Chapter 139 Hard Gang Shaolin Monk, King Kong Gate lost skills

The eyesight of these Shaolin monks was very tricky, and at a glance, the doorway on Qin Jian.

Moreover, Qin Jianlian is indeed conspicuous from the appearance.

The burly body of the hill will not be mentioned, the muscles are still high, and the skin on the body shows a touch of metal color.

Qin Jian's own dress is also more casual. The large block of large muscles is exposed.

Anyone who is a bit of martial arts and knowledge can basically guess at a glance that he can guess. He has practiced external skills, and his strength is not low.

Of course, Qin Jian can quickly improve his strength in just a few months. On the one hand, the practice of cultivation is the right way.

, So the entry speed is relatively fast.

On the other hand, Yang Ming also provided him with a lot of logistics support.

Yang Ming didn't search for a lot of precious materials.

When in Qingzhou, Yang Ming had already used a lot of materials and medicinal materials to increase Qi Qin and reflect his body.

Coupled with the uniquely refined medicine king cave elixir, thousands of feet dan does not need money to eat.

Qin Jian's entry speed is faster, and common sense is not available at all.

Moreover, the golden bells cultivated by Qin Jian are different from the golden bell cover of other roads.

After the skill of improving the unrestrained and ingenious improvement, it has brought the fast -moving attributes, and the speed of improvement is not a little bit.

Under the superposition of many factors, Qin Jian's strength has improved a lot.

With Yang Ming's time from Qingzhou, Qin Jian himself also experienced many large and small battles, allowing him to use the golden bell cover and the on -site fighting experience, which also enriched a lot.

From this perspective, Qin Jian's strength is definitely not weak.

Although the Golden Bell Cover that Qin Jian has been improved, after all, he has the same source with the Shaolin Golden Bell Cover, so the monks of Shaolin are more sensitive.

Yang Ming took the initiative to come here for them.

There is just this opportunity to let Qin Jian take a look at the cultivation path of Shaolin Golden Bell Cover, and accumulate a little experience.

"Are you practicing a golden bell cover?"

A monk headed by the monk looked at Qin Jian and asked directly.

"Xu Bing, this is a guest of the temple, it must be rude."

Next to, Master Xuanji scolded.

"Yang Jushi forgive me, the monks of this temple speak straight, the gifts are not available."

Xuan Ban explained to Yang Ming.

The mouth named Xu Bing's lips, but it didn't look so respectful.

This is normal, or in other words, the effect of Shaolin's intention.

After all, Binbin is polite, welcomes to send it, and is proficient in human affection. This is what the monks who are responsible for miscellaneous and customs must do it.

For their monks, what they want is that they are not afraid of fear, and seven are not convinced of eight.

It doesn't matter if you count it.

"Dare to ask this brother Taiwan, can you wait for me to wait with me? Everyone will talk about exchanges.

The tone of the virtual Bing is still stiff, but it is a little polite.

He looked at Qin Jian and said.

The monks next to them also nodded.

These monks are martial arts, and they are intoxicated.

Now when you see Qin Jian, of course, you will not let it go easily.

What's more, the exercises that Qin Jian practiced seemed to have a doorway.

Xuan difficult to look at Yang Ming.

"Yang Jushi, what you mean, of course, if it is not convenient, we also understand that the disciples of the temple are offended first."

Yang Ming turned back to consult Qin Jian's opinion.

Qin Jian couldn't help but nodded immediately, indicating that he was willing.

Shaolin monks are qi, and Qin Jian is not vegetarian.

At the moment when I first met, Qin Jian was a bit impulsive to want to do it, and his palms itchy.

Yang Ming nodded and agreed.

The two sides immediately warned. Of course, it is still necessary to explain it on the surface. Repeated emphasis is that only for competing for discussion, both sides cannot be killed.

Moreover, there is also a strong man in Xuanji, who watched beside him, there would be no problems. If the limelight was wrong, he could stop it at any time.

After the agreement, Qin Jian couldn't wait to jump directly into this played martial arts space.

The real air flow in the body, the muscles on the body immediately became more bulge.

At the same time, a layer of gloss is shrouded in it.

The situation that happened here attracted the attention of all monks.

Everyone looked at it here to varying degrees.

Hui Yong, who was responsible for urging the monks, hurriedly ran over and looked at the situation in the field nervously.

Qin Jian's cultivation is not high, and now it is the beginning of the gas.

Out of fairness, Wu Xiu, who has a higher realm of Shaolin, certainly cannot shoot, and can only find the same level.

It is the virtual C that just spoke challenging.

He didn't say anything, and directly shook his arms, which also urged the true gas. The golden luster with the Buddha rhyme appeared on the other layer.

The height of the two is close to two meters. Now it seems that the two hills are facing each other and the visual impact is full.

The most tense in the scene is probably Huiyong.

He is responsible for supervising the monks for the progress. The more this time, the more he cannot drop the chain.

If it is defeated and the face of Shaolin, Huiyong is more responsible, which is equivalent to failure to pass the assessment.

"Come!"

"Come!"

Both Bing B and Qin Jian are not the Lord who speaks more. The sound has not yet landed. The two hit together.

boom!

The crispy collision sounded like two giant steel impacts, and a metal roar was emitted.

The closer monk, hurriedly retreated a few steps, covering his ears.

And look at the field again, Xu B and Qin Jian just got up.

The two giant muscle sticks have no dodge, roundabouts, and they are stiff and rigid.

There is no skill, all of which are the collision of strength.

The virtual Bingquan was amazing, and the fist was punching one after another, and even brought out the shadow.

In front of each fist, a faint golden halo was illuminated, as if it brought a piece of gloves.

Yang Ming saw that when the fist of Xu Bing was walking, Fuhuquan.

And the other party's Qin Jian did not dare to show weakness. The golden bell he practiced with his own punch that he had never renovated. Although it was simple, it was rude and practical. There were only twelve roads before and after. Qin Jian had already practiced purely.

Every fist of virtual Bing, Qin Jian can take it up, and picked it down hard.

The two directly fists.

The sound of impact is endless. At the same time, every punch impact will have a violent reaction.

Everyone can see that the light around the two trembled with the impact and trembling, but it kept shaking, but always did not collapse.

This punch, this power, is estimated that the gold bell cover collapse, will it be smashed by the other party?

Everyone thought.

And the body is affected by reaction, but the two are not retreating, and no one wants to weaken this momentum.

As a result, the ground inch of the ground that was originally consolidated under their feet was broken, and the soil around them came out, and the two of them were stepped out of the deep pit.

Next, with the fight between the two of them, the intensity of the anti -seismic is getting greater and the frequency is getting more and more rapid.

The deep pit under their feet is getting more and more obvious, and almost the palms of them are buried in.

See how amazing these two people's hands are.

Speaking before, it was torrential, not hurting and arrogant, but as soon as they played, everyone wanted to press the other party as much as possible. How could it be so easy to concession?

The power of shot is also getting greater and bigger.
To be continued...