hand.

"Phew, it's finally over."

Xiao Xun raised his head to look at the sky, exhaled a foul breath, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

From now on, regain your freedom.

There are no restrictions.

I can do whatever I want!

Inside the gate of Shaolin Temple, a group of old monks including Xuan Ji, Xuan Chi, Xuan Kong and others chased after them.

Xiao Xun turned around, stood outside Shaolin Temple, and looked into the temple gate.

Xuan Chi walked slowly to the front of the temple gate, and looked at Xiao Xun with a complicated expression.

"Really leaving?" Xuan Chi sighed.

Xiao Xun clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "All these years, thanks to my uncle's care, my uncle's kindness is as great as a mountain, and this disciple will never forget it."

"Live well, get tired of the world of mortals, and take 26 conversions, and come to Shaolin." Xuan Chi said.

"Uh... okay." Xiao Xun paused, nodded in response.

"Wait, your uncle will be here soon." Xuankong said.

"it is good."

Xiao Xun responded and looked down at the ground.

Keenly noticed that many old monks had indifference flashing in their eyes.

It made him a little sad, but he didn't regret it.

There are always unsatisfactory things in life.

It's impossible to be perfect.

It is also impossible to take care of everyone's mood.

"Today, as long as I am happy."

Xiao Xunxin said.

Soon.

Xiao Xun's fake uncle, Chen Ziping, walked quickly.

"Hehe~, I'm sorry to trouble all masters to give it to you. Someday Chen will definitely donate a golden Buddha to Shaolin." Chen Ziping said eagerly when passing by Xuan Ji, Xuan Kong and other old monks.

Xiao Xun felt silently for a while, but his perception was far away.

It's a pity that he didn't perceive Master Xuanku's uncle.

This made him a little regretful.

Seeing Chen Ziping approaching, Xiao Xun looked at the Shaolin plaque, put the copper stick on the ground, clasped his hands together, and performed a Buddhist salute towards the temple gate.

Stand up straight, take a deep breath...

"From now on, young disciple Huiwu has left Shaolin, and everything he does in the future has nothing to do with Shaolin."

Xiao Xun said loudly.

The sound is loud and travels far.

In Shaolin Temple, all the monks looked towards the direction of the temple gate.

this moment…

All Shaolin monks know: Huiwu, return to vulgarity.

Five breasts peak.

Xuan Ku looked at Bodhidharma's phantom, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Dragon diving out of the abyss depends on whether you swim for nine days in one day, or swim in the shallows with a dragon..."

Not far away, all the disciples of Chuzuzhai stared straight.

Startled!

When it comes to Bodhidharma's phantom, there are probably no one who is more familiar with the disciples of Chuzuzhai among the monks in all the halls of Shaolin.

And at this moment...

The eyes of the Chuzuzhai disciples were all shocked.

Dharma phantom changed.