Chapter 361 Wu Gu (Class)

Xiaojun frowned slightly. Just then, Fu Lin and Ahu behind him also chased after him. Fu Lin looked at Xiaojun apologetically, stopped Uncle Hong and said, "Uncle Hong, Mr. Zuo went up the mountain to pay homage today, so we should not affect him."

Xiaojun looked at Fu Lin and felt very unhappy. If he wanted to stop him, how could Uncle Hong appear in front of him for the second time? Okay, since you want to see it, I will let you watch it well.

"Come on." Xiaojun's sudden speech made Uncle Hong look happy. Similarly, the joy in Fu Lin's eyes flashed and Ahu's expression also focused. When we met at night, we had no chance to test this Shura because there was the arrogant girl by his side. The young master and Zuo Haojun actually said that they were not the same girl's opponent, which made Ahu very dissatisfied. Today, there was finally a master like Uncle Hong to test his bottom.

Fu Lin did not say anything to dissuade him anymore, and took two steps back and left the space for Xiaojun and Uncle Hong.

"Hmph!" Xiaojun pushed the ground with his left foot, without any fancy moves or extra words, rushed to Uncle Hong in two big steps, raised his right leg, whipped his leg, and 'sworn' over, as fast as lightning, as fast as the wind, making Uncle Hong unable to flash. If he dodged, then the attacks from mercury pouring out of the ground would follow one after another.

Luck, gather strength, lifted his rock-solid arm, and used steel-like iron claws to collide with Xiaojun's legs. This is also Uncle Hong's favorite fighting method. Men's bloody confrontation is real.

"Bang!" With a step, Uncle Hong took a step back, his face full of surprise. His raised arm seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer. The numbness came, and the pain had not yet come. Xiaojun's right leg of his pants, which was broken by his claws, did not fall to the ground. He used the force to hit the force, and the second attack came again.

There is no other way to attack, all of them are this leg. Xiaojun kept kicking sideways, one leg was as fast as one leg, and one leg was as heavy as one leg. Uncle Hong did not give him any chance to react, and he could only defend passively. He lost the first move that he wanted to test, and he would no longer have the chance to adjust his state and could only be hit by Xiaojun continuously.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!" A series of dazzling legs were in contact with various defensive parts of Uncle Hong's body. The collision between the muscles caused a violent sound.

The monks of Shaolin Temple who had passed by and the monks who were already around them were attracted by the lightning-like fight. The monks of Shaolin Temple who advocated the fierceness were much more interested in this head-on confrontation than in ordinary competitions, and they focused on the small set.

After that, Fu Lin already knew the result. Uncle Hong’s initial “carelessness” cannot be said to be careless. It can only be said that this is the fighting method that Uncle Hong likes, but he didn’t expect that some thin little army would choose such a fierce way to fight him, and both strength and speed were better than Uncle Hong, which caught him off guard.

A painful expression flashed on Uncle Hong's face. It could be seen that his ability to withstand this series of attacks had reached its limit. On the other hand, Xiaojun's face was calm, as if this series of high-intensity attacks had not had any impact on him. The offensive became more and more fierce and faster and faster.

Fu Lin gave Ahu beside him a wink, saying that he could not continue like this. If he continues like this, Uncle Hong will definitely be injured, and it would be more than worth the loss.

"Mr. Zuo, show mercy!" Fu Lin shouted, and at the same time, Ah Hu also inserted into the battle group, wanting to separate the two of them tightly pressed together. There was only a little gap, so Uncle Hong could break away from this passive defense and had a chance to stop.

Xiaojun glanced at Ah Hu with his own light and said in his heart that my interest was aroused. Is it the end you want? You have ruined your mood to visit the teacher. If you don’t teach this old man a lesson, he always acts like a martial arts ill man.

Ahu punched straight and hit the small army's attack point. He either retreated to defend or lost balance while attacking, and was easily hit by Ahu.

snort!

Xiaojun's body disproportionately twisted, his right leg was still pressing against Uncle Hong. With the rebound force of the attack, his body turned around and his left fist instantly moved enough strength to face the fist that Ah Hu attacked.

Bang!!

A more violent sound came, and Ah Hu took two steps back, a look of pain flashed across his face, and his left fist and left arm were trembling.

The fight between fists and fists made Xiaojun borrow the force again, from borrowing Uncle Hong's power to counterattack Ah Hu, and now borrowing Ah Hu's power to carry out a final blow to Uncle Hong. After all, the relationship between the two is still friendly, and there is no need to cause any friction because of this small matter.

The last attack, the last whip leg, plus the pressure from top to bottom that leverages the force to leverage the air, and Xiaojun also used some serious force for this last leg.

On the right side of the calf, from top to bottom, he collided with Uncle Hong's raised arms again.

Bang!! Kneeling on the ground with one leg, dislocating the right arm, and holding the left hand, Uncle Hong's facial muscles twisted.

Xiaojun did not pursue him anymore, not only because Fu Lin had already stood up, but more because it was boring. Uncle Hong, a man who thought he was a martial arts maniac and strong, in Xiaojun's eyes, was just a warrior, not a real weapon. If you want, Xiaojun could definitely kill Uncle Hong perfectly within three moves.

Ah Hu shook his left fist, and the numb and painful feeling had disappeared. At Fu Lin's instructions, he walked forward, helped Uncle Hong up, and touched his right arm. Fortunately, the bone was not damaged much, but was just dislocated.

"Uncle Hong, bear it!" After Ah Hu said that, he used force to connect Uncle Hong's dislocated arm.

"Mr. Zuo, thank you for showing mercy. Today you are not in a good mood. If you have the chance another day, I will invite you to drink. Let's say goodbye first!" Fu Lin nodded to Xiaojun, gave Ah Hu a wink, helped Uncle Hong and left quickly.

"I'm a man who is the first to Banban. If he hadn't been taken by him, how could I be beaten like this by such a young boy? I'll have to look for him in the future, hum!" Uncle Hong is a martial arts practitioner after all. Although his arms still hurt, it no longer affects his thinking. Looking back on the competition just now, he was unconvinced.

Fu Lin glanced at Uncle Hong and sighed in his heart. This old-fashioned and competitive person is naturally much higher than Uncle Hong and Ah Hu. From beginning to end, he believes that Xiaojun has not used his true strength at all. How could a man who came out of the killing field attack be so monotonous? Many opportunities are placed in front of him. He has not changed other attack methods, proving that he did not take the competition with Uncle Hong seriously.

After Ah Hu stepped forward and attacked him, he saw that Xiaojun had used some force and the tip of the man's iceberg. He believed that when he called for a stop, he was fully capable of stopping the attack, but he did not. It was not until the end that he let Uncle Hong go, otherwise Uncle Hong's arm would be the most damaged one, and it would never be a simple dislocation to pass the test.

Strong, really strong, I am not his opponent, Fu Lin sighed in his heart. If his physical condition could be better, the things in the sect and his tolerance might not be like this now. It is because of his body, although he has already practiced his own abilities to the extreme, his body that may fall down at any time is still not favored by some people in the sect. Such a large organization in Qingmen has many regulations to restrict the election of leaders. There is an unwritten rule, and try to elect leaders as little as possible. This also has another meaning, that is, as a leader, you must have the capital to live longer.

Xiaojun walked out of the inner courtyard with a refreshed nerve, amid the praise of the monks in the inner courtyard of the temple. His originally sad emotions were also vented. I have to say that Uncle Hong is really resistant to beating.

Xiaoyu and his group had been waiting in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, looking for a shaded place, waiting for Xiaojun. When they saw Xiaojun's pants breaking legs, they walked out of the temple gate. The group surrounded him and asked how Xiaojun's pants were made.

"Haha, it's okay, exercise, exercise, have free sparring, and don't exercise your hands and feet." Xiaojun pulled up and squatted on the ground, lifted up his trouser legs, and checked whether he was injured, saying that he was fine.

Shuang'er pulled Xiaojun and asked in a low voice: "Is it that Fu Lin? I just saw the bodyguard beside him supporting an old man out, and both of them seemed to be a little injured."
Chapter completed!