Qu Feiyan began to tell all the despicable, shameless, dirty, bloody and dirty things that the Songshan School did.

Among them, the focus was on the countless tragedies caused by the Hengshan Sect Liu Zhengfeng's family being brutally destroyed, Yu Ji was hunted by the Thirteenth Taibao, and Zuo Lengchan won over the black and white tragedy...

One by one, one by one, shocking and terrifying!

Qu Feiyan's voice is crisp, but his speech speed is extremely fast.

She has a clear mind, a clear structure, and she speaks clearly, which makes people unable to argue.

Master Fang Zheng was speechless and ashamed when she said it.

But obviously, he is also a strong-willed person and will not reject his judgment just because of Qu Feiyan's words:

"Little demon girl, no matter how you tell the truth, you can't change the fact that you are a demon girl in the Demon Cult. Same."

He looked at Ding Ling and pointed to the location of Songshan School:

"It can't change the fact that Ding Ling, you have killed countless elite disciples of the Songshan Sect and almost wiped out Songshan Sect!"

He began to change his words from Ding Daxia to Ding Ling.

It can be seen that after Master Fang Zheng was angrily criticized by Qu Feiyan, he also felt aroused his feelings and he was no longer calm.

He looked at Ding Ling with bright eyes:

"Ding Ling, what is your idea? Are you planning to be enemies with the entire world? Or should you stay with me in Shaolin Temple and be a carefree and carefree person?"

"You bald ass!"

Qu Feiyan was anxious, afraid that Ding Ling would agree, so she couldn't help looking at Ding Ling and called 'Brother Ding'.

Ding Ling gave her a look of peace of mind, carried the golden hammer of drumbeat, walked forward two steps, scanned all the monks, and finally fell on Master Fang Zheng:

"I don't have the idea of ​​being an enemy of the entire world. I also believe that most of the people in this world are rational and neutral. If someone really causes trouble for me, I'm not afraid."

Ding Ling paused and smiled slightly. Suddenly, storms arose out of thin air, blowing Ding Ling's clothes and rushing. He stood there in the place, with a deep breath, and a grandmaster's demeanor was revealed.

His voice was very calm, but he showed his iron blood and sonorous:

"If the entire world really wants to be enemies with me, I want to see who wants to be the leader."

He looked at Master Fang Zheng, his eyes were faint, deep like two invisible deep pools:

"Are you?"

Master Fang Zheng was seen by Ding Ling and sweat suddenly appeared on his back, as if he was just now being watched by an ancient ferocious beast, looking down. The strong sense of oppression made him suffocate for a while.

His heart was secretly shocked, but his thoughts became more and more firm. He put his palms together and said in a stern manner:

"Amitabha, how good it is! The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" If Mr. Ding is obsessed with it and insists on his own, he will not be able to be the leader of our Shaolin Temple."

His expression was solemn and his appearance was solemn:

"Even if the abbot of Shaolin Temple dies and dies here today, we must let the world see that my Shaolin Temple's determination to protect the orthodox and decent will never be violated!"

"Hahaha……"

Ding Ling laughed three times, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the audience:

"What a great master Fang Zheng who is good at speaking. You can tell him that he is alive if he dies. I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. Do you want to fight? OK!"

Ding Ling walked forward with the golden hammer of drumbeat:

"I'll accompany you!"

"Set up the formation!"

Master Fang Zheng felt his scalp numb when he saw it and couldn't help but shout angrily.

boom!

clang clang clang!

Eighteen golden arhats with golden lacquer all over their bodies rushed out from behind Master Fang Zheng!

They all held iron rods and formed a continuous and continuous array of unforgettable and circulated sounds.

"Don't Mr. Ding dare to try the power of my 18 Arhat Formation in Shaolin Temple?"

Master Fang Zheng retreated to the rear and said loudly.

"Just about to try."

Ding Ling let out a long roar, and the sound broke into the nine heavens, which made Master Fang Zheng and his group buzzed their eardrums, and their faces changed drastically.

Qu Feiyan and his group were all happy, and Qu Feiyan was even more happy, thinking:

"Brother Ding's voice is getting louder and more powerful. Is this augmented skill? Okay, let's see how these bald donkeys resist it!"

boom!

Ding Ling's feet were breeze, and the muffled thunder sounded across the sky. In the next moment, Ding Ling had already arrived in front of the Eighteen Arhat Formation like the wind. While they were waiting for the formation, Ding Ling raised the drum and urn golden hammer to activate the Nine Sky Thunder Hammer Technique and Breathing Method

The true energy of the Pure Yang True Kung is rapidly circulating and fused into the Jiuxiao Thunder Hammer Method, making the Jiuxiao Thunder Hammer Method become more domineering and arrogant.

Rumble!

Before the hammer fell, the golden hammer that had already driven the Jiuxiao Thunder Hammer Technique made a rumbling sound of thunder.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

The Eighteen Arhats are all facing great enemies!

"Ha ha……"

Ding Ling smiled long, showing his unruly and wildness. He jumped up, and the man was in the air. A golden hammer of drum beater fell down wildly, boom boom boom!

There seemed to be countless invisible illusion hammers emerging from the void, densely packed, and I couldn't see the specific number clearly. Not only that, these hammer shadows were still extremely fast, and they were still in mid-air in the last second, and the next second, they had already smashed.

It fell to the array portal of the Eighteen Arhat Array.

"Stop!"

The eighteen Arhats roared.

Everyone uses their unique skills.

"Ape Stick Method!"

A Arhat man was as clever as ape, and a long stick was stretched and retracted, changing at will. With the jingling sound, he swept heavily towards the golden hammer of the drum beating in the sky.

"Stick-splitting method!"

A Luohan took a long breath, shouted loudly, and a long stick made the tiger and tigers turn wind, as if he was using a mountain-splitting axe technique, and smashed it away with one stick, as if he wanted to smash the mountains.

"Little Plum Blossom Stick Method!"

A Arhat's long stick pointed out countless stick shadows.

"Panlong stick method!"

Aaron's long stick is like a coiled dragon ascends to the sky, domineering and unstoppable.

"Wolf Tooth Stick Method!"

"Liuhe Stick Method!"

...

The eighteen Arhats, eighteen different stick methods, each stick method has been cultivated by them to the perfect state of instinct, and then cooperate with the eighteen Arhats Formation!

Condensing the power of the Eighteen Arhats into one.

The power of stick magic that was beaten together seemed to condense into a giant stick that topped the sky in mid-air, as if it could poke a hole in the sky!

Such an array.

Rare in this world.

It is enough to easily crush a great enemy.

Qu Feiyan and his group changed their expressions slightly, and they were a little worried.

Master Fang Zheng sighed a long sigh, secretly looking forward to it.

boom!

Ding Ling's invisible phantom hammer had already collided with the power of the stick technique, rumbling! As soon as the two sides began to confront each other, they entered a white-hot state of fighting!

Watching outside the scene.

Only the shadow of the stick, the hammer shadow flies continuously, the dust rolls, and the grass clips fly around in all directions, but it is difficult to see clearly what the person in it is.
Chapter completed!