"Sister Quan... why are you still talking to your husband?" Fang Yi said angrily.

"Okay, OK. If Miss Zeng has nothing to do, please come back. I have a lot of things to do and have been delayed for a long time."

Qin Fan immediately turned around and left with the girls.

Zeng Rou bit her red lips lightly and felt sad for a long time before she followed her quietly.

Qin Fan and his group were in Shaoshi Mountain, Songshan.

Take the four girls to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Before I knew it, I came to Shaolin Temple.

"Ding! Mission release: single-handedly fight Shaolin Temple, 100,000 taels of silver."

Qin Fan was stunned and came to the mission again.

"System, why are there no internal strength rewards this time?"

"The host's skills are already the limit of this world, and there will be no growth in this world."

"What should I do?"

"Only when the host reaches the next higher level of world, he can continue to improve."

"All right!"

"I remember that Shaolin now only has Wu Chi Chengguan, but this guy himself said that his internal strength is mediocre, and I'm afraid that his Zen finger is just that."

Qin Fan was somewhat disappointed with the current Shaolin Temple.

"My husband, it's said that the world's martial arts are from Shaolin. Will there be monks who are even better than you?" The little princess came to Shaolin for the first time and was so curious.

"Although Shaolin is mysterious and has a long history, it is unlikely that there will be a master who can compete with the young master." Su Quan said very pertinently, and she even wanted to say that her young master is invincible in the world.

Soon, the young monk who went in to report the news came out with the abbot.

Behind the abbot stood the Chengguang, the first Chengguang in the Prajna Hall and the Eighteen Arhat Hall, basically all the high-level combat forces of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha, the donor asked the young monks in the temple to inform me that they threatened to fight Shaolin alone."

"Although I, Shaolin, don't like fighting, I cannot let Shaolin's reputation be ruined for thousands of years."

"This is the head of my Shaolin Prajna Palm, so let him fight with the donor."

Chengguang folded his hands together and bowed and bowed:

"Amitabha, donor, please give me a gift."

Although Chengguang is known as a martial arts master of the world, he has never fought in practice. When Qin Fan thinks of this, he is indifferent to the task, so he has to fight.

"I heard that you have practiced one-finger Zen for forty-two years. I will take a look at it!"

After Qin Fan said that, he raised his hand and monk Chengguang reacted very quickly and bounced his fingers.

The rippling waves could be vaguely seen by the naked eye, and they collided together like this.

Bang--!

The Nine Yang Divine Art easily resisted the opponent's finger force.

"How is that possible?"

Chengguang's wrinkled old face, whose wrinkled face was full of surprise.

puff--!

Chengguang also received Qin Fan's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Your Palm Power is the best in the world! No, you should say that you have the best in the world's internal power!"

If the other party was not a Shaolin disciple, he would have wanted to kneel down and become a disciple immediately. What a pity, what a pity!

"It turns out that I took a look away. The little donor's internal strength may have reached the realm of transformation, so I, Shaolin, can only bully the less."

The abbot stepped forward and pulled the injured monk Chengguang back, and then the eighteen Arhats holding long sticks jumped together and surrounded Qin Fan.

"You monks are so shameless. The old monk was defeated before. Now you don't want to bully the few, but you are all holding weapons."

The two women who had been hiding in the dark for a long time jumped out for a moment, drew their swords and pointed at the abbot and scolded them.

Qin Fan had long noticed that there were two people peeping not far away from nearby, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

When he turned his head and looked at the other person, one of the women also looked at him.

With his eyes facing each other, Qin Fan's breathing suddenly became tight.

What a beautiful woman, if she has a shaved shoulder, her waist is not worth holding, her crystal clear eyes, and her delicate skin as white jade.

A smile that will make people fall into the city, and a smile that will make people fall into the country.

The girls around Qin Fan were eclipsed compared to him.

"Thank you for your righteousness, but in the face of real strength, too many people may not necessarily work."

Bang--!

Qin Fan stepped on the ground with one foot, and the ground cracked in an instant, spreading for dozens of meters.

The eighteen Arhats surrounding Qin Fan were accidentally shocked to the sky by this force.

The two senior sisters and two women were watching the side of the scene, and they were full of brilliant colors.

"I didn't expect to see a great hero with extraordinary martial arts." The junior sister pursed her thin lips and looked admiring.

"I just don't know who is better than the master." The senior sister also nodded in admiration.

On the other hand, Qin Fan defeated the Eighteen Arhats and continued to beat Abbot Huicong.

But he is far behind Chengguan, how can he stop him?

When Huicong was beaten so hard that he could no longer stand up, the system's prompt sound finally rang.

"Ding! The mission is completed, the reward is issued!"

Qin Fan calmed down the joy on his face and bowed to the monks in Shaolin Temple:

"In the lower Qin Fan, he was itchy in his skills and offended him."

Abbot Huicong was still unable to move at this time, so he had to lie on the ground and smile bitterly and said:

"The donor has a profound skill and few people in the world can match it. It was because I lost to Shaolin Temple, Amitabha."

It doesn't matter if this admits defeat, the pilgrims watching the battle are in a panic.

"Didn't it mean that Shaolin Temple has the best martial arts skills in the world? He was beaten by a young man who was only thirty years old?"

"Isn't it? This young man seems to be named Qin Fan? This battle is probably going to shock the martial arts world and become famous all over the world."

"So his name is Qin Fan..." The beautiful junior sister said to herself with joy.

Qin Fan was too lazy to pay attention to these melon-eating people, so he left with a few girls.

Seeing this, the beautiful junior sister was panicked and no longer cared about being reserved and shouted into the air:

"Mr. Qin, my name is Chen Ke, you must remember it."

"We will definitely see you again."

Qin Fan was stunned when he heard this and said intimately:

"It's really A Ke?"
Chapter completed!