First update.

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Copper Lane returned to peace again.

The eighteen bronze men stood in the darkness, even their breathing seemed to disappear, their bodies were motionless like rocks, and their eyes were firmly locked in the broken wall holes.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound in the dark hole, filled with an unspeakable silence.

Could it be that the stubborn person was killed by a punch?

In the dull quiet room, there was a sound suddenly. The bronze man who had previously punched the body moved and took a step forward.

Dong!

His footsteps fell on the stone ground, making a crisp sound like a metal hit, extremely strange.

As the bronze man started, the other seventeen bronze men moved closely, taking a step, and still maintaining an equal distance between them, not more than one point, not less than a point.

These eighteen people seem to have really trained themselves into a very meticulous steel machine that will not make any mistakes, without distinction between them and one heart.

The bronze man arrived at the wall hole in a few steps and looked inward through the broken hole. At this moment, a crisp "click" sound came from behind the wall, and then cracks bloomed on the wall.

Boom!

The entire quiet room suddenly seemed to be bombarded by thunder, and it trembled violently for a moment. Then a large area of ​​cracks appeared on the wall, and the spider-web-like cracks spread out in an instant.

The next moment.

The wall seemed to be hit by a fast charge of gold and iron chariot, and suddenly shattered into large pieces, wrapped in huge impact forces, and tumbling at the Eighteen Bronze Man.

A sudden change occurred. Even though the eighteen bronze men were all good at it, they didn't have time to react at the first time. The bronze man who was the first to be hit hard in the chest by a large wall brick, and his mouth was sprayed with blood and his whole body flew backwards.

The other bronze men had never suffered such an attack before, and were in a hurry, either evading or striving to crush the stones they smashed.

The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation was broken in an instant.

The most difficult thing about the Eighteen Bronze Man is that after forming a formation, it is integrated and the strength of the Eighteen Man is like an arm to use his fingers, which is enough to fight against any master in the world.

If Song Mingjing had enough time, he might try to break through the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation head-on.

But he had heard the sound of bells coming from the temple, and knew that his infiltration had been discovered. He used his breath to lure the eighteen bronze men to come and observe. He then smashed the wall with his palms and disrupted the bronze men formation with the most fierce and fierce means.

As soon as the bronze man formation was broken, Song Mingjing stomped his feet suddenly, raised his body and rushed to the beam of the room.

Swish!

The long sword was unsheathed, and he slashed his body quickly. He heard a sharp burst of "crackling" sound, and all the beams and wooden pillars of the house were cut off by him.

The sword light rushed up, and another roar was heard, lifting the roof directly. Song Ming's mirror man followed the sword and jumped out.

Crazy! Crazy!

The broken wood and stones, large tiles and tiles collapsed like waterfalls, and the smoke and dust spread, covering the eighteen bronze men below almost instantly.

The skylight shone through the broken roof and fell.

Just as a person suddenly feels uncomfortable in the darkness, the Eighteen Bronze Men are in the dark room for many years and are suddenly exposed to the sky light. Even if the light is soft and warm, their eyes seem to be pricked and it is difficult to open for a moment.

The situation reversed, and Song Mingjing flew down, swept the eighteen bronze men.

But he had no intention of killing people, so he changed the blade to the spine and hit the hands and feet of the Eighteen Bronze Man.

After all, they are not really steel and iron. In this moment, their energy movements are blocked. In a blink of an eye, Song Mingjing was smashed to the ground and fell to the ground.

Song Mingjing jumped up again and rushed towards the central area of ​​Tongren Lane.

A moment later, he entered a Buddhist temple in the center. The entire temple was full of candles and a large clay Buddha sitting cross-legged with his eyebrows and eyes hanging down, overlooking the world.

There is a wooden box in front of the Buddha's silhouette, and there is a book with yellowed pages in it. Song Mingjing glanced at him and the four words "Yi Jin Secret Version" came into his eyes.

When he saw the target, he did not waste any time. He reached out to take out the booklet and started to flip it.

Song Mingjing's eyes were shiny, staring at the book without a moment, and the pages were quickly rolled up, and he could see through it in a while.

The clothes broke and the sound of the wind came over the sky.

Song Mingjing frowned, then stretched out and put the "Yijin Secret Book" into his robe sleeve.

"Amitabha!"

A loud Buddha's chant sounded in the Buddhist hall. Under the infusion of true energy, it was like a morning bell and evening drum, trembling in the heart, and trying to awaken the lost people in the world.

Song Mingjing was not guilty of being caught in the hall. He turned around slowly and saw an old monk with a gray beard standing in the hall, his hands folded and his eyes were calm.

There was also a moon-white robe standing next to the old monk, a girl in her fifties and sixties, looking at Song Mingjing with a look of surprise.

Song Mingjing glanced at the two of them and smiled and said, "But Zen Master Zhishan and Master Wumei are in front of you. The two are masters in the martial arts world. Song has been famous for a long time!"

"The master dares not be a wise man, but my monk's Dharma name is the ultimate good."

Zen Master Zhishan's eyes were focused on Song Ming's mirror sleeve robe, stretched out his hand to guide him, and sighed: "Where do you come from and where do you go back to me, I hope that the lay Buddhist will return the secret book of this temple to the original position."

"Where comes from and where to go?"

Song Mingjing chewed this sentence and smiled and said, "If I return the secret book, can I leave?"

Zen Master Zhishan clasped his hands and said, "This temple does not dare to detain lay Buddhists, but the lay Buddhists make a big fuss in Shaolin. We always need to give our temple an explanation. Moreover, the lay Buddhist killed Li Bashan's junior brother and made trouble for me in Shaolin in the future. If there is no lay Buddhist present, I am afraid that this temple will not be able to explain clearly."

Thinking of Li Bashan's body and head, Zhishan sighed again: "So, I asked the lay Buddhist to temporarily stay in the temple, and I would like to say everything when the white eyebrows come."

This is to imprison Song Mingjing, give Wudang an explanation, or hand it over to Wudang for disposal.

Song Mingjing was not angry either.

As the abbot of Shaolin, Zhishan's approach is not an exaggeration.

Song Mingjing smiled, changed his subject and said, "Zen Master Xingyin is a strange man in the martial arts world. It is said that his martial arts are superb, and I have admired them for a long time. Master Zhishan and Master Wumei, both of them are great disciples of Zen Master Xingyin. Can you tell where the respected teacher is?"

Zen Master Zhishan and Wumei were all stunned. Unexpectedly, Song Mingjing ignored the rest and asked their master, Zen Master Xingyin.

Zen Master Zhishan was stunned and said, "Master traveled all over the world, and the dragon saw his head but not his tail. I don't know his whereabouts. I don't know what the layman asked about my master's intention?"

Song Mingjing sighed and said with a little regret: "It's a pity that I can't see Zen Master Xingyin's martial arts, but that's fine! The two are also the few masters in the martial arts world. Since we met today, how could Song not ask for advice?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Mingjing reached out and grabbed the square table weighing hundreds of kilograms in front of the Buddha's niche was picked up by him. The incense burner, incense candle, and tributes on it were all over the place.
Chapter completed!