After ten years of cold window, you told me it was Zongwu?

As soon as the words fell, a slap fell on the child's head.

"Like your bastard!" The man in the middle was furious, "Don't grow up well, what kind of martial arts are you learning, you have entered Shaolin, and I will die if you don't!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Good beating, why didn't you kill your son of a bitch!" The woman who was cooking, her face darkened immediately, pinched the child's ear, and gave another fat beating.

"Good girl, good land, hehe, monk..." The middle-aged man chuckled and began to sing, "What a joke."

"The head of the house, don't dare to say it clearly. After eating, there is still land to plant!" The woman's expression changed, and she quickly interrupted the man's words.

The middle-aged man also came back to his senses, knowing that he shouldn't have complained, and stopped the resentment in his mouth.

At this moment, a huge shadow suddenly fell in the sky.

The man raised his head and looked at the sky, and saw a huge strange bird flying by and falling towards Shaolin.

"My lady, what is that?"

"It must be a member of the martial arts, don't worry about things that have nothing to do with us, and don't cause trouble."

Mahavira Hall.

"Amitabha."

After the morning class, Ling Shi suddenly sighed, "I don't know if Xuan Cheng has arrived in Tianshan, but he will destroy the Tianshan faction."

"square……"

Boom!

Before the other monk could reply, he heard a thunderous sound. Looking at the sound, he saw the plaque of the Daxiong Hall broke and fell, and a black object smashed in, crashing into the ground.

It was a shiny head, with wide-eyed eyes, and he could not rest in peace.

Ling Shi is very familiar with this person, he is Xuan Cheng, the most outstanding monk in Shaolin Temple in the past 200 years, and the most promising great master.

"This……"

The entire Daxiong Palace was silent.

"This is a gift from my seat to you bald donkeys. I wonder if you still like it?"

A long voice sounded and fell on everyone's ears.

"Who came to Shaolin to play wild!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, followed by a gust of wind howling, and the sound of bang bang landed on the ground.

"Su Han from the Tianshan Mountains came here to worship the mountain, Shaolin Bald Donkey, get out of here!"

The roar was like thunder, shaking the hall, and the sound fell. Some weak monks fell to the ground with their heads in their arms, rolling in pain.

Su Han's strength is so powerful, with a sound wave technique, [-]% of Shaolin disciples bleed directly from their seven orifices and lose their combat power.

"This is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism. It doesn't seem to be very remarkable."

The vulture landed on the Shaolin martial arts training ground, looking down on a famous monk with incomparable arrogance.

"Go to the sky." Su Han waved his hand, saw the vulture walking up to the sky, and then walked towards the Great Hall of Great Heroes.

Suddenly, a monk raised his stick, and the sound of wind and thunder suddenly hit Su Han's head.

If it's true now, I'm afraid it will blow people's heads off on the spot.

"This is Shaolin martial arts?" Su Han chuckled, and punched out, with a bang, the person who came with a stick was smashed into two pieces and fell to the ground, having already lost his vitality.

"Evil thief, take your life!"

Another monk rushed out, his fists were condensed and very mighty.

Between waving hands, there was a dull sound of vigor.

"You also play boxing?" Su Han shook his head and punched indifferently.

Click!

"Ah!" The monk screamed and retracted his hand, his entire fist turned into blood mist.

"It seems that your skill has not reached home yet!"

With a flick of his hand, the monk landed more than ten meters away, hit the wall, and slid down slowly, leaving only a humanoid bloodstain on the wall.

"Come again!"

Su Han's eyes were like lightning, scanning the crowd, but no one dared to rush over.

"Amitabha, evil king, you have passed!"

Ling Shi looked at the young man who was walking, and frowned, "Shaolin is a sacred place for Buddhism, how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous."

Su Han spread his hands helplessly: "Then you let your Buddha come out. Otherwise, I will let you go to the West Heaven to invite him!"

As soon as his body moved, he had already landed among the group of monks, and between waving his hands, there were endless clicking sounds, and with just a few moves, the group of people were sent flying.

His strikes were extremely heavy, these monks had never even broken through the guru realm, how could they resist his single move, just in an instant, dozens of monks were killed one after another, and the entire main hall turned into a blood prison Shura field.

He walked up to Ling Shi and the others.

"Master Xuan Ku, let's meet again." Su Han chuckled, "I spared your life last time when I traded with Qiao Feng, there is no reason to spare your life this time."

Xuan Ku looked indifferent: "If the benefactor wants to take the poor monk's life, he will take it. Would the poor monk frown?"

"Really?" Su Han smiled noncommittally, raised his hand lightly, and slapped Xuan Ku on the top of his head.

boom!

Xuan Ku fell down.

Ling Shi broke out in cold sweat on his forehead: "Evil Monarch, do you really want to destroy my Shaolin Taoism?"

"Why not?" Su Han chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, after Shaolin is destroyed, I will help pass on your martial arts!"

Ling Shi was furious: "I fight you."

Waving his palm, he attacked.

"Why resist!" Su Han sighed softly, "You three-legged cat's kung fu is even inferior to Xuan Cheng's."

As soon as he stretched out his hand and twisted it lightly, another big head was twisted off and thrown aside.

"It's your turn!"

Looking at the remaining three monks, Su Han smiled lightly.

This smile immediately made people break out in cold sweat and his scalp tingle.

Talking and laughing to kill people, what kind of fierce character is this?

"Amitabha!"

Naturally, the three monks could not close their eyes and wait for death. They looked at each other and attacked together.

"go back."

With a flick of his long sleeves, Su Han met the punches, palms, and fingers of the three men, reversed his strength, and only heard three puff puffs, and the three fell to the ground with expressions of disbelief.

"Fighting to the stars!"

"You are from the Murong family!"

Su Han shook his head: "I'm not from the Murong family, I just got this martial art from the little ghost of the Murong family."

Approaching the three of them, he made up three records of the Six Meridian Excalibur, and asked the three of them to receive a lunch box.

"Life is really lonely. It's a pity that there are not many masters in Shaolin." Su Han sighed.

Wan Bu walked towards the back mountain of Shaolin. Along the way, many monks who had been disabled by the sound waves were still screaming. Su Han saw how pitiful he was, and frequently pointed out his fingers, killing them one by one, ending their suffering.

Back Mountain.

Standing thousands of feet high on the wall, a bronze palace comes into view.

According to Su Han's induction, there are more than ten powerful auras in the copper hall, all of them are strong, at least not weaker than Xuancheng.

"Everyone, the Shaolin Temple is about to be destroyed, and you can really hold your breath." Su Han sighed, and with a wave of his palm, an incomparably solid palm force hit the door of the bronze hall.

boom!

As if the morning bell is ringing, it is thought-provoking.

The next moment, the door of the bronze hall slowly opened, and twelve monks came out in a file.

These monks were skinny, like rotten wood, as if they were not far from death, but their eyes were very sharp and energetic.

"Since the benefactor has already won, why bother to kill them all!"

The leading monk uttered the Buddha's name and advised, "Leave at this time, Shaolin can let the past go, otherwise, if there is a big war, there will be casualties, so why bother!"

"Really?" Su Han was full of disbelief, "Don't talk big, monk, give me a shot!"

How could a mere twelve masters in the master realm make him take half a step back.

As soon as the voice fell, the whole person had already rushed over, and when he raised his hand, he struck out an extremely powerful fist, like a nine-cauldron falling down.

The tripod is so big that it cannot be asked lightly.

The strength of this punch has reached its peak.

"on!"

The twelve masters did not dare to underestimate Su Han's methods.

After all, if Su Han was too weak, they wouldn't persuade him to retreat.

Even if he offended Shaolin, he was able to escape unscathed, promising not to pursue it afterwards.

That is not the effect of Buddhism, but the deterrence of Su Han's strength.

Boom!

In the next moment, the twelve monks were connected in momentum, condensed into one, and the first one met Su Han's fist.

The palm and the fist met, and in an instant, there was a strong blow, and the ground exploded, as if it had been washed by a cannon fire, and even the bronze hall was punched out with huge potholes, making a loud noise.

"vomit……"

With one blow, the head monk retreated nine steps in a row before vomiting blood.