Lanke Temple?

Everyone looked at each other, and everyone was shocked and incredible.

Although Lanke Temple is not one of the seven major forces in the Southern Region, it is the most mysterious place in the Southern Region.

Their old abbot is one of the five most outstanding figures in the Southern Region. He has a strong and profound skill and has almost reached the realm of flying immortals. He has entered the divine ruins several times and can return safely.

In the past decade, this old abbot has gradually gone into seclusion and no longer walks in the world.

Moreover, this temple is extremely mysterious, and it is said that no one knows where the specific location is.

Only those who are destined to be with Buddhism can find it.

Therefore, although countless masters in the world want to become disciples, they are all suffering from not finding the specific location of this temple, and can only be heard frequently among some storytellers.

They didn't expect to meet the successor of Lanke Temple today?

Ning Chuan was also secretly suspicious and noticed the changes in everyone's expressions.

Could it be that this little monk has a big origin?

"Master, please give me advice."

Ning Chuan raised his hands with one hand.

"Don't dare, don't you want to take a break?"

The little monk was a little shy, clasped his hands together and asked.

He is young and looks younger than Ning Chuan, with a tender face, wearing a white monk's robe, without any dust, and even the shoes under his feet are white.

The whole person looks white and pure, with a unique temperament that makes people feel good.

"No, I can hold on."

Ning Chuan smiled.

"If the donor doesn't want to take a break, once the monk takes action, he will definitely do his best, but I'm afraid the donor will lose his strength in a while..."

The little monk said quietly.

"You are polite, you really don't need it."

Ning Chuan said with a smile.

"Since that's the case, please give me advice."

A golden light suddenly appeared in the little monk's thin body, and an unspeakable golden internal energy filled it, which was vast and enveloping him, giving people a feeling of boundless majesty in an instant.

It was as if it suddenly turned into a Buddha and a god!

The people who were watching here from all directions suddenly changed their faces again.

What a weird feeling!

What kind of exercise is this?

"Don't move the Ming Wang Sutra!"

The old man on the old locust tree looked solemn and whispered, "It is actually the most difficult to practice in the Lanke Temple to practice the Mingwang Sutra...unbelievable..."

The Unmoved Ming Wang Jing has always been powerful and mysterious, and is intimidating. It is called the most difficult unique skill in Lanke Temple. In the past 240 years, only one person has successfully practiced it.

This little monk has such talent?

Hurry!

Suddenly, the little monk's body disappeared from his eyes, but his body was almost at its peak, and a sonic boom was produced. Before the sound came, the person had disappeared.

Ning Chuan felt that the space in front of him suddenly collapsed, and the wind was surging, like golden lightning rushed towards him, followed by dense endless claw shadows, covering his head.

In an instant, an unspeakable terrifying crisis quickly hit my heart.

What a bald thief!

It's so extraordinary!

Ning Chuan's pupils shrank.

But he did not react at all. Almost as soon as the little monk's body disappeared, he suddenly roared, like thunder falling from the sky, and a thunderclap made the sand and stones fly in the field. Many tourists from the world screamed, covered their ears, and spurted out blood directly, and flew backwards on the spot.

The little monk's body suddenly paused slightly, as if he was slightly affected.

But soon he got rid of the influence, and his claw skills were faster and his speed was stronger.

Completely beyond the speed of sound!

Ning Chuan rushed forward with amazing explosive power. His feet shattered the ground. Not only did he not retreat, but his hands turned into claw shadows. With unimaginable powerful force, he quickly grabbed the little monk's body.

Bagua Vajra Claws!

Gossip·Two hundred and fifty-six!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The two claw shadows blew each other, and bursts of violent deafening roars sounded directly.

Just as two large hammers running at high speed are bombarding quickly.

All the two of them used claw skills!

However, both of them had the claw skills to the extreme.

A sound boom was produced in the body, and waves of surging air continued to burst out from between them.

The little monk is worthy of being the successor of Lanke Temple.

The claw skills used are actually an extremely profound and superior martial art!

Called "Eighteen Claws of the Canglong", it is known for its fierce masculinity and numerous changes. Each claw is grabbed and followed by eighteen changes. After each change, there are eighteen new changes.

Just multiply eighteen by eighteen, and then multiply eighteen!

It is equivalent to more than 5,800 changes!

Once you face the enemy, you only need a little bit of advantage, and thousands of other changes will sweep overwhelm, making this original bit of advantage infinitely huge, thus defeating the opponent!

However, although the [Eighteen Claws of Canglong] have changed a lot, the young monk and the old monk have ignored one thing.

Or maybe they didn't expect that there would be a pervert like Ning Chuan in the world.

Ning Chuan's physical strength was so great that it completely exceeded the expectations of the old monk and the young monk.

In addition, Ningchuan's Bagua Vajra Claws are also known for their speed.

Therefore, in the dozens of consecutive moves in front, Ning Chuan fought quickly and his hands were as terrifying as lightning, and he blocked all the claws of the monk extremely perfectly.

But in this block, the little monk immediately noticed the endless terrifying power coming quickly. However, the two were in a very fast battle. Even if he felt the pain in his hands, he could not pull it out at all.

After more than ten consecutive times of arrest!

The little monk suddenly let out a miserable hum, his palms were approaching collapse, and blood was flying. The scene was terrifying, and two or three fingers flew out.

Then the two arms, shoulders, chest, and back were hit hard almost at the same time. The terrifying claw force quickly grabbed by, making a sound, and the clothes were flying, and flesh and blood were splattering.

ah!

The little monk screamed and flew out on the spot, smashing into the distance.

Ning Chuan's body suddenly stopped and his face changed slightly.

This is something he had never imagined!

He didn't want to hurt people seriously, but the two of them had reached the extreme. The little monk's claw shadow was terrifying and fast, and his moves were always in his vital light. He could not hold back at all.

So in the continuous crazy capture, all of them were all exerted.

But unexpectedly, the little monk suddenly lost his strength and his palm collapsed.

This was the end of Ning Chuan's discovery that something was wrong and hurriedly stopped.

Otherwise, once the two hundred and fifty-six styles were performed, the little monk could be captured into white bones in an instant!

Just now he thought he had met a real opponent among his peers...

Wow!

There was an uproar outside the court.

Everyone stared at each other, incredible, and didn't seem to expect it would be the result.

This little monk is the descendant of Lanke Temple. He practiced all the best fist skills, but he was directly scratched by three fingers in a rapid series of collisions.

In this way, half of the skill of the palms is lost?

How could this end?

"Master, how are you?"

Ning Chuan hurried outside the venue and helped Monk Wufa up.

Monk Wufa's face turned pale, his hands and his arms were covered in blood, and the bones inside could be seen in many places, his lips trembled, but he was gritting his teeth and holding on, forcibly squeezing out a smile,

"Thank you for your mercy, the donor."
To be continued...