The monk is hanging up

Chapter 182 Lin Su wins
The mountain in the palm was placed on the iron rod, weighing more than three hundred catties, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, Luo Yu's hands tightened slightly, and the superimposed weight of the palm technique fully exerted by the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu was no less than a thousand catties.

The foot remained motionless, the iron rod spun, the wind whistled, Luo Yu's beast iron rod swung, shattering the phantom, but it stopped an inch away from Lin Su's arm, the Hunyuan Gang Qi was sunken, but it was not consumed .

Lin Su's shattering punch made his finger bones numb, and his strength was stronger than the three-pointed palm of the sky, but even so, he still couldn't take down Luo Yu. The iron rod didn't know what material it was made of. Leave a trace.

His eyes couldn't help but move from Luo Yu's hands to the strange iron rod. All Luo Yu's attacks came from the iron rod, and there was nothing else to say except the weight and mass.

The iron rod itself is a unique weapon, perhaps a weapon better than the dragon scale sword and the blood shadow sword.

Transforming his fist into claws, Lin Su grabbed the end of the iron rod.

"He found that stick was unusual." Zhou Yin smiled lightly, and said: "Unexpectedly, that hero passed all his weapons to Luo Yu, and I recognized this stick with my poor eyesight." .”

Ren Qi said absent-mindedly: "In addition to the Ziyun Sword taught by Quanzhen and the Crazy Demon Knife enshrined by the Heavenly Demon Sect, there are more magical weapons in the world."

The two of them competed with each other's zhenqi, and the zhenqi of both sides were equal on the iron rod. Luo Yu suddenly threw out a palm and brushed it past Lin Su's ear. The sharp zhenqi cut his earlobe, and the blood dripped Drop neck.

Lin Su did the same, grabbing Luo Yu's wrist, and the arm on the black robe was lifted a little, revealing the black bird pattern on the wrist.

"What is that?" Ye Feng shouted.

Zheng Yuheng stared at the pattern, "It's so familiar."

There were constant whispers in the audience, and they were all talking about Luo Yu's designs.

Luo Yu's eyes were filled with sullenness, and his other hand resolutely gave up the control of the iron rod, and slapped Lin Su's chest.

After taking a few steps back, Lin Su glanced at the iron rod in his hand, and threw it off the ring. Luo Yu without the iron rod was nothing to worry about, even if he slapped him forcefully, it was worth it.

Taking a deep breath, he stared at Luo Yu, and made the opening gesture of Luo Hanquan.Lingxu sword step under his feet stepped in front of Luo Yu in three steps, the basic boxing techniques of Shaolin 72 unique skills showed a strong side at this moment, Luo Yu straight backed up after several punches.

Great Vajra Fist!

Sky palm!
Shaking fist!
All kinds of powerful fists and palms were greeted at the same time, and the situation on the field was one-sided. Lin Su had the absolute upper hand, and the victory and defeat had quietly changed inadvertently.

But Lin Su didn't dare to be careless. Before Luo Yu fell, it was unknown who would lose and who would win. Maybe Luo Yu had a backhand, just waiting for him to get carried away.

Boo!
The patterns on Luo Yu's left and right hands seemed to come alive. Qingluan Huofeng pecked at Lin Su at the same time. A ball of fire spewed out from Huofeng's mouth, and half of the ring was blown to pieces. Qingluan hovered over Lin Su's head, scattering seeds, After a few breaths, small saplings grew on the ring, and the seeds on Lin Su's robe quickly germinated, growing one foot high in a short while.

Taking off his robe and throwing himself on the ring, to avoid Kai Huofeng's intrusion, Lin Su slammed his palm.

Just when this palm reached Luo Yu's front, a dharma figure that Lin Su couldn't tell the details suddenly opened his eyes on top of the former's head, with a human head and a snake body, holding a multicolored stone in his hand, as if he was slapping a mosquito with his huge palm. Lin Su was knocked back to the edge of the ring.

"What kind of dharma is this?" Lin Su has dabbled in Buddhist and Taoist dharma, but this is the first time he has heard of such a strange dharma. Nie Lin's dragon and snake dharma is already rare enough, but Luo Yu is even better.

"Nuwa, the ancient god?" The well-informed Zhou Yin immediately recognized this ancient god, who came from ancient myths.

"What a scary momentum." Even the experienced Ren Yue was startled by this sudden appearance. It was really not easy for Luo Yu to be able to condense the Dharma appearance of Nuwa at such a young age.

The audience, who had been frowning just now, suddenly became excited.

"So it's just a phantom of the dharma." Lin Su wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He is also a man who has condensed the phantom of the dharma, and he can clearly distinguish the difference between the phantom of the dharma and the phantom of the dharma.

Qingluan Huofeng submerged into Luo Yu's wrist again, looking at Lin Su coldly.

"A mere shadow of the Dharma."

Lin Su snorted coldly, and the Dharma form gathered behind him.

Ye Feng's jaw dropped in shock, Shan Lianheng and Zheng Yuheng seemed to be struck by lightning, so the gap is already so big?
Are they too evil, or are we behind?

Lin Su's dharma image only has a pair of bergamot hands, but it is a real dharma image, which is different from the illusion of phantom, and it is no different from Shaolin's Golden Buddha.

Luo Yu was surprised, this person is really difficult to deal with.

"One move will determine the outcome."

The dry and hot zhenqi was boiling, and the aura of heaven and earth formed two huge vortexes in the sky above the ring. The audience on the sidelines felt a sense of suffocation, they couldn't breathe, and they were very uncomfortable.

Lin Su's hands were changed into palm prints, and at the same time that the aura of heaven and earth was poured into the dharma face, the real energy in his whole body was continuously drilled into his right hand along the seven meridians and eight meridians. The burning feeling made his entire arm seem to be burned into bones The scum is so heavy that it cannot be lifted.

So painful.

Luo Yu attacked quickly, and the dozens of different colors covering his right fist were terrifying. Lin Su gritted his teeth, mobilized all the strength in his body, and unleashed a stunning palm move.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!
hold head high!
"puff!"

Luo Yu spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, and the masculine power of the eighteen palms of the dragon shattered dozens of qi in his fist. Luo Yu's back.

call!
The wind blew away Luo Yu's face scarf, and an exquisite angel face with no flaws appeared in Lin Su's eyes. With a small cherry mouth, a straight nose, and icy muscles, it was clearly a girl with perfect appearance.

Lin Su was stunned for a moment, he had been fighting with her for so long, but he still couldn't recognize the truth that Luo Yu was a daughter. He only said that Luo Yu was petite.

Secretly smiled wryly, he was preconceived.Self-righteous people think that all powerful people are men, but they ignore that women also have masters, such as Frost Sword Ruan Fei, Ziweimen, one of the ten sects, is the nunnery, and the master Shi Yizhen is ranked 13th in the dragon list. Dare to say that she is not strong?

Not only him, almost everyone who was dumbfounded now mistakenly thought that Luo Yu was a man. Who would have thought that a woman could defeat Ren Qi in just a few moves.

Feeling the naked eyes of the crowd, Luo Yu couldn't help feeling angry, picked up the mask that fell on the ground, and covered the face that made the audience greedy again.

The referee announced: "Lin Su, win."

"Congratulations to Lin Su for becoming the champion of this Bodhidharma meditation meeting."

Lin Su heaved a sigh of relief. He was also at the end of his strength. The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon exhausted his strength.

Most people's attention was on Luo Yu, just like those girls were on Ren Qi, but there were a few exceptions.

Shan Lian Heng's eyes lit up, such a domineering palm technique, when Brother Lin learned the move, could it be his own self-created move?

"The sound just now was the dragon's roar, right?" Zhou Yin asked.

Ren Yue said: "It seems to be true, I am getting more and more incomprehensible about his martial arts and martial arts."

"It's okay, I'll know everything when I ask." Zhou Yin said.

(End of this chapter)