The van that crosses

It's six o'clock in the morning, and at the speed of the van, it can fly 180 kilometers per hour, which means 540 kilometers in three hours.

Come to think of it, the Hero Conference will not end so soon.

……

Three hours later, Dashengguan, Lujiazhuang's martial arts field.

"Stinky boy, let me meet you." Darba let go of the injured Huo Du, picked up the golden pestle in his hand, and rushed towards Yang Guo in the field.

"Good come."

Yang Guo immediately felt the wind under his feet, and leaned back, his body dodged the waving golden pestle in a strange posture.

At the same time, a force moved his body backwards.

When Jin Chu attacked again, he saw Yang Guo lightly tap his feet, his body turned over, and then he waved the sword in his hand and stabbed Darba with a sword.

"Yeah!" Dalba was also a battle-hardened person, with a wave of the golden pestle, the huge force actually shattered the sword in Yang Guo's hand.

"Ah?" Yang Guo was also taken aback, and immediately performed light work, his body immediately rose into the air, avoiding Darba's attack.

Then, he landed on a stone pillar, held a broken sword, pointed at Darba not far away, and said, "Don't move, do you have someone named Qiu Yi Nong-"

Before Yang Guo finished speaking, a loud shout came from the air.

"Dodge, let me dodge!"

This loud shout directly attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Then... what is that?"

"Big Bird? No, no..."

"The iron box? There seems to be someone inside."

"The iron box seems to be coming towards us."

"Hey, when you say that, it seems to be true."

"Fuck, flash."

"If you don't want to die, hurry up and flash."

"Ah... run!"

The martial arts heroes who were onlookers immediately looked horrified, and each used their own body techniques to escape from the place.

Those with quick responses and good skills can naturally avoid the past.

However, there were also six heroes with lesser martial arts standing on that side, and they didn't react.

If there is no accident, the iron box will definitely hit the six people.

"Not good!" Guo Jing, who was on the side, said that it was not good when he saw this situation.

Immediately, he exerted his internal strength, and the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing palms were conceived, and they were about to fly up and knock the iron box into the air.

However, at this very moment, I saw a monk came down from the iron box with a man in his hand.

"drink!"

I saw that the monk shouted loudly and slammed his fist on the iron box.

The next second, I saw that the iron box's landing trajectory was farther away, and it smashed directly into the room over there.

"Boom!" A loud bang.

The pillars supporting the house were directly broken several times, and then the house that was five or six meters high collapsed suddenly, setting off a large amount of smoke and dust.

"Oh!"

Zhou He fell to the ground with a bang, his feet directly smashed several hard blue bricks around him, and his feet also sank deep into the ground.

"Huh! It looks like we're not too late." Zhou He put down the frightened Liu Tie's hand, then lifted his foot out of the deep pit, and began to slap the soil on his shoes.

"However, it's so cold." Zhou He felt agitated, he didn't expect that it was actually winter here.

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Before everyone present could react, Yang Guo spoke first.

"Monk, who are you? Why did you come down in an iron box?" Yang Guo pointed at Zhou He with the broken sword and asked.

"My name is Zhou He, and I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk." Zhou He said firmly.

"Not a monk? Then why do you have such short hair?" Yang Guo scratched his head and said.

"You take care of me." Zhou He was too lazy to explain.

"Where is the wild monk who dared to destroy your grandfather's battle with me and give me death!" Dalba came back to his senses and shouted, and the golden pestle in his hand smashed towards Zhou He's chest.

"Hey, hey, your opponent is me." Yang Guo shouted immediately when he saw Dalba's shot, but he didn't.

Zhou He's eyes narrowed, and he swiped his right hand on his waist. Immediately, he held the pig-killing knife in his hand, and then slashed towards the attacking golden pestle.

"Boom!"

A storm swept out, instantly blowing the surrounding smoke away.

One knife and one pestle collided, and Zhou He's killing pig knife actually cracked.

And Darba's golden pestle was also broken from the middle.

"Cuckoo!" Dalba took three steps back to stabilize his body.

Obviously, Darba's hands were shaking violently.

On the other hand, Zhou He was holding a knife handle, his right hand was extremely stable, and his footsteps did not move.

"Dalba? I heard that you are extremely powerful, so let's make a gesture?" Zhou He threw the knife handle in his hand and looked at Dalba.

"Wow..."

The people present finally reacted and saw that Dalba was repelled from the front, and there was an uproar.

"Brother Jing, who is this person? You have a lot of strength." Huang Rong said solemnly.

"I don't know. He said his name is Zhou He. I don't have the slightest impression in my mind." Guo Jing shook his head and said.

"Wow, monk, you are so strong, you are even stronger than this Dalba." Yang Guo jumped lightly and landed on the ground, looked at Zhou He, and exclaimed.

"Whoa, whoa, look at the move." Darba shouted angrily, threw away the golden pestle in his hand, and threw his fist towards Zhou He.

"Good job!" Zhou He waved his fist to meet him.

In an instant, the two fists collided together.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

"Ah..." Dalba's right hand bones were directly dislocated, and then he screamed, and his body flew back upside down.

"Good! Good job."

"The monk is so good, it's amazing."

"I thought it was so powerful, but I was defeated with one punch."

Zhou He's punch directly made the martial arts heroes present cheered.

Seeing this, Falun Dafa King Jinlun frowned, and then slapped it out.

Just as he was about to hit Dalba, he saw his right hand turn around, and an invisible air flow appeared, directly dragging Dalba, the huge body suddenly stopped, and it landed safely on the ground.

"Master!" Darba endured the pain and glanced at Dharma King Jinlun gratefully.

Chapter 93 Golden Wheel Dharma King

Falun Dafa King Jinlun didn't say a word, he reached out and tapped Darba's arm a few times, and then tugged.

Click!After a few beeps, Darba's dislocated arm recovered.

"Don't do anything in the past few days, so you can cultivate well." King Jinlun said.

"Yes, Master, thank you Master for helping him." Dalba thanked him respectfully.

King Jinlun took a step forward with the golden wheel in his hand, looked at Zhou He, and was about to speak, but Zhou He spoke first.

"I said, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, whoever calls me a monk, I'll beat him up." Zhou He looked around for a week, scanning those so-called 'martial arts heroes'.

To be honest, in this hero meeting, only a few Guo Jing can get their hands on them, and the rest are all for soy sauce, eating and drinking.

When those people saw Zhou He's eyes swept over, they didn't dare to look at him at all, and all bowed their heads.

Needless to say, these people are definitely not saying that Zhou He is a monk.

"Ahem, at such a young age, with such a strong vigor cultivation, I dare to ask, who is your teacher? Where is your teacher?" King Jinlun coughed twice and said lightly.

"How many times do you want me to report my family name? I said it before. My name is Zhou He, Zhou He, Zhou He. Do you pretend you don't know or you really didn't hear it?"

"As for where the teacher is, I'm sorry, I don't have a master, but I occasionally got a secret when I was young: Hard Qigong." Zhou He said.

Hearing Zhou He's words, the corner of Falun Gong's mouth twitched, his face instantly gloomy, and the golden wheel in his hand tightened.

"It's a good hard qigong, then let me experience it."

If there is a disagreement, the fight will start, and King Jinlun will not be accustomed to Zhouhe.

With a sudden step under his feet, he flew over, waving the golden wheel in his hand and smashing it towards Zhou He.

"Bullying me without a weapon?" Zhou He watched the weapon smash over, tapped his feet, flew backwards, and avoided the attack, he wasn't stupid enough to take it hard.

This Golden Wheel Dharma King has now practiced the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong to the ninth level, and with a single blow, he has a thousand jins of power.

In addition to the blessings of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he also held an iron pestle with five golden wheels in his hand.

Zhou He might not lose in terms of strength if he went for a hard pick, but Zhou He's fist would definitely be destroyed.

Although his physical strength has been greatly strengthened, there is no such thing as the iron pestle of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

"Which hero will take the weapon and use it!" Zhou He shouted to the side while dodging.

"Here, I'll lend you my weapon."

Suddenly, a call came, and immediately, an iron rake made of fine iron was thrown over.

"Thank you!" Zhou He grabbed the iron rake.

Before Zhou He could look at who borrowed the weapon, the iron pestle in the hand of King Jinlun had already smashed.

"Bang!" A loud noise.

The iron rake and the iron pestle collided, and a violent force erupted from the center of the collision, sweeping the surroundings.

The two also stepped back four or five steps due to their enormous strength, and each step cracked a green brick.

"Hard Qigong is really amazing." King Jinlun said expressionlessly.

Zhou He's expression was incomparably serious: "Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill really deserves its reputation."

"Here!" King Jinlun charged towards Zhou He again.

Zhou He didn't say a word, his feet kicked fiercely, and his body was also rushing towards Jinlun Falun Gong.

Before the two approached, Zhou He grabbed the iron rake in his hand and waved it away.

"Oh!"

"Boom bang bang..."

A series of collision sounds sounded, and the two people in the field fought back and forth.

The weapons of the two of them still smashed to the ground from time to time, and a large number of blue bricks were smashed, or a big hole was made.

This kind of harmony and destructive power shows how powerful the two are.

Except for Guo Jing and other limited people, I'm afraid they won't be able to take a single move.

"Good... so strong."

"Who is this person? Why have I never heard of it, but there is such a momentum in the battle."

"That Jinlun Fawang is also the national teacher of Mongolia after all. This is not...wrong. Where did this Zhou He come from?"

"It's terrifying. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to take a single move."

The heroes who were playing soy sauce around saw the battle between the two, and they were really shocked.