When the old monk saw Wang Bo's steady steps and firm face, he knew that Wang Bo was not talking big, but really wanted to demolish the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple to forge his reputation.

How can this work?

The old monk finally couldn't sit still. He swayed and appeared behind Wang Bo's back, bent his fingers into claws and grabbed Wang Bo's neck.

"Don't be presumptuous in front of the Buddha."

When Wang Bo saw that the old monk finally took action, he couldn't help laughing and slapped his head without looking back.

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms·Dragon Waving Tails.

This move specializes in attacking people behind the scenes, like the eyes after birth, and the force is extremely fierce, which is a unique trick to relieve danger and save yourself.

The old monk was the head of the DAMO Academy. Knowing the power of this palm, he quickly turned his steps, like a slippery fish, around Wang Bo, and clawed towards Wang Bo's neck again.

Wang Bo was not surprised. After all, he was the first in the DAMO Academy. If he was knocked down by himself in one move, the Shaolin Temple had already been uprooted. The old monk was very old, both in his experience and martial arts.

Wang Bo turned around and patted the old monk's chest with his other hand.

It is still the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

The old monk's expression changed several times, and he did not choose to fight against Wang Bo head-on, but instead slid his steps. He took seven or eight steps in an instant, avoiding Wang Bo's attack.

Wang Bo did not pursue him and said with a smile: "Master, if you keep dodging, you can't stop me."

The old monk smiled bitterly, "The donor's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are extremely fierce, I dare not take it head-on."

Wang Bo said: "Since that's the case, the master just needs to let me demolish the Main Hall."

After saying that, he walked towards the Main Hall again.

The old monk couldn't, his face darkened, and he rushed his internal force frantically, and rushed towards Wang Bo, "Since the donor is aggressive, don't blame me for being rude."

He suddenly patted his hands, and there seemed to be a golden light in the palm of his palm. Wang Bo's clothes were whispering with the powerful palm wind, and his mouth was pressed against the gums, shaking constantly.

Wang Bo couldn't help but say, "It's a great move to the powerful Vajra Hand. It's a bad thing to come but not to go. The master will also take my move."

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms·Five Mountains of Dragon Teng

This move is ready to be launched, and its strength is divided into five levels. If a palm in the enemy is like being hit by five attacks, it will never be restored.

However, this move is a unique move of the Hong Kong comic version of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. In fact, there is no such move in the novel version of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm.

The old monk has been practicing martial arts for many years and is very powerful. He has already seen the power of this move. His heart is getting more and more painful, but the internal force in his body has reached its peak, and the golden light in his palm becomes more and more dazzling.

In fact, according to the old monk's idea, he originally did not intend to confront Wang Bo head-on.

But helplessly, Wang Bo was determined to destroy the Main Palace, so he had to fight Wang Bo head-on.

I just hope that I can defeat the opponent after practicing internal strength and palm techniques for decades.

puff!

The next second, the palms of the hands collided together.

The old monk's face suddenly changed, and he felt a wave of palm force transmitted from Wang Bo's palm, impacting his powerful Vajra hand.

The old monk easily followed the first wave and struggled to take over the second wave of palm force. When the third wave of palm force came, the old monk's face turned pale.

The fourth wave of palm force defeated the old monk's powerful Vajra's hand, and all internal organs were slightly shaken.

However, when the fifth wave of Dragon Subduing Palm came, the old monk could only close his eyes and sigh...

My life is over.

However, at this moment, the old monk suddenly found that the fifth wave of palm power was held but not released, and did not drive straight in, and beat him to death. He couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise.

Wang Bo took back his palm and whispered: "Master, good kung fu."

The reason why he withdrew the fifth wave of palm power was of course that he didn't want to kill anyone. After all, Wang Bo was here to prove his martial arts. He was willing to step on Shaolin to become famous, but he was unwilling to destroy Shaolin.

The old monk slowly withdrew his hand and clasped his hands together and said, "The donor's martial arts skills are unfathomable, I admire them."

Wang Bo said: "Since I admire you, the master is willing to let the entire Shaolin spread my reputation."

The old monk shook his head and said, "This... I am the head of the DAMO Academy, and I am not the abbot, so I can't make the decision."

Wang Bo said: "Since that's the case, why don't the master invite the abbot of Shaolin Temple?"

He has entered three martial arts worlds in a row. Wang Bo’s speech now gives people a more and more martial arts style.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant sounded, and a group of monks came out of the inner courtyard and stood in front of Wang Bo.

The man in the lead was about forty years old, wearing a cassock, with a rosy complexion, but a short stature, thin face and kind-hearted expression. "I just proved that I have met the donor."

"Flat Certificate?" Wang Bo immediately understood when he heard this Dharma name, "Are you the abbot of Shaolin Temple?"

"It's me."

"Master Fang Zheng came just in time. I believe you have heard the conversation between me and the head of the DAMO Academy. I wonder what the abbot thought, should he have had a fight with me, or should he admit defeat and praise my reputation with all his strength?"

Fang Zheng said: "Shaolin Temple has experienced countless storms for thousands of years and has achieved its reputation today. Since I took office as the abbot, I have worked diligently and dared not lose my reputation in Shaolin. The donor's words are a bit difficult."

Wang Bo heard it, "That is to say, you plan to do one, right?"

Before Fang Zheng could speak, a monk angrily rebuked: "The abbot means that Shaolin Temple is not a place where people like you can scatter wildness."

Wang Bo was scolded and didn't care. After all, he was not a good role today. If he wanted to become famous in Shaolin, he naturally had to be scolded or even beaten.

If you are not as skilled as others, you deserve it if you are beaten to death.

"This master has a big temper, I don't know what to call him?"

The monk said bluntly: "The first seat of the Prajna Hall is born!"

"It seems that Master Fang Sheng is very dissatisfied with me. Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance. Fang Sheng can draw a stroke and draw a stroke with me. Don't worry, I will definitely show mercy and will not kill you."

At the end, Wang Bo smiled very happily.

Fang Sheng's forehead leaped with blue veins and said without hesitation, "Okay, I'll learn your tricks."

After saying that, he rushed to Wang Bo with exquisite steps, which opened Wang Bo's eyes.

Although this Master Fang Sheng has a very hot temper, his steps are very mysterious, and each step does not contain any breath of fireworks. His body is as light as a feather.

A thought flashed through Wang Bo's mind.

Cross the river with a reed!

According to the saying, Damo walked across the river on a reed, and his light skills were unfathomable. Now Fang Sheng showed his light skills, making his body light and not stained with the breath of fireworks.

It looks like the legendary crossing the river.
Chapter completed!