The monk standing in front of Chen Yuyang is a monk from the Shaolin Temple. He seems to be quite senior, and his dragon grip is quite pure. Without thirty to fifty years of rape, he would never be able to reach this height. However, a warrior

After all, he is a warrior. If he does not reach the golden elixir path, he will always be just a mortal.

Carefully observing the monk's supreme skill, Chen Yuyang suddenly felt something familiar in his heart. But he couldn't explain it clearly. In the end, he had to shake his head helplessly and sighed: "It's too weak, or...

Too weak. Among warriors, he can only be at the Grand Master level, and has not surpassed the Innate Grand Master, let alone formed a golden elixir. At most, he is only an A-level supernatural person!"

In fact, there is a rule in the supernatural world, that is, all S-level characters can transcend the limit of life. Obviously this monk is not.

Although the monk's dragon grip is ingenious, it is still very difficult to deal with Chen Shuang, a monster who practices witchcraft. Although martial arts and fighting lead to the same goal through different paths, there are still some differences after all.

"Catch the wind, catch the shadow, play the piano, play the harp, and criticize the harp." The dragon grip in the monk's hand kept changing, and the strong wind rushed straight at Chen Shuang. But Chen Shuang did not dodge, and resisted with strong fists every time.

The speed and force of the punch made the monk give up the attack and defend. After such a fight, the monk had no strength to fight back.

"Monk or surrender?" Chen Yuyang said with a smile.

The great monk said with a face of shame and anger: "I would rather die than surrender!"

"Okay, you have the guts, but I want to know, how come a disciple like you appears in Shaolin Temple? Not only does it help the underworld forces, but it also goes against the government. Isn't your Shaolin Temple really afraid of being destroyed?"

The monk was stunned and said with a smile: "Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old ancient temple, do you dare to touch it?"

Chen Yuyang said calmly: "Shaolin has been worshiped as a sacred place for Buddhism in all dynasties, but the situation is different now. No matter how powerful the monks are, they can't deal with advanced weapons. If the Shaolin Temple really wants to go against the government, it will definitely be surrounded and suppressed by the army. If you want

It’s clear, otherwise it would be bad if it affects the fish in the pond!”

The monk was distracted by Chen Yuyang's words. At this moment, Chen Shuang quickly grasped the hold and slapped the monk's chest hard with a pair of iron palms. With a "boom", the monk's fat body was

The body was shot straight away, like a kite with a broken string, blood spurting from the mouth, and landed with a crash on the bluestone tiles on the ground.

As soon as the monk landed, he was surrounded by people from the Snow Wolf team, saying: "Don't move!"

Chen Yuyang came to Chen Shuang in three steps and said: "You still need to practice!"

"Yes, instructor!" Chen Shuang said respectfully, without any joy of winning, because he knew that Chen Yuyang was not satisfied with his performance.

The headquarters of the Ax Gang was captured in this way. After a long period of confiscation, someone reported: "Report to the instructor, there are more than 600 members of the Ax Gang. All of them were captured. The resisters were killed on the spot. Countless guns and ammunition were found, as well as a lot of white powder.

."

"Take them all away and send them to the military area for detention!" Chen Yuyang said coldly.

"clear!"

In fact, Chen Yuyang was not concerned about these insignificant things. He wanted to know where the accounts of the Ax Gang were. However, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it. He smiled helplessly, and Chen Yuyang murmured to himself: "It seems there is more."
Chapter completed!