Xu Lang had no choice but to teach this reckless and impulsive old monk a lesson first.

However, Xu Lang originally thought that teaching this old monk a lesson should be a very simple thing. When he was really fighting, he couldn't help but be surprised. The old monk's internal strength was very deep and unfathomable. Although his martial arts routines were somewhat similar to the Shaolin martial arts in China, they were also very different. After dozens of rounds, Xu Lang failed to find the other party's martial arts flaws.

Xu Lang jumped up, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed at the old monk with one palm. The old monk did not dodge or dodge, and stretched out his arm and was firmly hit by Xu Lang's palm. When Xu Lang's palm touched the old monk's arm, he felt his unfathomable internal force. He felt that his body was shocked and staggered back.

Xu Lang had to continue to regulate his breathing and exercise his skills, and used deeper internal force to hit the old monk's arm again. Xu Lang saw that his palm actually cut off the old monk's arm. However, something incredible happened. Although his palm cut off the other party's arm, half of the arm that had fallen suddenly disappeared and turned into powder.

And looking at the old monk's arm, it was intact, and nothing seemed to have happened at all.

This made Xu Lang shocked, not knowing what technique this old monk used.

Just when Xu Lang was stunned, the old monk took the opportunity to attack, and Xu Lang had to face the enemy, and he did not dodge or dodge and faced him. However, the old monk who was facing him was obviously right in front of him, but suddenly, he ran behind him and hit him with a palm. What's even more incredible is that there was an old monk in front of him!

However, just when Xu Lang was surprised, the "old monk" in front of him turned into foam like the half of his arm that he had just cut off, as if a lot of phosphor was sprinkled in the air.

Before Xu Lang could take a breath, the old monk actually attacked him again from behind. Under the palm, Xu Lang staggered and fell forward. If he had not had deep internal strength, he would have to die under the old monk's palm.

Xu Lang suddenly turned around and looked at the old monk in amazement.

The old monk said slowly, "Amitabha, good, good, donor, admit it!"

Of course, the old monk spoke Japanese, and he did not say "Amitabha", but in Xu Lang's opinion, what he said was roughly the same as the "Amitabha" mentioned by the old monk in China.

Xu Lang couldn't help laughing and said, "As a monk, you are really suitable to attack someone behind your back?"

The old monk said again: "The Buddhists practice martial arts, one is to strengthen the body and the other is to eliminate harm. If I can save you, it is good. If you don't know that turning back is the shore, I have to destroy you!

I advise you to put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha on your own!"

Xu Lang couldn't help but say helplessly: "Let your sister! I've told you so many times, I've just passed by like soy sauce. Why don't you ask? Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"

Then my old monk said coldly: "You must not repent! Don't forget that you are no match for me at all. If you don't stop, I will only be able to save you and send you to the West!"

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Xu Lang's mouth, and then he jumped up again. He had not had the ability to unblock the combat power just now, and he did not even seriously compete with this second-tier monk. He was just surprised that this person's martial arts routine was a bit weird.

This time, Xu Lang still had no combat power. He wanted to use his orthodox Shaolin martial arts to fight until the old monk admits his mistake.

Then, Xu Lang jumped up, clenched his hands into fists, then folded his hands together and suddenly opened to both sides. He saw a steaming heat all over his body, and his face looked very rosy and shiny.

Seeing this, the old monk seemed to say regretfully: "Amitabha, good, good, I don't know how to live or die! Okay, let me save you!"

Then, the old monk jumped up and attacked Xu Lang fiercely. With a palm, he hit Xu Lang hard. However, at this moment, "a circle of Xu Lang" appeared around the old monk. Countless Xu Langs, the one he hit was in an instant, and on the other side of him, a pair of real palms hit him. A palm in his body was a little difficult to support, and then suddenly turned around to fight. He thought that the real Xu Lang was behind him, but when he turned around, Xu Lang ran behind the other side of him again, and he spitted blood again.

The old monk said intimately that he had no choice but to use the magical power he had just used to fight Xu Lang again. However, his magical technique could only transform into two at most, or even some organ that was hit on his body. However, Xu Lang could transform into countless people, and he was caught off guard. True and false, false and false.

The old monk couldn't help but struggle and said in a daze: "Ah, you, what kind of martial arts are you using?"

Xu Lang laughed and said, "Guess!"

Xu Lang said, then suddenly moved forward again, knocking the old monk to the ground with a palm, and it seemed that he could not get up.

After half a day, the old monk stood up with difficulty and looked at Xu Lang in surprise, "You, are you using the Shaoyang magic skill among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin in China?"

Xu Lang jumped down and laughed: "You still have some knowledge, but you can recognize this is Shaolin's unique skill! Tell me, who are you?"

Xu Lang had no intention of killing this old monk, otherwise he would have died long ago.

The old monk used his skills to regulate his breathing again and said angrily to Xu Lang: "Don't think that my martial arts skills are not as good as you, so I can let you harm the innocent. It's me that I should ask you who you are and why you use the Chinese Shaolin martial arts!"

Xu Lang was really helpless. This monk was so mean and stubborn. How could he think he was a bad person? He said helplessly: "To be honest, I was originally a Chinese, not a second person!" No wonder this is very similar to the Chinese and second person. Xu Lang used very fluent Japanese. It is not surprising that the old monk could not recognize Xu Lang's nationality.

The old monk was a little surprised and said slowly in stiff Chinese: "I didn't expect that it was Chinese again. What do you cunning Chinese want to do?"

Xu Lang knew that the reason why the old monk changed to Chinese to talk to him was simply to test whether he was telling the truth. However, what he was a little confused was that what the old monk's second half of the words meant.

Xu Lang immediately used Chinese and said angrily: "Old guy, I didn't kill you, it doesn't mean I'm afraid of you. It's better to pay attention to your words. If you dare to insult the Chinese, I will definitely kill you!"

The old monk said in a humble and arrogant manner: "Hmph, am I wrong? For hundreds of years, you Chinese have done this, killing innocent people one after another, vicious and cunning, and deceiving me, Master Jianzhen's Buddha's relics, which is simply unforgivable!"

When Xu Lang heard this, he was shocked again. He vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the monk, although there were many misunderstandings, perhaps some things worth pondering.

Xu Lang thought for a while and hurriedly said, "Wait, Master, what do you mean? Why don't I know at all? What does this matter have to do with Jianzhen's major event? I am also a Chinese, and Jianzhen's master is also an idol I admire!"

After hearing Xu Lang's words, the old monk didn't know whether he should believe him. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know you, why do you believe you?"

Xu Lang was really helpless, "Since you and I don't know each other before, why do you think I am a person who does evil?"

At this moment, Xu Lang noticed that the second-class boy who was originally thought to be dead was still breathless.

The child is innocent. Xu Lang wanted to do some good deeds, and in order to prove to the old monk that he was not a bad person and gain his trust, Xu Lang had no choice but to save the little boy.

Then, Xu Lang walked over and explored the little boy's pulse. Sure enough, there was still a breath left.

Then, Xu Lang used his skills to do it. In an instant, the little boy's body floated up. Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly said, "What are you doing?"

Xu Lang said angrily: "If you don't want this little boy to die, get out of here and be quiet!"

Xu Lang said as he began to summon the power of the seven-color Buddhist beads in his eyes to treat the little boy.
Chapter completed!