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At this time, the moment the old woman turned around, a steel needle shot at Chen Yiming's invisible position.

Whoosh!

The steel needle is covered with a layer of helical airflow. This airflow is transformed by internal strength, allowing the steel needle to fly faster than the speed of sound without any attenuation along the way.

Obviously, the old woman is in the second stage of the Warrior Realm, not an ordinary Warrior Realm.

Seeing this, Chen Yiming dissipated the inner strength of the black mist, and with a flick of his body, he easily dodged the steel needle and remained in the original position.

The old man and the old woman showed a hint of surprise, and stopped thinking about continuing to do it.

After probing with the steel needle, I understood that the two sides are at the same level, so there is no need to start a fearless fight.

"You two old people, what's the situation on the island now." Chen Yiming asked directly. He did not hide at all that he had just arrived this time.

And the immaturity in his voice revealed his age.

"Young man, you have good strength." The old man smiled.

The old woman next to her said with a cold face: "You alone? Hurry up and go back to your elders, this is not the place you should come."

She was extremely dissatisfied with the steel needle that the masked man avoided her in place, that understated movement, as if the steel needle did not pose a threat.

Chen Yiming heard the words, and asked again: "There are only three people on the island, so many of you, what are you afraid of?"

His words were simple and direct, like a knife.

Not only did the old man and the old woman feel uncomfortable when they heard it, but people from the other two factions on the water who were close to the old man and the old woman glared at the masked man's position after hearing it.

Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, but you can talk big but you are a dwarf in action.

Here's what they think of the Masked Man.

"Boy, don't speak nicely. If you have the guts, you should act first." The old woman said coldly.

If it wasn't for her strength, she really wanted to hang up and beat this young man who owed a beating and didn't dare to show his true colors.

"Young people, you must know how to respect the elderly." The old man no longer had a smile on his face, and taught.

"Sure enough, stubbornness has a lot to do with age."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yiming stepped across the water surface of tens of meters, and came to the side who had glared at him just now.

These are two sturdy monks in monk robes with shiny bald heads.

One of them was holding a Zen stick, the other was holding a Jiedao. His body was muscular and his face was distorted and violent. He was staring at Chen Yiming angrily.

"Monk, practicing martial arts consumes a lot of energy. What do you use instead of exotic animal meat?" Chen Yiming suddenly thought of this question and asked curiously.

"Boy, you are courting death."

The two monks raised their weapons and roared angrily.

With a ferocious look on his face, he might not be able to resist at any time.

"So it's not a serious monk." Chen Yiming commented a lot on the strong figures of the two.

In his mind, the main job of a regular monk should be to study Buddhism, and martial arts can only be a minor.

And the two monks would fight if they disagreed, which was not at all what an eminent monk should look like in his heart, and they were obviously on the wrong path.

The voice fell.

"Die!"

The monk holding the Zen staff exploded under his feet, and his figure disappeared in an instant before the masked man.

Dazzling golden light bloomed from the Zen staff, and then turned into half a Buddha body. The Buddha had six hands, six palms emitting this golden light, and followed the Zen staff to hit the masked man.

For a short moment, it seemed as if he was facing seven attacks at the same time.

"Is this Buddhist martial arts?" Chen Yiming asked in surprise, taking advantage of the gap before the attack.

Deliberately try to see if there is any difference in Buddhist martial arts.

He punched him head-on, and his fist carried a huge amount of internal energy.

Boom!

A wave of air swept across the lake, making the water rattle.

Immediately afterwards, a large splash of water exploded on the spot, covering the figures of the two.

The movement here attracted the attention of the three heads of the Kunshan School, and everyone looked in the direction of the masked man and monk.

"ah!"

A scream came out.

The monk holding the Zen stick broke into several pieces, his hands were bleeding, and the whole person flew back at a faster speed.

"Besides the appearance is a bit bluffing, there is no difference compared with other martial arts."

Chen Yiming's comments echoed across the East River and Lake.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, there was another collision sound.

The monk holding the saber was stunned for a moment by his companion's fiasco, and was hit by the monk who was flying backwards.

The two flew across the lake, until they slid nearly ten meters on a high soil slope on the island in the middle of the lake, before stopping. The soil slope was plowed into a long pit by the two of them.

"this……"

The old man and old woman not far away swallowed their phlegm.

Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I still thought it was dazzled.

In the impression of the two, when they encircled and suppressed the three heads of the Kunshan School, the two monks not only cooperated extremely skillfully, but also had good strength in the second stage of the Warrior Realm.

The two teamed up and beat a head of the Kunshan School until he could only keep dodging.

However, now, it seems that he was regarded as a martial artist with a lower realm, and he was easily defeated.

At the same time, not only the old man and the old woman, but also other people's jaws were about to drop from shock.

I suspected in my heart that the slightly immature voice of the masked man was pretending, and I was probably an old monster in the third stage of the Warrior Realm.

On the rooftop of the Huxin Island Hotel.

Seeing this, the three chiefs of the Kunshan School were inexplicably dripping with cold sweat on their foreheads.

Especially Cheng Shikun, he was the head of the hospital who was beaten by two monks and kept avoiding him.

No one knew better than him the combat power of the two monks. One-on-one might be weaker than him, but the combination of the two must not be underestimated.

Chen Yiming flickered, returned to the old man and old woman, and asked, "Which head of the Kunshan School is that porcelain bowl now?"

His voice was not amplified deliberately with internal strength techniques, but the effect was not diminished at all, and everyone could hear every word clearly.

With the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole following behind, a bad feeling came over everyone.

This was planned by Chen Yiming. All the forces participating in the encirclement and suppression had already appeared at this time, so it was just right for him to take action at this time.

Because if he took action to snatch it from the beginning, the forces that came one after another might not understand the situation, so he had no choice but to take action to kill.

And the second stage of Warrior Realm can be regarded as the backbone of the province's top-level combat power, and if too many fall at one time, it will inevitably be traced to the end.

He didn't need to get into this trouble at all.

The faces of the old man and the old woman were pale, and they didn't look like they were relying on the old to sell the old.

Especially the old woman, for fear that the previous conflict between the two would be used as an excuse by the masked man.

"On Cheng Shikun of the Kunshan School."

Without pausing, the old woman pointed to one of the three chiefs on the roof.

Chen Yiming glanced towards the rooftop, and noted the person pointed by the old woman.

In the next moment, his figure flashed, and he came to the rooftop in three steps.

An invisible pressure, like a huge wave from a tsunami, squeezed towards the three heads of the Kunshan School.

The expressions of the three chiefs of the Kunshan School changed drastically and they looked at each other.

Without saying a word, Shi Qingxin and Xu Zhansheng simply turned their heads in other directions, completely leaving the decision to Cheng Shikun.

Seeing this, Cheng Shikun secretly cursed himself for being unlucky.

If he handed over the porcelain bowl, not only would he be responsible for the failure of this operation when he returned to the door, but he would also be ridiculed by the other heads of the hospital.

And if he didn't hand in, he didn't have the confidence to stop the masked man for a round. The monk who was defeated by a blow just now was an example.

In addition, even if the porcelain bowl was brought back to the sect, he would not own it alone, but would hand it over to the sect master.

In this way, there is no need to think about the porcelain bowl.

So, Cheng Shikun showed a miserable smile on his face, and he wanted to take out the porcelain bowl.