Chapter 154： now

At this moment, when the old woman turned around, a steel needle shot at Chen Yiming's invisible position.

Whoosh!

The steel needle is covered with a layer of spiral airflow. This airflow is transformed by internal energy, allowing the flying speed of the steel needle to easily exceed the speed of sound, and there is no attenuation along the way.

Obviously, the old woman is the second stage of the warrior realm, not the ordinary warrior realm.

Seeing this, Chen Yiming dissipated the inner strength of the black mist, and with a flick of his body, he easily avoided the steel needle and remained in the original position.

The old man and the old woman showed a hint of surprise, and stopped thinking about continuing to work.

The steel needle probed and realized that the two sides were at the same level, so there was no need for a fearless fight.

"Two old people, what's the situation on the island now?" Chen Yiming asked directly. It didn't hide in the slightest that he was the one who just arrived this time.

And the tenderness in his voice revealed his age.

"Young man, the strength is good." The old man smiled.

The old woman next to her said with a cold face: "Just you? Hurry back to find your elders, this is not the place you should come."

She was extremely dissatisfied with the steel needle that the masked man evaded her in situ, that understatement, as if the steel needle did not pose a threat.

Chen Yiming heard the words and asked again: "There are only three people on the island, so many of you, what are you afraid of?"

His words were simple and direct, like a knife.

Not only did the old man and the old woman feel uncomfortable when they heard it, but the other two forces who were close to the old man and the old woman on the water glared at the masked man after hearing it.

Standing and talking without back pain, just talking big but acting short.

Here's their take on the masked man.

"Boy, don't say it nicely, if you have one, you should take action first." The old woman said coldly.

If it wasn't for her strength, she really wanted to hang up and beat this young man who didn't dare to show his true face.

"Young people, you must know how to respect the old." The old man lost his smile and taught him a lesson.

"Sure enough, stubbornness has a lot to do with age."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yiming stepped across the water surface of dozens of meters, and came to the side of the force that glared at him just now.

These are two sturdy monks in monk robes with shiny bald heads.

One was holding a Zen staff and the other was holding a Jie Dao. His muscles were strong, his face was twisted and violent, and he was staring at Chen Yiming with anger.

"Monk, martial arts training consumes a lot of money. What do you use to replace the meat of foreign animals?" Chen Yiming suddenly thought of this question and asked curiously.

"Boy, you are courting death."

The two monks raised their weapons and roared.

With a ferocious look on his face, he might not be able to help himself at any time.

"It turns out that it's not a serious monk." Chen Yiming commented on the strong figures of the two.

In his mind, the main business of a regular monk should be to study Buddhism, and martial arts can only be a minor.

And these two monks were about to start when they disagreed, which was not what he should be like a monk who had attained the Tao in his heart.

The voice fell.

"Death!"

The monk holding a Zen staff, the water surface under his feet exploded, and his figure disappeared in front of the masked man.

A dazzling golden light burst out from the meditation stick, and then it turned into half the Buddha's body. The Buddha was born with six hands, and six palms that radiated this golden light followed the stick and hit the masked man.

In a short moment, it seemed to face seven attacks at the same time.

"This is Buddhist martial arts?" Chen Yiming asked in surprise while the attack had not yet arrived.

Willing to try Buddhist martial arts to see if there is any difference.

He threw a punch from the front, carrying a huge internal energy on his fist.

Bang!

A wave of air swept across the lake, shaking the water into a rustling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a large splash of water exploded on the spot, covering the figures of the two.

The movement here attracted the attention of the three heads of the Kunshan faction, and everyone looked in the direction of the masked man and the monk.

"what!"

A scream came out.

The monk holding the meditation stick was broken into pieces, his hands were bleeding, and the whole person flew back at a faster speed.

"Besides the appearance is a bit bluffing, I didn't find any difference compared to other martial arts."

Chen Yiming's comments reverberated in the East River Lake.

Bang!

Then, another crash sound came.

The monk holding the Jie Dao was stunned for a moment by the fiasco of his companion, and was hit by the monk who flew back.

The two flew across the lake, until they slid for nearly ten meters on a high soil **** on the island in the center of the lake, and the soil **** was plowed into a long pit by the two of them.

"This……"

The old man and the old woman not far away swallowed their phlegm.

Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I still thought it was dazzling.

In the impression of the two of them, when they encircled and suppressed the three heads of the Kunshan faction, the two monks not only cooperated extremely well, but their strength was also good in the second stage of the warrior realm.

The two teamed up to beat a hospital leader from the Kunshan faction until they could only dodge.

However, now, it is like being treated as a warrior realm of a lower realm, and defeated at will.

At the same time, not only the old man and the old woman, but other people were about to lose their jaws.

There were suspicions in their hearts that the slightly immature voice of the masked man was pretending, and that he was probably an old monster in the third stage of the warrior realm.

On the rooftop of the Lake Heart Island Hotel.

Seeing this, the three heads of the Kunshan School sent a few drops of cold sweat out of their foreheads.

Especially Cheng Shikun, he was the head of the academy who was beaten by two monks and kept evading.

No one knows the combat power of the two monks better than him. One-on-one may be weaker than him, but the combination of the two must not be underestimated.

Chen Yiming swayed, returned to the old man and the old woman, and asked, "Which head of the Kunshan School is on the porcelain bowl now?"

His voice was not deliberately amplified with the inner strength technique, but the effect was not diminished in the slightest, and everyone could hear it clearly without missing a word.

After the mantis catching the cicada oriole, a bad feeling came to everyone's heart.

This was planned by Chen Yiming. All the forces involved in the encirclement and suppression had already appeared at this time, and it was just right for him to take action at this time.

Because if they were to **** from the very beginning, the forces that came one after another might not understand the situation, so he had to kill.

The second stage of the Martial Artist Realm is regarded as the backbone of the top-level combat power of a province. If one falls too many, it will inevitably be traced to the end.

There was absolutely no need for him to get into this trouble.

The faces of the old man and the old woman were pale, and there was no way they looked like they used to rely on the old and sell the old.

Especially the old woman, for fear that the previous conflict between the two will be used as an excuse by the masked man.

"On Cheng Shikun of the Kunshan faction."

Without pausing, the old woman pointed to one of the three hospital leaders on the rooftop.

Chen Yiming swept his gaze to the rooftop and wrote down who the old woman pointed.

The next moment, his figure flashed, and he came to the rooftop in three steps.

An invisible pressure, like a huge wave set off by a tsunami, squeezed the three heads of the Kunshan Academy.

The expressions of the three Kunshan faction heads changed drastically and they looked at each other.

Shi Qingxin and Xu Zhansheng didn't say a word, they simply turned their heads in other directions, completely leaving the decision to Cheng Shikun.

Seeing this, Cheng Shikun secretly cursed himself unlucky.

If he handed over the porcelain bowl, he would not only be responsible for the failure of this operation when he returned to the door, but he would also be ridiculed by other hospital leaders.

And if he didn't pay, he wouldn't have the confidence to stop the masked man for a round. The monk who was beaten by one blow just now was an example.

In addition, even if the porcelain bowl is brought back to the sect, he is not alone in possession, but has to be handed over to the sect master.

As a result, it is not necessary to think about whether it is necessary to have a porcelain bowl.

So, with a miserable smile on Cheng Shikun's face, he took out the porcelain bowl.