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Chapter 172 Arhat Formation

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    Looking at the two people who did not flinch at all, but became more and more excited.

    Both the old monk and Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a headache.

    After all, they still don¡¯t want to fight to the death with the two of them.

    Because they have no chance of winning at all.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of ten thousand steps back, even if you win, there is no benefit.

    "Shaolin and Wudang are like branches, that's all."

    Once Shaolin really declines, Wudang will probably suppress it even if it doesn't beat up the lost dog.

    ?? Shaolin Wudang, why not Wudang Shaolin?

    The title "Number One in the World" is not only attractive to individuals, but also to sects.

    " Moreover, it's not just Wudang, but also the imperial court.

    There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist.

    How many times in history have Buddhas been exterminated? Why?

    Isn¡¯t it because the influence of Buddhism and Taoism is too great?

    Although Shaolin can't say that it can't lose its tail, if it can be contained, the imperial court will be happy to see its success.

    Therefore, they are unwilling to fight to the death with Wei Jianren.

    However, they didn¡¯t want to, and Wei Jian and the other two didn¡¯t seem to mind at all.

    "Wei Shaoxia, Hengshan is prosperous because of you. If you were killed or even seriously injured in Shaolin today, what do you think will happen to Hengshan?"

    Fang Zheng said sincerely.

    Dongfang Bubai is already a loner, and he is not afraid of those who wear shoes when he is barefooted.

    Therefore, Fang Zheng can only place his hope on Wei Jian.

    "I'm not a swordsman,"

    ?????????????????????????????????????¡­

    Therefore, he first denied the title of Fang Zheng, and then said,

    "However, even a sword fanatic would probably make the same choice as me."

    "Not to mention whether you can keep us and inflict heavy damage on us. Even if you can, it can only be said that time is fate and God's will is like this. What can you do?"

    "Amitabha Buddha!"

    Seeing that Wei Jian was also desperate, the old monk spoke,

    "That's all, if that's the case, how about we each take a step back?"

    "Shaolin is indeed Shaolin after all. At this moment, seeing that they can't reach an agreement, they finally give full play to their own strengths. Those who understand current affairs are heroes.

    Compromised!

    Wei Jian was not surprised at all.

    In the era of gold and Yuan, the intact preservation, no decline in the same time, how could it be that it would not be curved and vowed to be dead?

    You must know that the Beggar Clan, which was on par with Shaolin and even surpassed Shaolin at one time, now the grass on Quanzhen's grave is already overgrown.

    "Tell me about it!" Seeing that the old monk had compromised, Wei Jian naturally would not forcefully force the other party to fight to the death.

    "Simple!" the old monk said, "We will fight twice. If you win both times, then we will open the Sutra Pavilion and give you a Great Return Pill."

    Before Wei Jian could speak, the old monk explained,

    "I think you all know how difficult it is to refine the Great Return Pill. In today's environment, if you want to collect a batch of medicinal materials, it would be very taxing for me, Shaolin, and the time cannot be guaranteed. Now Shaolin can only prepare for the next abbot.  A refined one.¡±

    Having said this, the old monk fell silent.  Obviously, the result was left to Wei Jian and the others to decide.

    If you agree to this condition, then continue talking.

    If you don¡¯t agree, there¡¯s nothing more to say.

    A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend, and half a sentence is too much to say without speculation.

    Wei Jian and Dongfang Bubai looked at each other.

    Although I don¡¯t know whether what the old monk said is true or false.

    However, they know that this should be Shaolin¡¯s bottom line.

    ¡°If we continue to be tough, we may really have to fight to the death with Shaolin.

    It¡¯s just like what Shaolin guessed before.

    In fact, Wei Jian and the two are also full of fear of Shaolin.

    Needless to say, Wei Jian has Hengshan behind him, and he is still young.

    Even without the resources of Shaolin, relying on foresight and golden fingers, breakthrough is only a matter of time.

    As for the goal of Dongfang Invincible, it is to break through Xiantian.

    He is not willing to break the jar until he achieves his goal or becomes desperate.

    ¡°Moreover, they were actually asking for exorbitant prices before.

    Since Shaolin paid back the money on the spot, they reluctantly agreed.

    ?Good!  "The two nodded.

    Seeing this, Fang Zheng and others couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

    "Okay!" The old monk also showed a smile on his face and continued,

    "If there is one win and one loss, then it is the same as opening up the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion or the Great Return Pill."

    "If we lose both games"

    ¡°Then of course there¡¯s nothing more to say, let¡¯s turn around and leave!¡±

    Before the old monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Jian.

    If they all lose, they still have the nerve to stay and ask for some spoils.

    At that time, it was considered a good thing that Shaolin wanted to keep them if they didn't go back on their word.

    "Shan!" Seeing that the conditions were agreed upon, the old monk stopped being sloppy and asked directly,

    "I wonder who of the two donors will come first?"

    "I'll come!" Wei Jian walked out without hesitation.

    In this regard, Dongfang Bubai has no objection.

    We have to fight anyway, so what does it matter if it's a little earlier or a little later?

    "In that case, let me come and meet Wei Shaoxia."

    Seeing Wei Jian appear, Fang Zheng also led one hundred and eight monks out without hesitation.

    "Wei Shaoxia is a peerless master, I can only use the temple formation to defeat you for a while."

    In fact, if the old monk is allowed to fight at this time, the chance of winning will be greater.

    Although the formation is strong and good at defeating the strong with the weak, it has its drawbacks.

    However, if Luohan Formation were to fight Dongfang Bubai, the chances of winning would be even smaller.

    In this way, they will lose anyway.

    "And if we let Wei Jian face the Luohan Formation, and let the old monk face Dongfang Bubai, we might be able to win two out of two.

    Of course, it is also possible to lose both battles.

    However, there is actually no difference between losing one game and losing two games to Shaolin.

    Because the opening of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will basically cause them no loss.

    There is only the Great Return Pill.

    As long as you win one game, you may be selected away.

    So, Shaolin actually took a chance.

    If you win, you will remain intact; if you lose, you will be left to fate!

    "superior!"

    As Fang Zheng shouted loudly, the next moment, one hundred and eight monks were seen moving at the same time.

    The steps are connected, the movements are like the wind, and the most important thing is the tacit cooperation between each other.

    One hundred and eight people seemed to be a lot of people, swarming in. Although the noise was huge, it inevitably gave people a chaotic feeling.

    "But, it's different here. Under Fang Zheng's command, one hundred and eight people are just like one person.

    At a glance, one after another, one after another, the figures seem to be carved out of the same mold.

    The actions are the same, the look is the same, the martial arts are the same, and the breath is the same.  Even more orderly than the phalanx in a military parade.

    For a moment, a fierce and powerful power that was not inferior to the power of the Five Mountains was suppressed towards Wei Jian.

    One hundred and eight long sticks whizzed down, and the air seemed to have been blown away.

    ??????????????????????????????????? There is no hiding, no avoiding.

    Once the formation is completed, it is like a self-contained cage, networking the world and suppressing everything.

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