The number one master of the young generation of Shaolin Temple is now being tortured by Tang Xiaobao and is running around on the ground in a state of extreme embarrassment.

Wu Neng feels aggrieved!

Never had he suffered such great grievance and humiliation!

But there's no other way, it's really out of his control here.

Then there were constant snapping sounds in the square, Tang Xiaobao's slaps fell on Wu Tong's head like rain, and the yelling and cursing didn't stop.

Everyone was ashamed.

How much hatred is this.

This is really bullying.

Yes, everyone felt that Tang Xiaobao's attitude towards the Shaolin Temple was too different, and he seemed to be particularly hateful.

Could it be that someone in Shaolin Temple has offended this evil star?

Tang Xiaobao has yet to fight against any master of the generation of masters, but no one dares to underestimate him anymore. Even though many people still think that his most powerful skill is Qing Gong, but Qing Gong is also a kind of martial arts. You can't be convinced!

Wu Tong tried to fight back at first, but in the end he could only cover his head with his hands and dodge around. However, no matter how much he dodge, Tang Xiaobao could not stop.

Tang Xiaobao's slaps never stopped from beginning to end, and they were so accurate that they landed on top of his head.

The faces of everyone in the Shaolin Temple were gloomy, and they wished they could immediately go forward and attack him.

But in front of so many martial arts comrades, they seemed like they couldn't afford to lose face.

Just when everyone in Shaosi Temple was still hesitating, Wu Tong couldn't hold on anymore and fell straight to the ground.

Wu Neng foamed at the mouth, suffered a severe concussion, and became incontinent of urine.

Tang Xiaobao then stopped and let a few monks rescue Wuneng back.

After Wu Neng was rescued, he danced like crazy, covering his head with his hands frequently, as if Tang Xiaobao had driven him crazy. His eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, and he was mumbling something.

sweat.

Good guy, I was so photographed that I went crazy.

That's right, even if it's just a football, it may be deflated after being photographed for so long, not to mention the head.

Wu Neng is a senior disciple of Shaolin Temple, and he is also a monk. There is no hair on the top of the monk's head, so it cannot protect him...

Tang Xiaobao had no sympathy for these monks.

Licking his lips, Tang Xiaobao looked at Master Wuyu's face that was about to vomit blood and laughed: "If you don't have diamonds, don't take this porcelain job. You have to do everything according to your ability. You can't blame me."

Master Wuyu has long lost the demeanor of an enlightened monk. He pointed at Tang Xiaobao and shouted: "Ignorant boy, you are trying to make an enemy of our Shaolin Temple. I will not let you go."

Khan, at the critical moment, instead of looking like an enlightened monk, he just looks like a gangster leader.

Tang Xiaobao laughed loudly: "Why don't you talk about poor monks? Damn it, a bunch of fake monks, come on, come on, I'll beat your disciple, come and bite me if you dare, come on, come and beat me!"

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Too cheap!

It's so mean!

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at Tang Xiaobao, their eyes were a little frightened.

It's so poisonous. Master Wuyu was forced into such a mess. It's really pitiful!

Master Wuyu ignored his image as a monk and shouted: "Eighteen Arhat Formation, set up the formation!"

With a crash, a large group of monks ran out behind him. Almost all of them ran out. At one count, there were exactly eighteen of them, including old and young. They all held wooden sticks in their hands, and each of them had anger on their faces. There were even a lot of them.

The monk was still cursing.

Wan Ru, who had already stepped aside, suddenly jumped up and landed next to Tang Xiaobao, Zheng!

With the soft sword in his hand, it was as if he flew out before Tang Xiaobao could take action.

As soon as the formation of the Eighteen Arhats was set up, Wanru rushed over. In an instant, the eighteen monks trapped Wanru in the center.

No one is optimistic about Wanyuan.

Everyone knows that Master Wuyu is extremely angry.

They have all used the temple defense formation.

This is the ultimate secret to the bottom of the box.

Everyone here, even the leaders of the various factions, have no confidence that they can easily break this formation.

As if his movements were light, even though he had a sword in his hand, he couldn't attract anyone's attention.

Only Tang Xiaobao hesitated to speak. He stepped back and muttered: "I promised to come first, but it's not time yet, so I can't help myself. Hey, what's the point of bullying these monks?"

The people who were closer to him were the Huashan sect members. When they heard what he said, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Come on, you think she can win?

Still bullying the monk?

It’s really the monk’s turn to bully her, okay?

Yes, no one is optimistic about Wanyuan.

Many people even feel a little regretful in their hearts.

After all, like a great beauty, no one wants to see her defeated.

The stick has no eyes. These angry monks will not show mercy. If they hurt or kill her, it will be a great loss to the world.

But in fact, the battle was over before anyone could react.

Eighteen monks waved their sticks at the same time, forming a mountain of stick shadows, which seemed to be trapped in the center, like a waterfall, rolling over.

But the next moment, the waterfall broke off.

The stick shadows flew around, and eighteen monks fell out one after another.

Bang bang bang bang...

Very rhythmic.

In less than two minutes, all eighteen monks fell to the ground, and the sticks in their hands were all shortened by half, without exception.

Moreover, these monks all had sword wounds on their bodies. Although they were all minor injuries, there was blood, and the blood flowed out.

As if standing in the middle of the square, the software in her hand disappeared again, and she looked at Master Wuyu coldly.

Master Wuyu's face turned pale.

Everyone was stunned.

Strong, very strong, too strong!

This is the Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Arhat Formation, the Temple Protecting Formation. It has been famous in the world for who knows how many years.

Is this broken?

Is it so easy?

Everyone could see that it was as if they had shown mercy, otherwise, of the eighteen monks present, not more than three would have been able to escape unscathed, and it was even more likely that the entire army would have been destroyed.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Tang Xiaobao shaking his head and sighing.

She hurried over, like a child who had done something wrong, and said carefully: "Brother Tang, I'm sorry, I was a little angry just now, so——"

"Why don't you abolish their martial arts when you are angry? Most of these bald donkeys are deceitful people who steal their reputation." Tang Xiaobao said.

Wan Ru said, "Then I will destroy them now!"

puff!

Many people at the scene almost fell down.

Are you going to destroy them now?

Do you guys play like this?

This is simply too bullying.

The Shaolin Temple monks had all retreated just now and were treating their injuries. Upon hearing this, many medicine bottles in their hands fell to the ground.

They were frightened and turned pale.

Especially the eighteen people who had just been defeated, they knew how powerful Wanru was and had no doubt that Wanru could destroy them.

Fortunately, Tang Xiaobao came to the rescue: "That's all. I, the Buddha, am merciful and let them live. Who can tell me that I have a Bodhisattva heart."

Everyone present was speechless again.

Do you still have a Bodhisattva heart?
Chapter completed!