The bell echoed inside and outside Shaolin, and knocked thirteen times in a row, which means an emergency notification. When a strong enemy attacked, many monks rushed out of the mountain gate with sticks and glared at the evil demons and heretics in their eyes.

The leader was Master Juehui, who was attacking the Phoenix Palace with major sects. He was once seriously injured under the siege of Lin Yang and three female bosses. Now he has completely recovered. When he sees his enemies again, he is even more angry.

The Vajra stick in his hand pointed at everyone, and Master Juehui scolded sternly, "Lin Yang, you are so brave. You dare to lead the crowd to cause trouble. Shaolin is famous all over the world. How can you, a shameless boy, go down the mountain quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being polite."

Qingfu and others were very dissatisfied with his arrogant attitude, and immediately cursed, "Fuck you, who are you, you dare to point fingers at Mr. Lin. Believe it or not, I took off your arms or legs."

"Isn't it the number one sect in the martial arts world? What's so amazing? It's a mule or a horse that takes you out for a walk. The old man is not afraid of you."

Master Juehui's nose was about to become pissed and he said angrily: "Damn evil demons, you blinded your dog eyes. If you dare to talk nonsense, you will all become disabled."

Both sides refused to give in to each other, and they were tense, and there was a breath around them.

Lin Yang waved his hands with great momentum and signaled everyone to be calm. After all, he was not here to curse, and he did not want to fight a group battle unless he had to.

After all, there are many masters in Shaolin. If there is a big fight, our side will inevitably suffer heavy casualties, and it will be more than worth the loss.

The reason why he led the crowd was to create momentum and just stand up and cheer for him.

The noise stopped, and Lin Yang said proudly: "As the saying goes, Shaolin is born in the world! Come here to challenge Abbot Jueyin and let the people of the world see if Shaolin has real skills, please invite Abbot Jueyin out quickly."

Master Juehui snorted coldly: "You kid, you are worthy of fighting with the Shaolin abbot, go for a dream."

Let me tell you the truth, if someone comes to kick the mountain gate and wants to fight with the abbot, he must pass three levels."

"Which three levels?"

Lin Yang asked in a deep voice.

"The first level, defeat the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin.

The second level is to defeat a master of Prajna Hall.

In the third level, he competed with a monk from the Dharma Academy.

Only when any challenger passes these three levels can he be qualified to fight with the abbot!"

Master Juehui said proudly.

There was another scolding from the opposite side, and Linghu Ye frowned and said, "It's really a ghost. I'm afraid I'll be exhausted even if I pass these three levels. How can I fight with the abbot? Who came up with the bad idea?"

Li Zuole curled his lips and said, "Do you still need to ask? Of course it was the command of the Shaolin abbot. He didn't dare to come out to respond, so he made it through three levels, which was simply outrageous."

Master Juehui said angrily: "This is a rule that has been passed down for hundreds of years. What's wrong with it? Otherwise, Shaolin is famous and many challengers will come one after another. The abbot will take action personally. There is no need to do anything else. You can only deal with those guys who are ignorant of the world every day. Wouldn't you be so annoyed?"

Everyone wanted to argue with it, but Lin Yang stopped it and said calmly: "Since it is the rule set by others, let's get it done. I am willing to pass the three levels, so hurry up and start."

Master Juehui said with a stern face: "Okay, since you want to ask for trouble, Shaolin has helped you. Wait for a moment and we will prepare."

Lin Yang nodded, "Okay, I'm just waiting."

After a while, eighteen monks rushed out of the temple, all naked, covered with brown oil paint, as if they were real bronze men. They came to the mountain gate and shouted in unison, "Hi..." All eighteen bronze men held cooked copper sticks and posed in various shapes. Their bodies shone brightly in the sun, looking very imposing, like an arhat in the world.

These are all the elite disciples of Shaolin, at least at the level of Martial Emperor or above. The leader is the monk, who once fought with Lin Yang at the martial arts conference and represented Shaolin in a battle.

At that time, because the monk was the middle-level Wu Huang, he was already a very powerful figure among the younger generation. However, when he met Lin Yang, he was defeated and failed to win the world.

After returning, Monk Leyin practiced hard and became more and more important to Shaolin. He did not hesitate to provide him with abundant resources and even made rapid progress in the country. He has been promoted several levels over the past year and is now at the peak of the Martial Emperor's High Level and a top disciple of Shaolin.

As the leader of the eighteen bronze men, Monk Leyin stood in front, majestic, and saw his former opponent again, his eyes flashed with anger and shouted: "Lin Yang, you bold madman, dare to trek into Shaolin. If you want to do evil, you cannot forgive me."

As soon as he said that, Lin Yang recognized the other party and sneered: "Who did you think it was? It was originally the defeated general who came out.

What can you do to be arrogant? In the Youth Talent Competition, I was able to beat you up, and it is the same now. Let’s see how I deal with you.”

Seeing this boy's arrogant style again, contempt appeared in the eyes of the eighteen Shaolin disciples, thinking that they were simply looking for a beating. No matter how good they were in martial arts, they all practiced the Golden Bell Cover Kung Fu, they were almost invulnerable to swords and guns, and they cooperated with tacit understanding. Even a generation of masters at the level of the Wuzong or above would not have a good end as long as they entered the formation.

The blue veins on the monk Leyin's neck roared wildly: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and show off your weapons and let the horse come over, so that you will be beaten up miserably."

Seeing that the eighteen bronze men were holding heavy sticks, they were obviously well-trained, forming a formation posture, and were famous, and it was said to have the power that gods and ghosts could not stop, Lin Yang naturally could not be careless and was ready to face the battle.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the mace."

The leader of the Phoenix Palace came forward and handed over a heavy mace. It was shaped like a baseball bat, made of stainless steel, covered with spikes and weighed more than a hundred kilograms.

Such weight is really unbearable for ordinary masters, but for Lin Yang, it is a pediatrician. He waved it in his hand twice and then shouted, "I'm here, see what I'm going to do!"

Like a wild horse that broke free, Lin Yang rushed forward and came in full force.

Leyin monk and others suddenly dispersed, and they wanted to let their opponents enter the formation and attack them in groups, which would work.

However, Lin Yang's cunning was far beyond their imagination. He used the Lingbo flying step and changed direction in an instant, running towards the bronze man on the west side, swung his mace and smashed it hard. The wind whistled and his strength was extremely fierce.

The bronze man was shocked, fear appeared in his eyes, and he hurriedly raised the mature copper stick to resist, and shouted in his heart. After all, the formation was practiced very skillfully on weekdays, and it moved his whole body with one move. The brothers and brothers must have attacked the other party, as long as he could protect himself.

As expected, the two bronze men closest to each other roared and said, "Don't be arrogant," rushed forward with a quick step, waving a long stick and smashing it hard towards Lin Yang, with the momentum of opening the monument and cracking the stone.

After all, they are all at the level of Martial Emperor and their attack power is very strong! However, when they met Lin Yang at the peak level, how could it be easy to succeed? Especially this guy has experienced many battles and is cunning. Zuo Shuo waved his sword suddenly, and the dazzling golden sharp edge roared out, which was the powerful Golden Dragon Fist.

"Sure!"

"Pengpeng! As the sound came out, the cooked copper stick held by the bronze man in front was bent by a mace. The powerful force caused his tiger's mouth to bleed, and he could no longer hold it. The long stick fell down and he sat on the ground with a look of horror on his face.
Chapter completed!