Retreat in the face is not Fang Jie's style. For him, challenging the Eighteen Arhat Formation is actually a must, so there is nothing to hesitate. The key now is to come up with a complete way to open up the Eighteen Arhat Formation to obtain the qualification to enter the Sutra Pavilion.

Comparing the strength of both sides, I won’t talk about martial arts skills. Fang Jie is still very confident in this regard, so the key is the issue of internal strength limit.

Fang Jie, who had seen the Eighteen Arhat Formation, naturally knew that the defense power of this formation was extremely strong. When using the Golden Net to destroy the body magic skill, the members of the formation will not suffer substantial damage before the internal strength is exhausted. In addition, the linkage mechanism of the Arhat's Demon-Subduing Divine Art, the upper limit of the Eighteen Arhats is shared. In other words, if you want to break the formation, you can only completely break the Eighteen Arhat Formation by destroying all the internal strength of the Eighteen Arhats.

Taking the death of the Yijin Jing magic technique as a reference, the upper limit of any elder of the Duzi generation is at least 500,000 points, and the eighteen Arhats add up to nine million points of internal strength. This is just a conservative estimate. It is not uncommon for the actual total upper limit of internal strength to exceed 10 million. On the other hand, even if there is the bonus of Star Absorbing **, the upper limit of internal strength is only more than 2 million, and the strength of internal strength is completely unrepresented. If the other party adopts the consumption tactic, it is absolutely impossible for him to pass the level smoothly.

Of course, in the actual fight, the strength of both sides cannot be measured by simple addition and subtraction of numerical values, because generally speaking, the ratio of the internal force consumed by the attack skill to the damage it causes to the opponent is about 3 to : : , qiyou. In other words, if you adopt the tactic of active attack, Fang Jie still has a chance of winning. The specific situation depends on the variables generated on the spot.

Thinking of this, Fang Jie had some plans in his mind and smiled and said, "If you have the chance, I want to explore the Eighteen Arhat Formation of Shaolin. But now, I'd better finish the training tasks first and learn all the martial arts I can learn."

After hearing this, a hint of undetectable sneer appeared on Du Ji's face, but Du Chan couldn't help frowning. Obviously, compared to Du Ji, Du Chan had a deeper understanding of Fang Jie. Since Fang Jie had this thought and made a clear statement, it means that this plague god might have a certain degree of confidence. However, Du Chan thought about it and calculated it over and over again, and really couldn't figure out where Fang Jie's confidence came from.

Next, the three people with their own thoughts were speechless. When they arrived at the Heavenly King Hall, Du Chan said, "This is the Heavenly King Hall. We have been here before." Speaking of this, he pointed to a monk Yang sitting in the center of the hall and said, "That is Zen Master Daoguo. He has a unique skill to hold a stone palm, which is not a profound palm technique. Don't you have a handwriting on the abbot? If you are interested, you can learn this martial arts.

With such general martial arts or puzzles, Du Chan naturally knows everything. After all, even if he doesn't say it, Fang Jie will not miss it, so there is nothing to hide.

Fang Jie nodded, walked towards Zen Master Daoguo, and looked around. He saw that the hall was filled with cigarettes, the curtain horn, and the incense was much more prosperous than the small gate hall. In front of him was a big belly. Maitreya Buddha, who seemed to always be smiling. The four heavenly kings were arranged on both sides, holding "good weather." The incense tables on both sides were filled with fruits and vegetables in the four seasons. Wei Tuo stood behind Maitreya, and he was young and handsome, majestic. He clasped his hands together and placed the vajra horizontally on his wrist.

"Amitabha!" I felt someone approaching. Zen Master Daoguo opened his eyes and looked at Fang Jie. He called the Buddha's name and said, "Is this Donor Fang?"

"It's right!" Fang Jie hugged his fists, took out the abbot's handwriting and handed it to Zen Master Daoguo and said, "I heard that Zen Master Daoguo is possessed by a martial art called Stone Palm, and I hope he will give me some advice."

"Um." Zen Master Daoguo glanced at the handwriting and said expressionlessly: "Since it is the abbot's handwriting, I should follow it.

After saying that, Zen Master Daoguo raised his hand and slapped the void beside Fang Jie, then quickly put his fingers in and held it tightly. Fang Jie subconsciously turned his head and took a look. Before he could see the situation clearly, he heard a crackling sound. He quickly looked at it, but there was no effect except for a small ball of space in the void that seemed to be a little distorted.

While I was wondering, a system prompt came from my ears: You have learned to hold the stone palm and deduct 100,000 sect contributions!

Fang Jie couldn't help but be a little stunned and thought to himself that this is the so-called unique skill? Is it a waste of martial arts to make a contribution of 100,000 points?

At the same time, the Zen Master Daoguo who had already stopped the attack sighed slightly and said, "Shame! This stone palm is just a creation of me, and it has not been able to be improved, so I only have a slight success. If I want to practice it to great success, the donor must practice it diligently. According to me, if this palm technique is great, it is no problem to explode in the air!"

"Damn, I'm a little successful? It turns out that I can only practice the skills of level 300 and a half," Fang Jie, who felt a little deceived, rolled his eyes. It seems that this Zen master with the name of the Tao is indeed limited in ability. But when I think about it, flies are also flesh. It's not in vain to increase some acquired arm strength bonus.

After saying goodbye to Zen Master Daoguo. Fang Jie, accompanied by Du Chan and Du Ji, came to the square in front of the temple again. Without a word, he almost walked around the side halls on both sides of the east and west, but he did not get any oil. It seems that Du Chan did not tell any lies before.

When they headed north again, at the suggestion of Tuduchan, who was familiar with Shaolin Temple, the group did not return the same way, but went straight through the side corridor next to the east side hall.

There are many side corridors like this in Shaolin Temple. The colorful beams and painted roofs in the corridor are also painted with colorful paints. Each painting seems to be a touching Buddhist scripture story. When halfway through, a long corridor appeared on the east side of the side corridor. Looking around, there is a seven-story pagoda at the end of the corridor. What surprised Fang Jie was that with the sound of bells, people kept jumping from the top of the tower like dumplings.

"Jumping on the tower? Playing suicide?" Fang Jie couldn't help but look at Du Chan, trying to find the answer from the other party.

"Che Duchan coughed dryly and pointed to the pagoda and said, "I said before that Shaolin Temple has a second floor, which is the bell tower on one of the second floors. Shaolin players can practice body skills by jumping off the building without consuming potential points. If you jump off the building with the bell, it can improve the efficiency of body skills and increase the proficiency of internal skills, which is one of the welfare settings of Shaolin Temple.

"How efficient is the practice of body skills like this? Fang Jie was a little confused, "It is impossible to practice higher than entering into meditation, right?"

"Of course, I didn't use my potential to level up quickly. But it wasn't too slow." Du Chan shook his head and said, "Shaolin Temple is relatively closed. Before I got the qualification to leave the temple, the channels for earning potential were very limited, so I could only practice like this. Even now, I can only take turns to form groups to go to the maze copy to try my potential. The rest of the people can only practice hard here.

"Not that," Fang Jie felt that the efficiency of jumping off the building to practice light skills and internal skills was too low. It was simply incredible. "The potential was not valuable before, so wouldn't it be faster to spend some money to buy potential?"

Du Chan gave Fang Jie an unreasonable look: "You think that our Shaolin Temple players are all rich people! As the saying goes, there will be gains and losses. Among all the sects in the world, our Shaolin Temple players are the poorest. They cannot kill people or steal. They cannot go out of the temple in the early stage. They have no extra money to make money. They can only earn some copper coins by doing the task of chopping firewood and diving in the temple. They are not even enough to repair weapons. If not, how could I, Shaolin Temple, gather the power of the entire temple to dominate the world and dominate the bronze man's lane? Why do you do special brigade rental business? This is because you are forced to do nothing."

After hearing these words, Fang Jie couldn't help but smirk with gloating: "It seems that your Shaolin Temple is a bright appearance, but you are strong on the outside and do it! Such a grand sect base and such a powerful disciple. But he is so poor that he is not even as good as a Beggars' Sect!"

"Then you're a big mistake." Du Ji, who had not said anything, couldn't help but interrupt, "Don't look at the disciples of the Beggar Gang who were dressed in tatters all day long, and they could sleep and level up with a broken straw mat. In fact, if you want to talk about the richest sect in the world, the Beggar Gang is the Beggar Gang! They have begging skills and steal skills. They can get dozens of taels of silver by just a little round on the street. How can our Shaolin Temple compete with them?"

"That's why Fang Jie, who had been in the Beggars' Sect for a while, couldn't help but touch his nose, which was accustomed to Du Ji's statement. But he was thinking in his heart that Shaolin Temple should have these constraints. Otherwise, it would be the only one to dominate, which is also a balanced method of the game system."

While thinking about this, Fang Jie walked towards the bell tower. Since he had passed by here, he naturally had to go there.

After I came to the bell tower and looked at it, I saw that the bell tower was a brick-and-wood pagoda. The tower was seven stories high, with the tower body in an octagonal shape, with flying eaves and feathers. A string of small copper bells were hung on the corners of the eaves, which jingled with the wind. The hollow carvings on the wall of the tower were painted with countless Buddhas, each with its shape. An arched small wooden door was opened at the entrance of the bottom of the tower, and the sides of the door leaf were painted with colorful paint, which depicted the situation when Shi Zu preached to the Buddhas of the heavens in Lingshan.

Entering the tower, Fang Jie found that it turned out to be a copy of it. A ray of sunlight shone in from the gaps in the flower tiles on the wall, casting a unique brilliance on the blue bricks, like a chessboard. Looking up, the long wooden staircase coiled upwards, as if it was endless. Each floor was laid with solid wooden floors, and four large windows were opened on the octagonal wall. From the window holes, the walls were also extremely thick. Looking out from here, you can see the small garden surrounding the tower and the bamboo forest in the north, and the fragrance of bamboo leaves drifted in the wind.

As we reached the top of the bell tower, we saw the big bell and a giant pestle hanging in the air. Looking closely at the big bell, it was about two feet high. The diameter was about 2 feet. The bell body seemed to be cast from bronze, and it was covered with dense ancient seal scripts. It was estimated to weigh more than a few thousand kilograms. The giant pestle was thick enough to be hugged. It was a squat with a squat, and it was wrapped in thick skin on the end, facing the waist of the bell. Even though the mountain wind was blowing, no one could help but want to hit the bell to try.

, Ten thousand

Seeing this, Fang Jie concentrated slightly and stimulated his internal strength to the greatest extent like a prank. He slapped the huge pestle with one move with both palms and slapped the huge pestle with a sudden move!

"Buzz!"

A loud noise suddenly appeared on the top of the tower, and the entire Shaolin Temple base was trembling. The magnificent bell sounded with invisible ripples of true energy quickly rippled around. After the Shaolin players who jumped out of the bell tower copy were swept by the ripples, they immediately burst into blood and fell from the air in a daze.

"I'm paralyzed, can this kid want to slaughter the temple?" Under the bell tower, Du Ji raised his neck with a slight trembling body and cursed with gritting his teeth.

At this moment, a group of monk soldiers who came out from somewhere quickly surrounded Du Ji: "Amitabha! The elder Du Ji, who committed the precept of lies and anger, was punished with both sins and was sent to the monk's prison for fifteen days! If you dare to disobey, clear out the temple."

Looking at Du Ji who was taken away by the monks, Fang Jie, who was treacherously, couldn't help but blink twice and said to himself: "If you don't have Du Ji, it's not worth worrying about Shaolin's Eighteen Arhat Formation, right? If you want to know what happens next, please visit 6. The chapters of Shit and Fear are more, support it.
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