"Well, Shaolin has worked hard for twenty years and finally achieved some results..."

Fang Ming nodded and praised.

How high is his vision now? It is enough to be proud that ordinary warriors can get him praise, but monks such as Xinzhen were so angry that they burst into tears. Even Mr. Tiedi next to him felt that this young man was too arrogant.

In his opinion, the Eighteen Stick Monk's Little Yaksha Stick Technique has been perfected. Every one of them is a first-class master in the world. He also has the host of Xinzhen, the Shaolin Guardian. The Eighteen Stick Monk Formation has changed endlessly and has almost no flaws. If he is in a place, he will find it difficult to get out even if he uses all his means!

After all, the Shaolin martial arts ancestral home has something to be proud of!

"Enter!" Xinzhen shouted loudly, and the eighteen-stick monk immediately roared forward, his voice in a consistent manner, as if he was alone.

The six stick shadows followed like shadows, covering their heads, completely blocking several retreat paths, and vaguely behind them.

Six stick monks were responsible for the attack, and the other six stick monks were responsible for defense. There were also six stick monks wandering around and were responsible for back and forth support. The entire eighteen stick monk formation suddenly started to run heavily, without any leakage, perfect for the sky.

The most important thing about a formation like this is that each has its own division of labor. Those responsible for the offense do not need to defend and can exert their power wholeheartedly. If they cooperate well, even the peerless masters will have to regret it!

Xinzhen set up this formation to deal with Fang Ming from the beginning. In addition to maintaining Shaolin's reputation, another reason was that she was extremely afraid of this young man.

"Well! Let's play with you!"

Fang Ming's figure was folded, as if it had turned into a thin piece of paper, and it slipped out in the middle of the six stick shadows.

Huh!

Six figures suddenly retreated, and six monks from the outside came in, and three dragon sticks blocked Fang Ming's retreat.

In an instant, the six stick monks turned attack to defense and replaced them with six other people. As long as these formations are not broken, they can constantly vomit the old and bring new things to rest and relay. There is no risk of true power being exhausted, and the person who broke into the formation can only be trapped to death!

"Not bad! The little yaksha stick technique is very good!"

Fang Ming reached out and supported a dragon stick. A stick monk took a few steps back, blushing as blood. However, he leaped lightly with the force, suddenly jumped out of the stick shadow and broke into the group of stick monks, occupying a certain position.

A stick monk was stunned because Fang Ming happened to walk to his original position. The entire eighteen stick monk formation suddenly stagnated and a huge gap appeared!

Fang Ming jumped out calmly and said with his hands behind his back: "How? You can try again!"

My heart was as deep as water, and I shouted: "Change the formation!"

The Eighteen-stick monk surrounded him again, with many figures flying around, and even more varied than before.

Unfortunately, no matter how they change the formation, Fang Ming can always grab the position before the stick monk and mess up the entire eighteen stick monk formation.

"How could it be? A sinful devil! How do you know the secrets of our Shaolin?"

Xinzhen suddenly shouted, joined the battle circle, the cassock rolled, the thunder sounded faintly, and the shattered craftsmanship poured out with all its strength!

"More than twenty years have passed, but your Shaolin's temperament has not changed at all..."

Fang Ming suddenly laughed and pointed out the weakest point among the true qi in the center! It was the only flaw in his Puzi Technique!

Masters fight each other and destroy the skill with one finger! This is almost impossible unless Fang Ming knows the true martial arts of Xin Zhen clearly!

Wave! A slight sound came from the air, and the slap of the slap was immediately broken. Xinzhen's face was pale, she collapsed on the ground, her lips were blue, and she could no longer speak.

"You guys lie down for me too!"

At this time, Fang Ming had completely mastered the rhythm of the Eighteen Stick Monk Formation. Seeing a black shadow in the sky flashing in the left and then flashing again. The Eighteen Stick Monk was led by him at the same time and had to follow him. After several circles, they all collapsed on the ground and sweated like water!

Hi! Hi!

This was Mr. Tie Di's teeth trembling. Although Tie Di, which had hidden hidden weapons, was still in his hand, his right hand trembled and he could no longer move.

The other party's martial arts far exceeded his expectations, and even exceeded his cognition! There will definitely be such a strong person in the world!

‘This is not what I’m looking for when I use Shaolin martial arts to deal with me…’

Little did he know that Fang Ming was also sneering in his heart.

Last time he slaughtered Shaolin, he obtained all the seventy-two ancient skills and the Bharatiya nerves, and even the secrets of the 100 single eight Arhat formation were included. Shaolin martial arts had no secret to him.

No matter how the Eighteen-stick monk formation evolves, it always changes without leaving its sect, and is far inferior to the Arhat formation. How could it be possible to trap him?

"Is your name Xinzhen? Let me tell you abbot back, monks should meditate honestly. What should I do with so enthusiasm in the world? Block the mountain for twenty years! Otherwise, I wouldn't mind slaughtering Shaolin again!"

"Tan Yue's tone!" Xinzhen took a deep breath: "The little monk will naturally report truthfully, but Tan Yue dares to stay thousands of people?"

"Why don't you dare? Remember my name is Fang Ming! Don't forget..."

Fang Ming watched the monks help each other and left, then looked at the backward Tie Di: "Have I asked you to leave?"

Mr. Tiedi turned around stiffly, his face looking even worse than death: "What else do you want?"

"It's not so good. Did you want to shoot my right leg with the hidden weapon in the iron flute before? Let's do it for yourself, and we'll clear it up! Otherwise, I'll lie down and go out!"

Fang Ming said coldly that he was still clear about the changes in the outside world during the battle just now, and obviously he still had enough energy to represent a gap that was enough to make the Shaolin monks despair.

"Well! Well! I have no eyes, so it should be like this!"

Mr. Tiedi smiled bitterly, suddenly clapped his weapons on his hands, and dozens of cold stars fell on his right leg, blood flowing.

"How?" He paled and looked at Fang Ming.

"No, you go!"

Fang Ming nodded and turned around and walked into the Accord.

It was empty inside and there seemed to be no one, but he kept walking and came outside a wardrobe.

"Miss Lin, come out!"

Bang! A pair of white jade palms broke through the wardrobe and shot it out. The real power in the hand is not weak.

"Good guy!" Fang Ming grabbed it: "It's a pity that there is no murderous aura. The girl is really a kind person!"

He looked at the jade hand in his control. Although this hand was not as good as Lin Xian'er he had seen before, it was definitely not bad! A slightly larger palm represents a stronger personality.

"Come out!"

He exerted a little force, and a beauty in a lilac dress flew out of the closet. She was so beautiful that she had a special temperament on her body!

When beauty has reached its limit, the most attractive thing for men is temperament!

"No wonder Li ** and Long Xiaoyun both like you so much!"

Fang Ming sighed.

"I am Mrs. Long!" Lin Shiyin struggled and said, "Let me go, my husband will not let you go..."

"Sorry, I really didn't see Long Xiaoyun! Come with me!"

Fang Ming flew backwards and took Lin Shiyin all the way to a maple forest.

"Look... the sunset is so beautiful! You are too stupid to be entangled in the bloody vendetta before?"

Fang Ming said seriously, but he turned Lin Shiyin's face white.

She could never imagine that there were such shameless kidnappers in the world! Let the victims keep in a good mood?

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed, the setting sun was like blood, and a figure slowly walked over in the last bright red.

"**!" Lin Shiyin shouted, not knowing whether she was happy or lost.

"Let her go!"

The person who came was indeed Li **. Before he left Baoding City, he heard the news that Fang Ming made a big fuss in Xingyunzhuang and kidnapped Lin Shiyin, and immediately turned back.

"Hello Li Tanhua!"

Fang Ming smiled: "Is this your request?"

"Yes, I'm begging you. If you still treat me as a friend... please let her go." Li **'s eyes were filled with a pleading, even pleading!

"It's a pity... I've spared Long Xiaoyun once last time. I've told you that I won't spare the second time!"

Li ** finally saw Fang Ming's knife!

At this time, the blade was already on Lin Shiyin's jade-like neck. The blade seemed to be facing the beautiful woman with a slight cut.

"Li Tanhua must have seen my knife last time!"

Fang Ming Youran said: "And you have two choices now. One is to send out your flying knife and see if it is your knife fast or mine fast? Second..."

"Do it! I am Mrs. Long!" Lin Shiyin gritted her teeth.

Fang Ming frowned and pointed Lin Shiyin's mute hole, making her look like a jade sculpture: "Miss Lin, let's take a rest first..."

"The second is to give me the method of Xiao Li flying knife, and I will return Miss Lin to you..."

Fang Mingdao, he could already be sure of Li **'s choice. Even if he was crushed to pieces, he would not be willing to let Lin Shiyin get hurt by a thread of hair.

For this reason, he would not even fool Fang Ming with fakes because he was worried that Fang Ming would take revenge on Lin Shiyin again!

Li ** smiled bitterly and said, "It's just a flying sword technique. Little Li's flying sword is not a rare treasure. You know, if you ask for it bluntly, I will not refuse..."

"I know, but I don't like this, I just like fair trade!"

Fang Ming reiterated.

"Okay!" Li ** shook his head and recited Xiao Li's flying knife's method.

"I have memorized all the mantras. If you don't remember them, I can still record them..." Li ** said: "Can you play the poem now?"

"certainly!"

Fang Ming recalled the previous mantras. He had the ability to remember them all and had long remembered them. This little Li flying knife was more than just a flying knife? This is a knife that implicates the spirit and has the power of unpredictable gods and ghosts!

"No, thank you brother ** for your generosity, I'll let it go now!"

A strange smile appeared on Fang Ming's face, and Li ** suddenly felt a palpitation in extreme panic, which made him rush forward involuntarily, and he didn't even have time to take action when he flew his sword.

It's just too late!

Fang Ming slapped out a palm in the backward flying, and the Vajra palm was in the middle of Lin Shiyin's vest!
Chapter completed!