The monk standing in front of Chen Yuyang is a monk from Shaolin Temple. He looks quite senior, and his hand is quite pure. If he doesn't have thirty or fifty years of invasion, he will definitely not reach this level. However, warriors are warriors after all, and if they don't reach the Golden Elixir Avenue, they will always be just mortals.

After carefully observing the monk's supreme skills, Chen Yuyang suddenly felt familiar in his heart. But he couldn't explain it clearly and could not understand it. Finally, he had to shake his head helplessly and sighed: "It's too weak, it's still too weak. Among the warriors, he can only be at the level of a master, and has not surpassed the innate master, let alone formed a golden elixir. At most, he is a supernatural person of A level!"

In fact, there is a rule in the supernatural world, that is, all S-level characters can transcend the limits of life. Obviously, this monk is not.

Although the monk's first-hand dragon grasping hand is clever, it is still very difficult to face Chen Shuang, a monster who practices the witch clan's martial arts. Although martial arts and fighting are the same path, there are still some differences after all.

"Catch the wind, catch the shadow, play the piano, play the zither, and criticize the kang." The dragon grasper in the monk's hand continued to change, and the strong wind blew straight to Chen Shuang. Chen Shuang did not dodge, and always resisted with a strong punch. The speed and strength of each punch made the monk give up the attack and defend. In this way, the monk had no strength to fight back at all.

"Monk or surrender?" Chen Yuyang said with a smile.

The monk said with shame and anger: "I would rather die than surrender!"

"Okay, I have backbone, but I want to know why there are disciples like you in Shaolin Temple? Not only can you help the underworld forces, but you also go against the government. Are you really not afraid of a catastrophe in Shaolin Temple?"

The monk was stunned and smiled and said, "Do you dare to move the thousand-year-old temple of Shaolin Temple?"

Chen Yuyang said lightly: "Shaolin has been worshipped as a Buddhist holy land in all dynasties, but the situation is different now. No matter how powerful the monk is, he cannot deal with advanced weapons. If Shaolin Temple really wants to fight against the government, it will definitely be surrounded by the army. You have to think it through, otherwise it would be unpleasant to cause harm to the fish in the pond!"

The monk was distracted by Chen Yuyang's words. It was in this moment that Chen Shuang quickly grasped it. A pair of iron palms slapped the monk's chest. With a "boom", the monk's fat body was directly slapped out, like a kite with a broken string, with blood squirting at the mouth, and landing on the bluestone bricks on the ground.

As soon as the monk landed, he was surrounded by the people from the Snow Wolf Team and said, "Don't move!"

Chen Yuyang came to Chen Shuang in three steps and said, "I still need to practice!"

"Yes, instructor!" Chen Shuang said respectfully, and there was no joy to win because he knew that Chen Yuyang was not satisfied with his performance.

The headquarters of the Axe Gang was captured and confiscated for a long time. Someone reported: "The report instructor, there were more than 600 people in the Axe Gang, all of which were captured, and the rebels were killed on the spot. It was found that there were countless guns and ammunition, and there were still a lot of white powder."

"Take them away and send them to the military region for detention!" Chen Yuyang said coldly.

"clear!"

In fact, Chen Yuyang was not concerned about these irrelevant things. He wanted to know more about where the Axe Gang's account was. However, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it. He smiled helplessly, and Chen Yuyang murmured to himself: "It seems that he has to go to find the nigger and the fat man!" hf();
Chapter completed!