However, just as Wang Bo's mind was turning, Fang Sheng raised his arm and smashed it hard towards Wang Bo's chest.

Wang Bo instantly recognized this martial arts, one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, the Great Wei Tuo Pestle.

Although the Great Wei Tuo Pestle is named after the pestle, it does not have to be a pestle technique, but a boxing technique. This boxing technique uses a hand instead of a pestle, which is similar to Jiumozhi's flame knife.

This is a very powerful boxing technique. Although it is not as good as the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, it is not inferior to martial arts such as the Powerful Vajra Hand. If you are hit on the front, even if you just have a light punch, it will be enough to smash a person's ribs into pieces.

If you use more force, it is no problem to open the monument and crack the stone.

When the head of the Damo Academy saw this move, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Young brother, don't."

Wang Bo's mind was still on Fang Sheng's light skills, and he did not care about Fang Sheng's boxing skills, which made Fang Sheng furious, but he left some force in his attack, for fear of killing Wang Bo with one punch.

However, when he punched Wang Bo, he made a sound like a bell-bumping sound.

when!

Wang Bo's chest was extremely hard, like an indestructible bell. When he punched, he did not break Wang Bo's bones, and then an amazing recoil force was transmitted.

Fang Sheng's face changed instantly, and he said in a lost voice: "Golden Bell Cover?!!"

The recoil force was extremely strong, not inferior to Fang Sheng's fist just now. Fang Sheng's arm that hit Wang Bo's chest was shocked away. The recoil force made half of Fang Sheng's body feel a little numb.

Wang Bo was attacked and came back to his senses and slapped his palm reflexively.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms suddenly came!

This move was extremely fast and he was unpredictable. Before Fang Sheng could react, Wang Bo's palm had already touched his chest and could give him a fatal blow at any time.

But Wang Bo still said the same thing: he became famous by stepping on Shaolin, not exterminated his family.

So he restrained most of his strength. The Dragon-Subduing Palm power was just to knock Fang Sheng away, and it did not take his life.

On the Shaolin Temple, everyone hurriedly took action and used Fang Sheng who had flew out.

Wang Bo stopped, stood there, looked around, and his eyes fell on Fang Zheng's face, "I don't know who else in Shaolin Temple wants to fight me."

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and praised: "The donor's golden bell cover is really amazing. There are many capable people in Shaolin Temple who have emerged throughout the ages, but few people can practice the golden bell cover to the level of the donor."

Wang Bo said: "Master Fang Zheng has been awarded the award. I just got involved with the Golden Bell Cover."

After a pause, Wang Bo continued, "I wonder if the eminent monk from Shaolin Temple is willing to take action and come to Ling to learn about my martial arts."

Fang Zheng pondered and said, "The donor defeated me, Shaolin Temple, the first two halls of Prajna, and the martial arts are masters. There is indeed no one in Shaolin Temple who has won the donor in terms of martial arts."

Wang Bo smiled and said, "So, Shaolin Temple intends to admit defeat?"

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "In terms of martial arts, I am willing to give up the disadvantages of Shaolin Temple, but if I want my Shaolin Temple to spread the reputation of the donor, the donor only needs to do one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Defeat the mountain protection formation of my Shaolin Temple, the 108 Arhat formations."

Fang Zheng said firmly: "Since the establishment of Shaolin Temple, I don't know how many martial arts masters have been blocked by these 108 Arhat Formations. No one can escape from the formation. It is the top formation in Shaolin Temple."

After a pause, Fang Zheng said, "If the donor can defeat the 108 Arhat Formation, as long as this matter is spread, the martial arts masters will naturally regard the donor as the best in the world."

Wang Bo agreed without thinking, "Okay, since that's the case, then I'll ask you, the 108 Arhat Formation!"

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Please move with me."

Wang Bo naturally would not refuse, so he followed the abbot into the inner courtyard, followed the corridor, turned east and west, passed through the halls, and came to a wide courtyard.

Soon, a group of monks wearing white monk robes came from all directions, each carrying a monk stick in his hand.

Then, the group of monks formed a large formation, looked at Wang Bo with bright eyes, and shouted in unison: "Please enter the formation."

Fang Zheng said: "This is my Shaolin 108 Arhat Formation. Donor Wang Bo, please enter the formation."

Wang Bo was not vague, and took steps and walked towards the formation.

Wang Bo walked into the formation with his front legs, and the monks at the back legs began to rotate around Wang Bo. There were 108 people, each holding a monk stick, and everyone looked at Wang Bo with bright eyes.

As he turned, Wang Bo felt that the auras of these 108 people seemed to be connected into one.

Then, a monk shouted loudly, raised the monk stick in his hand, and smashed it at Wang Bo.

As soon as he moved, the people behind him also moved. While shouting loudly, they raised the monk's stick and smashed it over. In an instant, Wang Bo felt that he was covered with stick shadows from all directions.

The shadows of sticks in the sky are like walls, not only blocking Wang Bo's attack, but also squeezing Wang Bo's living space.

As soon as Wang Bo made a move, he felt more than one stick hitting him.

If it were someone else, the bones would be broken.

But Wang Bo was not afraid, pushing the golden bell cover to protect his vital parts, allowing the stick shadow to knock on other places, and was not afraid.

The crisp sound of the chub is constantly retracting in the void.

After blocking these attacks, Wang Bo's eyes turned, trying to find the flaws of the Great Arhat Formation, but soon found that he did not have much knowledge of the formation. It was undoubtedly a dream to try to peek at the flaws of the Great Arhat Formation.

So Wang Bo simply gave up his flaws and decided to break the formation violently.

The eighteen palms of the dragon subduing the dragon dance wildly.

Wang Bo's hands were staggered, waving his hands repeatedly, his palm shadow was like a thousand waves, his momentum was like thunder and lightning, shocking a hundred miles, and his power was earth-shaking!

However, Wang Bo soon discovered that it was useless.

Because every attack he would have five or six monks defended at the same time, the palm shadows were like stormy waves, which were indeed very powerful, but the monks waved the monks' sticks and stacked them together, like a wall, blocking Wang Bo's attack.

"good!"

Wang Bo was amazed that the Great Arhat Formation is worthy of being the mountain protection formation of Shaolin Temple, and its power is indeed not familiar.

But it is impossible for you to tie yourself up.

After seeing that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms could not do anything to the Great Arhat Formation, Wang Bo decisively changed his martial arts skills.

Nine strikes of purple thunder!

Wang Bo has been practicing the Nine Purple Thunder Strike for a while. Although he has not practiced all the Nine Purple Thunder Strikes, the Purple Thunder is sufficient to perform the Fourth Purple Thunder Strike!

Winter Thunder and Thunder!
Chapter completed!