C41 Charging through the Eighteen Copper Men Array!

In the morning of the next day, in Shaolin's pie, Zhang Jiming was standing in the courtyard with a large blade behind him. He stood by his side and beside him was a handsome young man who was around seventeen or eighteen years old. The Sect Leader, Master Wuhui and the common folk could not do it. The Martial Ancestor did not succeed, the Zen Ancestor did not have any intentions, and the two Grandmasters of the Discipline Hall were standing in the courtyard. A few steps in front of them, there was a house with closed doors. It looked very eerie and eerie, this was the place to rush through the Eighteen Copper Men Formation.

At this time, the Master Wuhui looked up at the sky and said: "The time is almost up. Ji Ming, prepare yourself.

Zhang Jiming looked at everyone and smiled, then said to the Master Wuhui: "Thank you sect master. Ji Ming is ready, he can begin to pass the examination anytime."

Master Wuhui smiled and nodded. "If junior brothers have anything else to say, say it now."

Master cannot be the first to walk to Zhang Jiming's side and encourage him, "You can do it, Master believes that you can definitely do it. After hearing your good news, Master will pass on to you two high-level blade techniques and mental cultivation techniques.

Zhang Jiming smiled and said: "I got it, master, you must keep your promise. Ji Ming will wait for you to teach me those two moves."

The Master nodded his head and praised, "Be careful." Afterwards, Wu Cheng and Wu Xin came over to encourage Zhang Jiming.

At this time, Xuan Xin said from the side, "Eldest Senior Brother, I'll cheer for you from the outside. I'll wait for you to bring out the good news to tell everyone." With that, he smiled at Zhang Jiming.

Zhang Jiming said, "Thank you, Xuan Xin."

Xuan Xin looked at Wuji and said, "Second senior brother, you will also cheer for Eldest senior brother with me, right?"

Wuji smiled and nodded to Zhang Jiming: "Go for it, you'll definitely be able to do it."

Zhang Jiming said: "Thank you too, Wuji."

Wuji said, "We are all martial brothers and good brothers, there is no need to be so polite."

The Master Wuhui looked at them and said with a slight smile, "Alright, Ji Ming, let's begin now. Please ask the Master of the Discipline Hall to lead you there." A middle-aged monk walked out and bowed to Master Wuhui, then walked towards Zhang Jiming and patted his shoulder: "You can do it, remember that you are Shaolin's most outstanding disciple." Zhang Jiming nodded solemnly and thanked him.

The Great Master of the Discipline Hall shouted, "The challenge begins!" With a series of creaking sounds, the tightly shut doors of the room slowly opened. Inside was a gloomy and gloomy darkness. Then, he led Zhang Jiming to the opened door. As the others were not disciples of the Discipline Hall, they could only stand in place and watch Zhang Jiming's figure disappear into the darkness. Their hearts silently gave him their blessings.

When Zhang Jiming entered the house, he heard a loud bang! With a sound, the door closed automatically, and everything became dark. After a while, he saw the surroundings light up with candles. After a while, all the candles lit up and the whole room was lit up. The master who had escorted him in just now had already left. In front of him stood Shao Lindizi who was bare-chested and had a layer of yellow paint on his body that looked like it was made of copper. It looked like a steel wall and it was obvious that he had practiced his inner force skills before. Zhang Jiming looked at the people in front of him, there were exactly eighteen of them. He said in his heart: "The Eighteen Copper Men Formation really does live up to its name. Other people would be slightly disappointed when they saw it. "Looks like I have to be more careful today."

At this moment, he heard someone say, "Who is that person?"

Zhang Jiming said: "Su Jiadizi is here to pass the trial, I hope that everyone can advise me."

That person said, "So it's Junior Brother Ji Ming. Do you know the rules for passing the trial?"

Zhang Jiming acknowledged and said, "I am very clear about all of this."

That person said, "That's good. Is there anything else you want to say now? If you don't, then start the challenge. "

Zhang Jiming said: "It's nothing, let's begin now, fellow senior brothers, sorry for offending you," as he said that, he moved forward, with a flip of his hands, two palms struck out.

Other than the two in the middle who waved their hands to welcome him, the rest of the 16 Eighteen Copper Men s spread out to their sides, surrounding Zhang Jiming. At this time, Zhang Jiming's palm attack clashed with the opponent's incoming attack, and the force was rebounded back. Zhang Jiming turned around and landed on the ground. The Eighteen Copper Men array started to activate, and they split into two groups of nine people each. Each group had nine people, and with two circles surrounding Zhang Jiming from the inside out, they gradually narrowed the circle, and then the nine people in the inner circle started to circle clockwise, taking turns to attack with their palms. The nine people in the outer ring rotated rapidly in the opposite direction. Zhang Jiming only saw two figures swaying back and forth, and from time to time, a pole shadow palm attack coming at him. He suddenly felt dizzy, he snapped out of his daze, and quickly activated his body, not caring about anything else, when he saw the shadow of a person moving in front of him, he waved his hand and struck out. A series of bangs sounded out, and Zhang Jiming was forced a few steps back. Following that, the Eighteen Copper Men suddenly stopped, and the group of people outside quickly switched to the inner circle. The nine of them waved their palms, and with a muffled sound, their palm energies clashed once again, causing Zhang Jiming to stagger, his chest moving up and down, calming down the chaotic Qi in his body, they once again attacked, shaking the entire crowd, and constantly attacked.

Moreover, all of them abandoned their staffs and attacked with their palms. The people at the back of each group extended their palms out to the back of the person in front, and transferred their internal energy to the body of the first person. Next, the frontmost person struck out with his palm. At this time, every time Zhang Jiming fought against a person, he would have to endure a strong power equivalent to three people's attacks at the same time. Zhang Jiming constantly moved his body within the circle, and took turns to exchange blows with each group of bronze men. Because the other party released the power of three people by one person, it was extremely smooth, and so, every single palm from Zhang Jiming was forced to retreat a step.

At this moment, Zhang Jiming saw that the situation was not good, and thought to himself: "If this goes on for too long, I will definitely lose if I consume too much inner strength. Furthermore, they have eighteen people who will take turns attacking." Then, he shouted, "Shua!" He pulled out the big blade on his back and leaped into the air, the big blade slashed downwards with great force, releasing a burst of strong Blade Qi that carried a sound of wind as it flew towards the Eighteen Copper Men. The eighteen people saw the powerful air currents approaching and all raised their palms to meet the incoming attack. A gust of wind from the palm shot upwards. Bang! With a loud noise, the two powerful forces clashed and instantly, wind blades flew everywhere, causing the surrounding candlelight to sway so violently that it seemed as if it would extinguish. For a moment, the room was bright and dark. Zhang Jiming was sent flying by the powerful palm strike, he landed shakily on the ground, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a small mouthful of blood was spat out.

The man in the copper man formation spoke again, "Junior Brother Ji Ming, are you alright? Do you still want to continue passing the trial?"

Zhang Jiming reached out to wipe the blood trail from the corner of his mouth, then said with a smile: "Thank you Senior Brother, I will continue to pass the trial."

The man said, "Alright," and then dispersed. Eighteen Copper Men took up a wooden stick and stood in two rows. Zhang Jiming saw that, and knew that he was activating another formation. Waving the big blade in his hand, Shaolin used his blade technique and attacked forward, only to see the nine bronze men at the front waving their wooden sticks at him, the two of them matched moves.

At this time, at the door of the house, everyone was still waiting, it was impossible for the master to see that Zhang Jiming had been in there for a long time, so why was there no movement?

Seeing him so anxious, Master Wuhui faintly smiled: "Junior Brother cannot, you don't have to worry about Ji Ming, he will be fine."

Master Wu-Shuang bowed and said, "Many thanks, Sect Leader.

Zhang Jiming's body had already been hit by a few rod strikes, the pain was unbearable. The pole shadows shook in front of him, and a few more sticks struck out at the same time, hurriedly waving their blades to block. Pa! There was a clear sound and his face was hit. He quickly retracted his move and took a few steps back. He rubbed the swollen side of his face and breathed heavily for a few times. Then, he swung his blade and attacked again. The nine people at the back of the Eighteen Copper Men leaped up, and standing on top of the shoulders of the people in the front row, the eighteen wooden sticks pointed forward at the same time, this kind of tacit coordination, seemed to come from a single person, followed by the swinging of the wooden sticks, the entire formation looked like a wall gambling on powerful wooden sticks.

Zhang Jiming waved his big blade, using the 'Demon Slaying Sabre Art' that was not something that the Master could pass on to him yesterday, slashing towards the shadow of the human wall, the sound of wind whistled, after a while, the shadow of the staff was gradually shattered, he then used the 'Sacrificial Art' and rushed forward continuously with the 'Demon Slaying Saber Technique', he was actually able to suppress the attack of the Eighteen Copper Men, and the two sides were evenly matched. Zhang Jiming took the chance and struck out towards one of them, thinking: "Now that you have activated the array, if you want to hide, you must break it down, let's see how you withstand this strike." The man did not dodge, but used his chest to receive the palm strike. Thump... After a while, Zhang Jiming was extremely shocked. This solid palm strike was like hitting onto a steel wall, and also brought about a faint echo, causing his entire arm to go numb. He said in shock: "As expected of a copper human array, if we can't even hit it, what should we do?" And then he thought, "Since this kind of hard body technique is cultivated to the Houtian realm, and not innate, then he must have some flaws." Thinking of this, he carefully sized up these bronze men to see if he could find any weaknesses.

Just then, the nine bronze men saw Zhang Jiming standing there motionlessly, and shouted out simultaneously. They floated up and landed behind him, then turned around and along with the group of people, pointed their sticks at Zhang Jiming in the middle, and attacked. Zhang Jiming shouted lightly. He executed the other technique he had learned yesterday, the 'Wood Burning Slash', with incomparable speed, but this technique was able to counter the wooden stick in the Eighteen Copper Men. This was because, amongst the five elements, fire countered wood. Seeing that the situation had changed, Eighteen Copper Men threw the wooden stick in his hand towards Zhang Jiming. The room was filled with flashes of pole shadows. Following that, the other party attacked with a wave of his palm.

Zhang Jiming saw that the situation had turned better, and he was suddenly in danger again. He shouted "Golden Bell Cover" and his body started to spin quickly, the big blade in his hand was also waving non-stop, and a faint layer of protective Qi appeared around his body. As his circulation speed increased, his zhenqi gradually became clearer and started to emit a dazzling golden light. Following which, an inverted golden bell appeared and floated above his head. Then, a circle of golden Buddhist chanting started to revolve around the golden bell. With the activation of the Golden Bell Cover completed, Zhang Jiming's figure suddenly stopped, his large blade releasing the 'Shaolin Blade Art' and the 'Wood Burning Blade Technique' consecutively, attacking the Eighteen Copper Men. The wooden sticks hovering in the air were blocked by the golden bell, letting out tinkling sounds before being knocked to the ground. The Eighteen Copper Men was in a mess. Zhang Jiming took the chance to place the blade behind him, picked up a wooden stick and chanted the 'Sacrifice Spell' once again, and with the golden bell above his head, he quickly rushed forward, because other than the blade being their main weapon, Shaolin Su Jiadizi's attainments with the wooden stick was not bad, so he was able to use it well, the wooden stick in his hand swung out, the other party was also holding onto the wooden stick, and suddenly heard the sound of wooden stick striking together, and coincidentally, Zhang Jiming smashed it into a person's armpit, that person's hands immediately drooped down powerlessly. He secretly smiled in his heart: "So that's where their weakness lies."

Seeing that his weakness had been discovered, the Eighteen Copper Men bellowed, and eighteen palm winds formed with lightning speed swept forth, blasting Zhang Jiming and Jin Zhong away. After falling on the ground, another mouthful of blood leaked out, and with a leap, Zhang Jiming flew back. If he did not have the Golden Bell Cover protecting his body, this move would have at least severely injured him, and at least crippled him. He calmed down on the spot, and with a move, he waved the wooden stick to hit his opponent's armpit, his body drifting back and forth, his weakness being found out, making fighting feel much more relaxed, while the Eighteen Copper Men became more suppressed more and more, and only heard the sound of something hitting his body! Pow! Pow! The sound came out, after a moment, Zhang Jiming threw himself a few feet away and said with both hands together: "My fellow senior brothers, you have let me win." After saying that, he felt waves of intense pain in his chest. It was obvious that he had been injured by the powerful strike earlier.

Eighteen Copper Men stood in a row, and at the same time, clasped his hands together and said: "Junior brother, congratulations on passing the trial."

Zhang Jiming smiled slightly and said: "I still have to thank fellow disciples for showing mercy."

After that, he saw the door slowly open. The great master of the Discipline Hall walked over with a smile. "Ji Ming, congratulations." Indeed, you are worthy of being called Shaolin's most outstanding disciple. "

Zhang Jiming said: "Thank you for your praise, Junior Master." Afterwards, the two of them walked towards the door together.

The people outside saw that so much time had passed, yet no one came out. They were anxiously staring at the door. At this time, the door creaked as it slowly opened. A purple-faced Zhang Jiming and the Discipline Hall's master walked out side by side, and instantly everyone was clear about the results of passing the trial. They all surrounded the place, and asked about the situation when Zhang Jiming passed the trial. Master Wuhui looked at Zhang Jiming with a slight smile. Xuan Xin and Wuji rushed forward and firmly grabbed onto Zhang Jiming's hands.

Master Wuhui walked in front of him and praised, "You didn't disappoint us alright. Good job." Then, he said to everyone, "Okay, since Ji Ming has successfully passed the trial, let's go back first. Ji Ming has used up too much energy, and he is also injured, so let's not disturb him. Let him go back and rest. We can discuss the matter of entering the martial arts world after he recovers."

When everyone heard the Sect Leader's words, they all dispersed, there was no hope for the Master's face to carry the injured Zhang Jiming as he walked towards the temple, it had been more than ten years since such an outstanding disciple had appeared, and today he had finally found his former glory, his heart feeling pleased with such an outstanding disciple.