"Monk, do you think you can defeat me with the Arhat Formation alone?"
The Shaolin Arhat Formation consists of nine people. The more people there are, the more powerful it is. It is said that if there are 108 people together, no one below the grand master can escape.
If the number of people continues to increase, it will become a "great formation of one thousand and eight novice monks".
If there were really an Arhat formation composed of one hundred and eight monks in front of him, Lu Qingyun would be a little worried, but seeing that there were only about thirty monks in front of him, he had nothing to worry about.
"Monk, Lu's hands have not been stained with the blood of Shaolin disciples, so don't force me!"
"Fart! My uncle Xuannan died in your hands! How dare you say that you have not been stained with Shaolin's blood!"
Xuxin was furious and then thought of violating the precepts, and quickly chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha! Buddha, forgive me!"
"Haha, you monks are shouting at the Buddha to forgive sins, and you are holding sticks in your hands to kill people at any time. This is extremely ridiculous!"
It seemed that someone deliberately put the blame for Xuan Nan's death on him.
Where is Xu Zhu? No matter what, he came forward to clarify.
No matter, he is already the greatest evil in the world anyway, so it doesn't matter if he has a few more unfounded charges on his head.
"Asshole, Shaolin disciples have always been compassionate and saved the world. Devil Lu, don't talk nonsense! Junior brothers, work with me to take him down!"
"Amitabha!"
The Shaolin Arhat Formation was activated instantly.
The Shaolin monks chanted the Buddha's name at the same time. A strong wind blew up, causing the monks' clothes to flutter. Countless strong winds gathered together and pressed towards Lu Qingyun.
"sharp!"
The strong wind of more than thirty people made Lu Qingyun feel a little pressure, and his whole body felt like he was in a whirlpool.
If the strong wind of one hundred and eight people gathered together, it would be really powerful.
"Donor Lu, it's safe to turn around! As long as you are willing to go back to Shaolin with the young monk, the young monk will immediately withdraw from the Arhat Formation."
"I have long heard about the power of Xiaolin Luohan Formation. Today Lu is here to learn about it!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
Xuxin shouted loudly.
Thirty long sticks instantly swept towards Lu Qingyun from all directions in the west.
Lu Qingyun's figure flashed continuously, his palms flew, and he kept slapping away the long sticks that were hitting him.
Shaolin Luohan Formation's offensive is continuous and never stops.
Ordinary martial arts warriors would be exhausted to death over time even if they were not killed in a group battle.
Facing this group of well-trained monks, Lu Qingyun had to keep his spirits up at all times.
The attacks of this group of Shaolin monks were fierce and orderly. Fortunately, their cultivation level was not too high, otherwise it would be really troublesome to deal with them.
If these thirty people had the strength of a mid-level master, then Lu Qing would be trapped to death from exhaustion if not beaten to death.
Lu Qingyun spent a cup of tea in the Arhat formation and roughly figured out the way.
"Monk, it's too late to retreat now, otherwise I might kill my bald head with my own hands!"
Lu Qingyun escaped the siege again and made a little joke.
"It seems that Donor Lu is really stubborn, and all the junior brothers are subduing the demons!"
These monks are so unrepentant!
Anger rose in Lu Qingyun's heart, and he no longer tried to persuade them to retreat, but decided to use his strength to make these bald donkeys understand that the world is not dominated by the Shaolin family!
A dragon roar sounded.
Lu Qingyun's body was full of energy.
A huge dragon head appeared above his head, and the Gang Qi surrounding his body evolved into a dragon body.
"No, it's the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! Junior brothers, be careful!"
Xuxin shouted.
"Ouch!"
The giant dragon continued to rotate and expand with Lu Qingyun as the center, and it smashed the Arhat formation of more than thirty people into pieces.
Everyone in Xuxin was knocked to the ground, with blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.
Lu Qingyun's sleeves fluttered in the wind, and with his handsome face, he was indescribably chic.
"Junior brothers, are you okay?"
Xu Xin got up, looked at the people lying on the ground, and asked with concern.
"fine."
Everyone got up and looked at Lu Qingyun with different eyes.
"Monk, because my great master still has a relationship with Shaolin, I only used three-thirds of my strength in the attack just now. If you are still stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!"
Xuxin knew that what Lu Qingyun said was true, but Shaolin's prestige could not be lost in his hands, so he gritted his teeth and formed another formation.
"If I don't go to hell, who will!"
The Shaolin monk kept chanting scriptures, and the Arhat Formation began to rotate around Lu Qingyun.
Lu Qingyun's expression became serious, with murderous intent appearing on his face.
What a bald ass that doesn’t know how to live or die!
Then I will free you to go to the Western Heaven to obtain Buddhist scriptures!
Lu Qingyun drew a circle with his left palm and retracted his right palm to his chest.
The internal strength of the whole body is raised to its highest level and concentrated in front of the right hand.
The huge dragon head condensed in front of him, making a huge roar.
The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon ‘Excessive dragon has regrets’
I heard an old woman yelling behind me.
"Shaolin disciples, retreat quickly, you can't stop me!"
In the distance of the mountain road, an old woman's voice came over.
The monks kept walking and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Lu Qingyun also cast his gaze over and frowned.
"Hengshan Sanding!"
Masters Dingjing, Dingxian and Dingyi of the Hengshan sect came over from the mountain road behind with their disciples.
"Shaolin disciples, retreat quickly! The big devil Lu Qingyun will be handed over to the Hengshan Sect."
Master Dingjing waved his fly whisk and said calmly.
She didn't want to see Shaolin disciples lying dead on the spot.
"Retreat!" Xuxin knew that Hengshan's three-level cultivation was advanced and he would never lie, so he shouted loudly.
At this time, Lu Qingyun's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were struck fiercely.
All the Shaolin disciples were knocked into the air and then fell heavily to the ground.
Lu Qingyun was very surprised. He was a half-step master. He used five powers to avoid killing these monks.
I couldn't help but guess that they must have practiced the Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt to make their bodies so strong!
Xuxin spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, stood up staggeringly, looked at the seriously injured junior brothers, his eyes were red, and the anger in his chest and abdomen continued to burn and rise.
"Master Tai, the evil thief is very capable. Let's work together to deal with him."
"Little monk, do you think we Hengshan can't take down this evil thief Lu Qingyun?!"
Master Dingyi walked up with angry eyes.
"Master Tai is serious. How dare you think so, little monk? But this evil thief is very powerful. Only by working together can you and I have a chance of winning."
"Go away, Hengshan Sect has not yet reached the point where it needs the help of Shaolin disciples!"
Xuxin stared, wanting to refute, but when he saw Master Dingyi's fierce look, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
Hengshan Sanding's martial arts is so powerful and powerful, plus he has so many disciples, Xuxin doesn't dare to offend him with his words, "Since the master said so, the young monk will go back and resume his life."
Xuxin and the Shaolin monk supported each other and left.
Lu Qingyun didn't stop him, he just stood there and watched quietly. He wanted to see what Hengshan Sanding was up to!
Master Dingxian had never seen Lu Qingyun before, so her eyes stayed on him.
I thought to myself: Is this young man as vicious as the rumors say?
The senior and junior sisters came back from Wudang and praised and criticized Lu Qingyun, which made Master Dingxian a little confused.
"Junior Brother Zhang."
Master Dingxian called out to the disciples of Hengshan.
Zhang Jingchao, one of the Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan Sect, walked out slowly. He really didn't want Lu Qingyun to see him.
During the battle at Wudang Mountain, he had been frightened to death by Lu Qingyun.
But now Master Dingxian calls him, and he has to come out.
"Master, what's the matter?"
