C364 Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple
C364 Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple
When the golden light gradually faded, Yan Feng took a look and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.
His body was golden, and his upper body was naked. Each of them was strong and sturdy with a resolute expression. Yan Feng was also a knowledgeable person, so with a glance, it was obvious …
"Holy sh * t?" It can't be? Shaolin Temple eighteen bronze men?! " The three consecutive questions coming from the bottom of his heart fully displayed Yan Feng's confusion and fear at this moment.
Yan Feng didn't know why he had yelled out such a title. Maybe it was because the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple were originally supposed to be in various movies and TV dramas, but now they were too shocked to see him in person.
The eighteen golden men shouted in unison, "That's right, we are the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple! You actually want to leave after offending Fang Dang? "
The shouts of the eighteen people sounded like a single person. The sound was like a loud bell, majestic and intimidating, intimidating in all directions. Golden light radiated from the bodies of the eighteen bronze men, and their muscles were sturdy.
The eighteen bronze men stopped Yan Feng in his path, and as soon as he finished speaking, he started the Shaolin Temple's eighteen bronze men formation.
Ten people surrounded Yan Feng, three people practiced fist fighting in front of the enemy to scare them, and the remaining five people beat Yan Feng up with all kinds of stuff.
"Ah! …!" Yan Feng's pitiful cry echoed throughout the silent temple. It was a very desolate and helpless cry.
Five minutes later, Yan Feng was dragged into the Shaolin Temple with blood all over his body, leaving a long, deep red trail on the ground.
"Is there really something like the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple in that place?" Luo Ning's face was full of disbelief. One must know that the golden bronze men were all exceptional masters that could take charge of their own side. They were people that only appeared in movies and TV dramas.
Nie Zhenwei's expression was absolutely sure, and there was even a trace of fear in his eyes as he said: "That's right, those eighteen bronze men are the strongest battle power other than that of Fang Shen, and their mission is to stop the people from leaving the Shaolin Temple unnoticed. Moreover, the eighteen of them have been ganging up together to beat him up the entire time, and their methods are extremely ruthless, so if Yan Feng can come out from the Shaolin Temple, then it means that he passed."
Luo Ning frowned. He was puzzled. Logically speaking, such a person should be very famous. But why was it that he couldn't find any information about these eighteen bronze men? That Red Mountain could be found, but the amount of information it contained was very little. If it wasn't for Nie Zhenwei, how could Luo Ning have thought that the legendary devil training camp was actually a Shaolin Temple?
When Nie Zhenwei talked about the Red Mountain's eighteen bronze men, his eyes were filled with reverence. Luo Ning could imagine how cruel the eighteen bronze men were, so he was afraid that this time, Yan Feng would not have much luck.
"Then what if Yan Feng can't come out?" Luo Ning asked.
Nie Zhenwei looked into the distance, and then fell into a distant memory. In his eyes, a blurry figure appeared, that was an old monk that swept the floor outside the Red Mountain gate.
"I still remember that time, there was a monk who swept the floor with his Shaolin Temple. I once asked him about the method to take down eighteen bronze men. He said that when he was twenty years old, he beat up old man Fang San and stayed in the Shaolin Temple since then, unable to get out at all." The sadness in Nie Zhenwei's eyes was self-evident.
Luo Ning bowed. He already had a bad feeling about this. He then asked, "Uncle Nie, when you saw that monk on the ground, how old was he?"
"Seventy-three."
Luo Ning's eyes stared and said in surprise: "Seventy-three years old? Then didn't he stay in the Shaolin Temple for fifty-three years?! "
He tried to escape, but after escaping for more than thirty years, he said that he suddenly came to a realization and returned to the buddhist faith. The truth is, it's because he's too old, he's unable to escape anymore, he's said to belong to the buddhist faith, it's just the last bit of stubbornness in his heart. "
Luo Ning inhaled a breath of cold air. He thought, "Then wouldn't Yan Feng be done for if he offended the abbot?" Yan Feng was good at speaking, but his skills were only slightly better than an average person. If he met a person with eighteen bronze Shaolin Temple, he would definitely only be able to take a beating.
Luo Ning suddenly wished that Yan Feng would not go to the Red Mountain as it would be better for him to stay there for the rest of his life, turning from a mortal into a monk.
"Young Master." Nie Zhenwei could somewhat see through Luo Ning's thoughts, so he tried to enlighten him, saying, "Sometimes there is always something in life that must happen. If Yan Feng went in, it is his fate, and being able to undergo training in it is a rare experience in his life. That will make his strength and mind more mature, and only someone strong enough will have the right to be entrusted with a heavy responsibility."
"I was afraid that he would be trapped there for the rest of his life." Luo Ning felt that with Yan Feng's strength, it was entirely possible for him to do so.
Speaking of which, since Red Mountain had such a terrifying number of eighteen bronze men, Luo Ning was curious, so he asked Nie Zhenwei, "Then how did Uncle Nie escape from there in the first place?"
The corner of Nie Zhenwei's mouth curled up slightly, his smile carrying a little pride. It was clear that being able to run away from the eighteen bronze men in Red Mountain was one of the glorious deeds in life that Nie Zhenwei had thought.
"The eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple, eighteen people, all of them are strong martial artists, have strong physiques, and are resistant to attack. Also, because they are eighteen people eating and sleeping together, it is very difficult to find a chance to be alone, but, it is not without methods. To defeat the eighteen bronze men, you can only think of …."
"Intelligence?" Luo Ning asked, "So Uncle Nie didn't beat them back then?"
Nie Zhenwei let out a light sigh, and said: "Those eighteen bronze men are originally invincible existences in Red Mountain other than the old man, and ordinary people are simply unable to defeat those eighteen people, so they are nothing to Young Master, but to ordinary people like us, they are existences that are like a nightmare. No matter when you sneak out at, you will not be able to escape from their eighteen pairs of eyes."
Luo Ning nodded his head and was even more interested in the eighteen bronze men. After all, Luo Ning was already surprised by the existence of the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple.
Following that, Nie Zhenwei did a detailed analysis of the eighteen bronze men. Nie Zhenwei knew every single person's daily work and interest like the back of his hand, and Nie Zhenwei accurately measured their daily work and rest for half an hour.
In other words, Nie Zhenwei knew what every single one of the eighteen bronze men would do in half an hour.