Chapter 1964

Qi Kunlun took back his hand and said indifferently, "I have already said that I'm here to look for someone, but if you have to think so, I can't help it!"

"You want to die!" The guard monk was furious, and his steps were close to the ground, like a big Mantis. He rushed to the front of Qi Kunlun again. He waved his hands and pinched his five fingers together. Like a sickle, he ran to the key points of Qi Kunlun.

"Liuhe Mantis Fist? Interesting! " Qi Kunlun sneered, his feet standing still and his upper body shaking slightly.

The guard monk's fist speed is extremely fast. In one second, he can play more than 30 fists. He has already practiced this boxing technique to the point of entering the society and being perfect! However, he was astonished to find that he was so quick that when his fist was sharp, he touched Qi Kunlun's coat corner. The key of the other side was clearly there. However, as soon as he fought, he always felt a sense of emptiness, which seemed to disappear.

Qi Kunlun's shaking range is very small, but he can accurately predict the landing point of each fist of the guard monk. He can easily avoid it by carrying Qi and blood, moving muscles and bones, and there is no need for too much dodging action.

After more than 100 punches, the gatekeeper can only barely touch the corner of his clothes. The more he fights, the more frightened he is. How strong is the Taoist sect's troublemakers?

More than 100 punches have been passed, although it is only a short time of more than three seconds, but the physical consumption is very serious.

Qi Kunlun found a clear gap between his punches, pushed out one hand and pressed it on his chest with a bang.

"Baji!"

The guard monk flew out like a cloud, slapped it hard on the ground, made a noise, and vomited blood out of his mouth.

Qi Kunlun said with a smile: "it's almost enough. I really think I'm your father and I have to get used to you?"

Qin Murong can't help but laugh at himself. Qi Kunlun has such a temper. Most of the time, he is more friendly to others. But if the other party thinks he is easy to bully, he will have to bear the unbearable pain.

"Little monk, don't struggle any more. Go and shout out your abbot. We are not here to cause trouble." Qin Murong shook her head. In order to avoid further trouble, she stood up and spoke.

However, the gatekeeper did not speak. He raised his hand and wiped the blood on his mouth.

When he whistled, suddenly, a dozen monks with long sticks were pouring into the courtyard. Each of them was very strong, and their muscle lines were very clear.

Qin Murong count carefully, there are 18 people on the opposite side.

"This is the eighteen stick monks of Bodhi temple?" Qin Murong looked at Qi Kunlun and asked slowly.

"It should be. The 18 men are of the same level. Only in this way can we form a more effective killing array." Qi Kunlun light road.

The formation is not only found in the supernatural tales. In ancient times, when fighting a war, it was necessary to line up and arrange the troops. The soldiers formed a battle array, and even the most powerful experts rushed in, they would be killed.

In Bodhi temple, there have always been 18 stick monks who formed a kind of demon subduing and demonic subduing array. From generation to generation, it has not been lost.

"This man is a guy sent by Taoism to find trouble. Beat him down and throw it out!" The gatekeeper raised his hand to qikunlun and said in a loud voice.

After listening to the eighteen stick monks, they immediately got up and lined up.

Qi Kunlun said to Qin Murong, "you'd better stand aside. I'll meet the eighteen stick monks today. How about it?"

Qin Murong thought about it, but she went to one side.