Chapter 1967 (1/2)

Qi Kunlun, like a tank, ran into a group of stick monks. They had long sticks and couldn't stop them!

He ran into the crowd, like a tiger into a sheep, and knocked the stick monks who formed the battle line flying out in all directions.

At the same time, he reached out and picked it in the air, grabbed a long stick, shook his wrist and said, ”let go!”

The stick monk only felt that the stick was turning violently in his palm. He couldn't hold it at once, so Qi Kunlun took it.

Qi Kunlun snatched the stick and raised his hand, which was a ”big gun nodding” and pricked out. With a bang, the stick monk fell on his back and fainted on the spot.

After a man was knocked down by a stick, he did not stop. The three meter long stick was like a light toy in his hand. With the stick as a gun, it was pointed, stabbed or picked, and several stick monks were knocked to the ground.

In a moment, the eighteen stick monks' array, which has been handed down for thousands of years in Bodhi temple, was broken by him. One by one, the stick monks lay on the ground, either fainted or howled. In any case, there was no one who could get up.

Qi Kunlun snorted coldly and threw the stick in his hand. With a Shua, the stick flew out and hit the concrete wall behind. He heard a dull sound. The stick pierced the concrete wall directly and penetrated it deeply. Only a meter long tail was left outside.

Qin Murong could not help shouting: ”wonderful, really wonderful!”

She thought to herself that there was nothing she could do about the eighteen stick monks. She thought that Qi Kunlun could only defeat them in the way of killing each other's physical strength. Unexpectedly, it was beyond her expectation. Qi Kunlun is much stronger than she imagined!

The activity here, at last, startled the people in the room. The abbot and a couple in their fifties came out.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the faces of the three people all became ugly.