Xia Tian smiled: "You can't beat me."

"Arrogant."

The monk scolded, swung the broom in his hand, and a pile of fallen leaves under his feet instantly swept towards Xia Tian.

At this moment, every fallen leaf seemed to have become a hidden weapon that could kill people, and was filled with power.

Xia Tian narrowed his eyes and quickly retreated, then his right hand patted his seemingly softly on the flying leaves, flowing water.

The leaves were quickly bounced or slapped away by Xia Tian. After flying out, some of them even pierced into the mud wall.

At this time, the other party had already waved the broom in his hand and rushed towards Xia Tian.

This broom was originally used to sweep the floor, but it felt like a monk danced with a long stick. In fact, the same is true. The methods used by this person were the Shaolin stick method.

This stick technique is fierce, extremely powerful, and can attack or defend, and has excellent effects on ordinary masters.

However, he encountered summer.

Xia Tian countered the move when he saw a move and used his extremely fast body technique to avoid the opponent's attack. Then he grabbed a bamboo branch on the broom and broke it gently, and the bamboo branch fell into Xia Tian's hands.

With a huff, Xia Tian used the bamboo branch to slap the monk's arm. The monk instinctively cried out, and the broom in his hand came out of his hand.

And Xia Tian grabbed the broom again and threw it violently...

The broom was thrown on the monk's chest, and the huge force directly drove the monk out. The monk landed on the ground, and there was a burst of burning pain in his chest.

"Who are you?"

The monk's painful face read a little surprised. It's been a long time since Jinlei Temple has been here as powerful as Xia Tian.

Xia Tian did not answer, but threw away the broom in his hand. The monk frowned, and a carp stood up from the ground, trying to attack Xia Tian again.

"Jun Lei stops... don't be rude and let this donor Xia Tian come in."

At this moment, an ethereal voice suddenly came from the temple behind. This voice was Ci Yun's voice.

"summer!"

The monk's face was filled with shock: "You won the summer hosted on Taihu Lake?"

Xia Tian raised his eyebrows gently, and without answering the words, he stepped into the temple.

At this moment, a sound of a bell ramming came from under the Jinlei Tower, which was what Jinlei Temple needed to do every day.

Xia Tian came to the Golden Lei Tower and saw a burly young monk hitting the huge bronze bell with his head.

His head was like a sledgehammer, and the sound of hitting the bronze bell was no worse than the ones that were knocked out with a hammer.

"Is the iron head good?"

Xia Tian looked over there and muttered to himself.

It is said that many unique skills in the Chinese martial arts world have long become sensational styles, but in fact, the real unique skills in the martial arts world have never disappeared. However, with the development of various modernizations, few people have paid attention to this martial arts world anymore.

Next to the big bell, Ci Yun sat cross-leggedly there.

There were not a few days since the battle in Taihu Lake, and Ciyun was seriously injured under Xia Tian's hands that day, but Ciyun seemed to be fine at this time.

Many rumored healing plasters and various bone jointing methods rumored in the world have not been lost.

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