(Sorry, the numbers in the previous two chapters were written incorrectly... I'm a little confused recently. Sorry, but the content is coherent, please forgive me...)

"Attack with all your might!"

Monk Yongwen thought a lot at this moment, and Wang Cheng's figure could no longer tolerate it in his eyes. He immediately issued an order to the Eighteen Bronze Man: "Since the disciples of Wusheng Mountain are interested, don't be polite."

Monk Wukong and others all looked serious.

Once Yongwen issues this order, it means that they will attack by any means. As long as they can knock down Wang Cheng, they will do everything they can!

The eighteen bronze men in Shaolin history lost at their doorstep.

Monk Wukong didn't want him to be on the list.

Now!

Monk Wukong took the lead in attacking, jumped up with one step, and grabbed Wang Cheng's Tianling Gai directly with his dragon claw. His face was extremely fierce, and his breath condensed to the extreme. This was his full-strength attack, bringing a dragon roar, and there was a tendency to gather strength on his five fingers.

At the same time, two other monks also attacked Wang Cheng's face, and several monks all attacked Wang Cheng's vital points in his chest and abdomen and his lower body.

Do everything you can!

Every part of the attack is an absolute key.

Yan Yu looked anxious, her fists were clenched, her eyes were full of amber, and the tiger's aura was extremely strong, and the tiger was ready to move.

Taoist Changhe also stared at Wang Cheng's figure tightly and whispered: "Don't act rashly, I won't let Wang Cheng get hurt."

Wang Cheng was surrounded by Shaolin masters from all directions. Faced with the attacks of so many masters, he looked very solemn, as if he had not seen the people around him, just like the Buddha walking in hell, all the ghosts and monsters around him were false, and he had the true meaning of Buddhism in his heart.

He took a step slowly with his right foot, and it was still the Vajra Buddha's stake. The qi and blood in his body expanded, and many injured parts were quickly repaired. He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his body felt much more relaxed.

Bang……

His arm suddenly punched into the sky, colliding with Monk Wukong's dragon claw hand, and a huge force drove Monk Wukong backwards. Monk Wukong could not feel one of his arms, a tingling numbness stimulated his nerves, and his face was slightly distorted.

Monk Wukong flew more than ten meters away before landing. He fell to the ground and took three steps back before he stood firm. His qi and blood were almost dispersed by Wang Cheng's punch.

That terrifying force is really scary.

Pure force, no strength, no gathering of energy, and no skill to make moves, just a dignified punch!

It's just irresistible.

The attacks of the remaining monks also followed.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Several consecutive attacks between Wang Cheng's chest and abdomen, and his two fists on his face and lower body were quickly blocked.

The tingling pain on the chest and abdomen only appeared for a moment, and it was quickly repaired in half a breath, and there was no longer any discomfort. Wang Cheng felt unusually comfortable and powerful inside and outside the body.

Take a deep breath!

He walked towards the stone gate of Shaolin Temple without stopping.

The eighteen bronze men around him kept attacking Wang Cheng's entire body. He still only protected the vital points of his head and lower body, and ignored any other attacks, allowing the eighteen people to constantly attack every other part of him.

Bang……

The stake method continues!

Breathing never stopped for a moment!

Seeing Wang Cheng walking for a long distance and coming to the stone gate of Shaolin Temple, each of the eighteen bronze men showed a hint of anxiety.

Because they could not stop Wang Cheng from moving forward!

Yongwen and several older masters clenched their fists, hoping to go up and take action to settle Wang Cheng.

However, the Taoist priest Changhe also stood aside and was always alert. Once they took action, the Taoist priest Changhe would take action immediately, and then it would be a battle between two factions.

Shaolin Temple is naturally not afraid of group battles. This is their base camp, but more importantly, Yongwen and others are unreasonable!

Once you lose, you lose!

Then Shaolin Temple has really become a laughing stock in the world. Not to mention the one who has been closed for a year, it is estimated that if the mountain is closed for another hundred years, this negative impact will not be eliminated.

Eighteen Shaolin masters no longer attacked Wang Cheng. Instead, they quickly bypassed Wang Cheng and came to the gate of Shaolin Temple. Eighteen people together blocked Wang Cheng's entry. Each of them looked a little determined, and they felt a sense of heroism that they were ready to die.

People who don’t know thought they were bullied by Wang Cheng. But in fact, they were always attacking and Wang Cheng was being beaten.

It is a rare skill to be able to beat someone so helplessly.

The Taoist priest Changhe was also first-class in his beating skills and was called unbeaten, but he never had the current record of Wang Cheng, and could not help but weaken the eighteen top masters of his peers.

Wang Cheng looked at the eighteen bronze men standing at the wall of people formed by the door, but still said a word, just walked unswervingly and took the 72nd step...

boom……

As soon as he took a step forward, his feet stepped on a pit on the ground, and then his fists came out.

It was still pure force, and his punch still had no skills or boxing skills, just followed the basic stance of Vajra Buddha.

The huge force was filled with a deafening howling!

The monk standing in front is Wu Shi, who is thirty years old this year. He is the highest among the eighteen bronze men with the highest qi and blood cultivation. The iron cloth shirt has the highest cultivation level, so he is in front. His face is red and his qi and blood are full. The iron cloth shirt practices horizontally and has reached its peak. His skin is slightly black, like a layer of metal!

He crossed his hands in front of him, and there was a technique like Tai Chi to make a big move.

At the same time, three monks on both sides of him used special stake techniques, and six hands held up against Monk Wushi on both sides, which could help him relieve his strength!

There are two monks behind him pressing his back, giving him support and helping him relieve his strength!

This is a rare defensive posture among the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation.

When Monk Yongwen saw this scene, his face turned extremely dark. The eighteen bronze men were forced to use this defensive formation, which was actually considered a loss. After all, the opponent was just one person and he was still beaten.

Wang Cheng took a step forward and attacked with a loud punch.

Monk Wushi blocked Wang Cheng's fist with both fists, and a huge force exploded instantly, pressing against his arms. Then he hit his chest straight.

boom………………

A huge force erupted.

Wushi's solid body shook for a moment, and the eight monks who were holding him behind him also shocked at the same time, but none of them took a step back.

The huge force was blocked by nine people!

Behind the nine monks Wushi and others were Wukong and other nine monks, who also showed the same defensive posture as Wushi.

These are two iron walls!

The Shaolin monk did not believe that Wang Cheng could smash these two iron walls together.

This time it turned into Wang Cheng's attack, and the 18 Shaolin bronze men came to defend.

Because of this sect, the Eighteen Bronze Man had to come to defend and prevent Wang Cheng from entering.

One punch.

Wu Shi and the nine others were just shocked and did not take a step back. There was no sign of disarray in the formation.

Wang Cheng had no expression on his face, took a step back, then took another kick, and punched again.

It is still the Vajra Buddha's stake, and it is still the Vajra Buddha's fist!

However, after taking one more step, Wang Cheng's body's qi and blood burst even more strongly, and a punch came again.

boom…………

One punch!

Monk Wushi's body shook again, his face turned slightly red, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. The eight monks around him were also shocked and his face turned red.

Under such a formation, the nine people were almost connected, and they were all damaged.

Wang Cheng's breathing changed, and he punched him again!

boom………………

A dull sound.

After all, Monk Wushi couldn't stand it anymore. A mouthful of blood spurted out and sprayed it on Wang Cheng's animal skin coat. His skin changed from a black color to a pale color. His qi and blood were exhausted, and the iron cloth shirt could not continue to maintain it.

The eight monks around him also spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time!

Nine monks, each of them looked horrified.

The power of nine people cannot fight against Wang Cheng alone!

You should know that defense is actually more advantageous than attack, just like the relationship between siege and defending the city. The defending party is inherently advantageous. If the siege party does not have several times the opponent's strength, it is basically impossible to forcibly capture it.

Wang Cheng looked calm and his breath continued. Almost all the breath he exhaled turned into real water vapor. The temperature in his body soared sharply, as if there was a huge steamer in his body.

At this moment, he has begun to enter the last stage of Vajra Buddha's stake, and every step is extremely important and extremely powerful.

so……

He punched out again!

Wu Shi and nine Shaolin bronze men were directly beaten back by Wang Cheng, and their formation immediately dispersed.

Bang!
To be continued...