The best master of the younger generation of Shaolin Temple is now being beaten to the ground by Tang Xiaobao, looking extremely embarrassed.

Wuneng felt so aggrieved!

He had never suffered such great injustice and humiliation!

But there's nothing he can do. It's just here, and he has no choice.

Then, there was a constant sound of slapping in the square. Tang Xiaobao's slaps fell on Wutong's head like rain, and the shouting and cursing did not stop.

Everyone was ashamed.

What a huge hatred this is.

This is really bullying.

Yes, everyone felt that Tang Xiaobao’s attitude towards Shaolin Temple was too different, as if he hated it particularly.

Could it be that someone in Shaolin Temple had offended this evil star?

Tang Xiaobao has not yet fought with any of the masters of the previous generation, but no one dares to underestimate him anymore. Even though many people still think that his most powerful skill is Qinggong, Qinggong is also a kind of martial arts, and he can't help but admit it!

Wutong tried to fight back at first, but in the end he could only dodge around with his hands covering his head. However, no matter how he dodged, he could not make Tang Xiaobao stop.

Tang Xiaobao's slaps never stopped from beginning to end, and were extremely accurate, with every slap landing on the top of his head.

Everyone in Shaolin Temple had gloomy expressions on their faces, and they couldn't wait to rush forward and attack together.

But in front of so many fellow martial artists, they couldn't seem to afford to lose face.

Just when everyone in Shaosi Temple was still hesitating, Wutong couldn't hold on any longer and fell straight to the ground.

Wuneng was foaming at the mouth, had a severe concussion, and was incontinent.

Tang Xiaobao then stopped and allowed the monks to rescue Wuneng.

After Wuneng was rescued, he seemed to be crazy, dancing and gesticulating, and frequently covering his head with his hands, as if he was driven crazy by Tang Xiaobao. His eyes were red and tearful, and he was muttering to himself.

sweat.

Wow, I was really driven crazy by this photoshoot.

That's right, even a football would be flattened if it was hit for so long, let alone a head.

Wuneng is a senior disciple of Shaolin Temple, but he is also a monk. Monks don't have hair on their heads, so it can't provide protection...

Tang Xiaobao had no sympathy for these monks.

Licking his lips, Tang Xiaobao looked at Master Wu Yu's face, which looked like it was about to spit blood, and sneered, "If you don't have the skills, don't take on this porcelain job. You should always do things within your ability. You can't blame me for this."

Master Wu Yu no longer had the demeanor of a high-level monk. He pointed at Tang Xiaobao and shouted, "You ignorant boy, you are trying to become an enemy of my Shaolin Temple. I will not let you go."

Wow, at the critical moment, he doesn't look like a great monk at all, he just acts like a gangster leader.

Tang Xiaobao laughed heartily: "Why don't you talk about me anymore? Damn, a bunch of fake monks, come on, I beat up your disciple, come and bite me if you dare, come on, come and beat me!"

So cheap!

It's so cheap!

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at Tang Xiaobao, there was some fear in their eyes.

It’s so cruel. Even Master Wu Yu has been forced into such a miserable state. It’s so pitiful!

Master Wu Yu, regardless of his image as a high-ranking monk, shouted, "Eighteen Arhats formation, deploy!"

With a loud noise, a large group of monks behind him almost all ran out. After counting, there were exactly eighteen of them, including old and young. They all held wooden sticks in their hands, and everyone had anger on their faces. Many monks even cursed.

Wanru, who had already retreated to the side, suddenly jumped up and landed next to Tang Xiaobao, clang!

With the soft sword in his hand, he flew out without waiting for Tang Xiaobao to make a move.

As soon as the Eighteen Arhats formation was set up, Wanru rushed over. In an instant, the eighteen monks trapped Wanru in the center.

No one is optimistic about Wanru.

Everyone knew that Master Wu Yu was extremely angry.

The temple protection formation has been mobilized.

This is a hidden secret skill.

No one present, even the leaders of various sects, had the confidence to easily break this formation.

His movements seemed so light, and even though he had a sword in his hand, how could anyone look at him with respect?

Only Tang Xiaobao hesitated to speak. He stepped back and muttered, "I agreed to go first, but it's not even time yet and you can't help it. Hey, what's the point of bullying these monks?"

Those who were closer to him were from the Huashan Sect, and they were all at a loss whether to laugh or cry when they heard what he said.

Come on, do you think she can win?

Still bullying monks?

This is the monk who is bullying her, okay?

Yes, no one is optimistic about Wanru.

Many people even feel a little regretful.

After all, Wanru is a great beauty, and no one wants to see her being defeated.

The stick has no eyes. These angry monks will not show mercy. If they injure or kill her, it will be a great loss to the world.

But in fact, the battle was over before everyone could react.

The eighteen monks swung their sticks at the same time, forming a mountain-like shadow that trapped Wanru in the center and swept him away like a waterfall.

But the next moment, the waterfall broke off.

Sticks flew everywhere, and eighteen monks fell out one after another.

Bang bang bang bang...

Very rhythmic.

In less than two minutes, all eighteen monks fell to the ground, and the sticks in their hands were all shortened by half, without exception.

Moreover, these monks all had sword wounds on their bodies. Although they were minor injuries, they were still bleeding and blood was flowing out.

It was as if she was standing in the center of the square. The software in her hand disappeared again, and she looked at Master Wu Yu coldly.

Master Wu Yu's face turned pale.

Everyone was stunned.

Strong, very strong, too strong!

This is the Eighteen Arhats formation of Shaolin Temple, the temple protection formation, which has been famous in the martial arts world for many years.

It's broken already?

Is it that easy?

Everyone could see that it was as if he had shown mercy. Otherwise, among the eighteen monks present, no more than three would have been able to escape unscathed, and there was an even greater possibility that the entire army would have been wiped out.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Tang Xiaobao shaking his head and sighing.

She hurried over, like a child who had done something wrong, and said carefully: "Brother Tang, I'm sorry, I was a little angry just now, so——"

"If you are angry, why don't you destroy their martial arts? Most of these bald donkeys are frauds who have come to steal reputations." Tang Xiaobao said.

Wan Ru uttered an "oh" and said, "Then I'll go and destroy them now!"

puff!

Many people at the scene almost fell down.

Are you going to destroy them now?

Do you guys play like this?

This is simply too bullying.

The monks of Shaolin Temple had just retreated and were treating their wounds. Upon hearing this, many of them dropped the medicine bottles in their hands.

They were frightened and their faces turned pale.

Especially the eighteen people who had just been defeated, they were particularly aware of Wanru's strength and had no doubt that Wanru had the ability to destroy them.

Fortunately, Tang Xiaobao came to the rescue: "Forget it, forget it. Buddha has mercy on me. Just let them go. I have a kind heart."

Everyone present was speechless again.

Do you still have a kind heart?

Tang Xiaobao looked at the monks and couldn't help laughing.