After hearing what the White Lotus disciple said, Huang Shaohong immediately smiled and said:

"I said, how come you, the White Lotus Sect, have the guts to come to trouble me again? It turns out that someone is backing you up. Let's go. Today I will see which three masters of the Boxer Boxing dare to support the White Lotus Sect. I, the leader of your White Lotus Sect, are a fool.

Feihong is done!"

Huang Shaohong stepped in first. Yan Zhendong threw the White Lotus disciple to the ground, knocked him unconscious, and then strode into Chaotian Temple.

The Chaotian Temple was already overcrowded, and there were densely packed White Lotus disciples dressed in white, who were kneeling down and worshiping devoutly. In the center of the hall was a lotus-shaped statue of the Incarnate Mother carved from a huge rock.

In front of the sacred table at the foot of the statue of the Innocent Mother, three shirtless men stood. The leading man had a big bald head and nine scars on it. He was clearly a great monk.

The remaining two people wrapped their braids around their necks and stood on the left and right sides of the monk. These three people were all strong and muscular. At this time, each of them was holding a large handful of lit incense in their hands, with their eyes closed tightly.

, muttering something in his mouth, I don’t know what he is mumbling.

Master Jiugong's legs had been splinted at this time. He was being served by two White Lotus disciples and sat on a chair on the left side of the divine case. He was holding a piece of yellow silk full of words in his hand and listened to his loud preaching:

"Old mother Wu Sheng taught her disciples nine palaces. Now there is a Dharma altar. On behalf of my mother, I am pardoning and canonizing three heavenly guardians. From now on, the words of the heavenly master are my words. You disciples should strictly abide by the teachings of the heavenly master.

, show the power of my magical skills, carry forward the power of my teachings, and the old mother Wusheng bestows the Dharma!"

As he spoke, he pointed his hand at the three shirtless men, as if passing on his magic power. The three men who were mumbling words suddenly opened their eyes and shouted:

"Inanimate old mother, in a vacuum hometown, the old mother has bestowed magical powers to protect the body, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, inanimate old mother, urgent as a law!"

After the three of them finished speaking, they turned over the three handfuls of red-hot incense in their hands, poked their chests directly with the fiery red incense heads, and then kept sliding it over the skin, from the chest to the back, and from the back to the back.

On the arm, only incense ash was seen falling, but no skin was burned at all.

This scene, which was comparable to a miracle, caused the White Lotus followers to become enthusiastic, and they prostrated themselves and shouted: "The White Lotus descends to the earth, and all the people stand up... The White Lotus descends to the earth, and all the people stand up..."

The White Lotus disciples in the main hall fell to their knees, just in time to reveal Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong who were watching the fun behind the crowd. Master Jiugong saw it at a glance and exclaimed: "Huang Feihong!"

When he shouted, the three men in front of the magic case also looked this way. The big monk in the middle opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Foshan Huang Feihong?"

This monk's skill was even higher than that of Jiugong, and his voice was as loud as thunder, which could be heard clearly by the White Lotus sect members who were chanting slogans feverishly.

These White Lotus sect members were immediately startled. These days, the word "Huang Feihong" has become their nightmare. Even the sect leader has made people crippled, and the magical body protection skills are not easy to use. In their hearts, the other party is

The great devil who opposes the divine religion.

Looking back, they saw Huang Feihong standing behind them. These people immediately exclaimed and got up and moved to both sides.

As soon as the White Lotus disciples got out of the way, the great monk faced Huang Shaohong, clasped his fists and asked loudly: "Master Huang, how about my magical body protection?"

Huang Shaohong curled his lips: "It's just a trick of pretending to be a ghost!"

The great monk snorted coldly and ordered to the left and right: "Here comes the sword!"

When the crowd was in the middle of the crowd, four White Lotus disciples with steel knives jumped out, slashing and stabbing the great monk indiscriminately.

This kind of move was also performed by Jiugong Zhenren before, and even Yan Zhendong also practiced it. However, it was different from their sound like a knife cutting through leather. The four steel knives struck the monk's body and made a "dinging, clanking" sound.

'It's like the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Yan Zhendong's eyes narrowed at this time, and he said with some surprise: "The golden bell cover of the Dacheng realm!"

When the four knife-wielding cultists retreated, the monk smiled proudly and said, "How about this?"

Huang Shaohong still curled his lips with a look of disdain on his face: "Not very good!"

The monk's face turned cold, and he cupped his fists and said, "I, Shaolin Rampage, seek advice from Master Huang!"

Master Jiugong shouted from the side: "Brother, avenge me!"

The charging monk made a 'boom' sound with one step and the stone slabs beneath him were shattered by him. With this force, he waved his fist and rushed straight towards Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong nuzzled at Yan Zhendong beside him: "Old Yan, this is your food!"

Yan Zhendong nodded and spoke loudly in standard Shandong Mandarin: "I, Yan Zhendong, a Shandong iron cloth shirt, come to teach you about the Shaolin Golden Bell Shield!"

He finished speaking quickly, took a sharp breath, and the muscles and fascia in his entire body swelled. Then he took a big step to meet the charging monk and punched him fiercely.

Two fists as big as ocean bowls collided heavily, making a muffled sound. The charging monk swayed three times, but his feet took root and stabilized his figure.

Yan Zhendong, on the other hand, took three steps back in a row with a look of shock on his face.

Monk Hengchong also had an expression on his face: "Have you mastered the iron cloth shirt? Why don't you come and throw my Boxer? Wouldn't it be nice for me to give you an altar master?"

Yan Zhendong made a sound: "Fart, what's the future of being a magic stick with you? I, Yan Zhendong, want to be the deputy leader of the martial arts world!"

Huang Shaohong covered his face. This old Yan couldn't turn around. How about calling him vice president?

After Yan Zhendong finished speaking, he roared and rushed forward again. He knew that his hard skills were not as good as the opponent's, so he used Yan Family Boxing to compete with the opponent's boxing skills.

But the rampant monk relied on his great golden bell to avoid dodging, and his iron fists opened and closed to exchange injuries with Yan Zhendong.

This shameless style of play, no matter how careful Yan Zhendong was, he still suffered a loss. Just when he hit Hengchong's temple with a Danfeng Chaoyang with a 'clang' sound, the opponent not only did nothing wrong, but also showed that he had succeeded.

A smile like that.

Yan Zhendong knew it was bad, but when he tried to hide again, it was too late.

Monk Hengchong shouted: "Open the monument!"

Two palms hit Yan Zhendong's ribs on both sides at the same time. Even though Lao Yan's invulnerable body was a little unable to withstand it, he was knocked back by him and was caught by Huang Shaohong's reaching hand.

"Old Yan, are you okay?" Huang Shaohong saw that Yan Zhendong's face was a little pale and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"I'm fine, I just suffered some internal injuries. You should be more careful. I tried his golden bell cover, and there is no other sight except the vagina!"

Huang Shaohong said that he didn't care about the other party's martial arts. During this period, he and Lao Yan were getting along pretty well, so he turned over his hand and took out a bottle of 'Eight Treasures Life-Destroying Soup' and stuffed it into his hand: "Take it up and drink it."

Go and watch me avenge you!"

Lao Yan knew this was a good thing and quickly took it, reminding him at the same time: "Use the 'Lying Grasping Hand' to kill him!"

Hengchong obviously heard what Lao Yan said and laughed loudly: "Yes, my rear sight is right here. Let's see if you have this ability!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped his crotch and there was a crisp sound. This guy actually put something like a goggle underneath.

Hengchang hooked his fingers at Huang Shaohong: "My name is Hengchang, which means rampage. The three major inner martial arts masters in the north died more than ten years ago. I didn't catch up. Today I just want to take advantage of you, an outsider.

Master Fist, show your power and see if you can break my invulnerable golden bell!"

‘Bang’

Hengchong looked down at his chest in disbelief, and saw a blood hole in his heart, with blood spurting out.

"You..." He only uttered an unclear word "you", and the great monk fell to the sky.
Chapter completed!