This monk who has broken his precepts is also a trap. The longer he stays here, the more traces he will leave, and the more unclear Bailang will be. Bailang really wants to blow this bald dog's head off, but this
Aren't they invincible? The little strength this monk showed when he was tattooing him had already made Bai Lang deeply wary. Just like his rogue army master, Bai Lang couldn't see the height of this monk at all.
where.
"I'll give you a tattoo for the donor, and I'll drink you a cup of tea today. The karma between you and me is over. I'm leaving now." Bai Lang didn't want to ask the monk if he had been beaten by his master at all. Now it seemed like this
After the monk got his freedom, maybe he didn't think about starting a fight now? After saying that, the monk also said "biu!" and disappeared. On the other hand, Taozi and Sakata, who were looking around, were shocked.
"Didn't you send them up?" Bai Lang thought there was no need to be frightened by these two women. In the end, all the food and drinks the monk had for a long time were made by himself. He is really a good and versatile monk...
...Taozi and Sakata were overjoyed when they saw Bailang, and even said that Master Dadian had prayed for them. Bailang had an expression on his face that he didn't know what to show...
"This demon monk is at least a demon at the level of a Bodhisattva or even a Buddha. If nothing else happens, most of them will turn into demons of their own accord. Huh? Such demons are naturally good people. He may be the last humanitarian. He satisfies and enjoys human beings.
All the desires..." Bai Lang thought, thinking that he was also close to the devil's path, or else he was the disciple of Zhou Shubi, the thief's comrade.
Baboon Zhou was already a villain when he was still a little monster. He had done many good deeds such as eating his mother fatly. He even once threatened to take the overlord of the monkey heads, the Great Sage, as a monkey hostage.
The Five Directions reveal the truth to escape. Of course, it is not just once or twice that we have to fight against the heavenly soldiers and generals in heaven and even the battles between the victorious Buddha and Vajra Bodhisattva in the west. We have also been suppressed many times by Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva and Tathagata Buddha.
kiln.
Yet this demon never repented...never converted.
Of course, Bai Lang didn't know all of this. He only knew that his master had been in jail for many years, and he was extremely vicious and unruly. This demon monk, who had a mysterious relationship with his master, was certainly not an easy man.
Now that the monk is gone, Bailang has nothing to do. He can only eat and sleep. As for the possible blessings - there must be a road to the mountain. At worst, he may change his career to be a taint witness. In fact, Bailang also knows his own personality.
, he just talks about tainting witnesses, but when it comes to that moment - "Think of it! Fuck you!" is what he will do.
After signing up for Street Fighter, someone will naturally send you the address of the battle - as for the opponent, it is a secret. And according to the tradition of Street Fighter, generally speaking, you have entered the finals after eight rounds - the finals of Street Fighter have always been
The level of the eight-player competition is extremely high. The first battle venue Bailang received was in the mountains of Japan - "Kai? How to get to this damn place?"
Of course, you go by yourself. Street Fighter does not provide any transportation or guides. Their referees will only wait for the arrival of both parties at the competition venue. This is an extremely unfriendly rule for road-crazy martial artists, and I don’t know how many martial artists have it because of it.
He couldn't find the competition venue and was eliminated. Bailang was rich, so he took the Shinkansen and chartered a car to the foot of the mountain. Then he used GPS navigation to arrive on foot.
For martial artists, the jungle has never been a problem. The venue for the competition can be known at a glance - because it will be a relatively flat place, and there is a small tent set up next to it for the referee team and the record team.
Rest, there is no medical team - Street Fighter does not need such things. This time the competition venue is a forest clearing in the mountains, and it is also a shallow river full of cobblestones.
"Are the streams in the mountains flat?" Bailang muttered. He didn't mind his shoes getting wet at all, and stood directly on the pebble beach that was as deep as his calf. "Well, the current is not fast, probably because
Because of the area, it has become flat." Before the players he was playing against arrived, Bai Lang stood like this, with his arms around Shi Shiran, watching the sun shine through the gaps in the trees above his head, scattering beams of light on the river beach.
superior.
The scene was clean and empty, and the person in charge of the referee was also a master of martial arts. His breath was actually integrated with this piece of nature, and it did not spoil the scenery at all. The time of the competition was roughly around three o'clock in the afternoon, and Bailang's opponent was ten years old before the competition.
We arrived just minutes ago. This guy came by helicopter. The downwash airflow of the helicopter was very unpleasant, which made Bai Lang frown slightly. It was rare for him to be arty...
The one who jumped down was a bare-chested black man with dreadlocks, wearing a pair of loose trousers and bare feet. This guy was almost full of rhythm. When he jumped down and walked a few steps, he seemed to be dancing and singing.
The flowing rhythm is very contagious. This nigger even has his own BGM. He has a small speaker hanging on his waist, and the music playing seems to be reggae? This guy is jumping up and down with his fingers
The boxing gloves made it impossible for Bailang to tell what style this guy belonged to.
"It's probably me." Bailang thought. This nigger stood about the same height as him, and he seemed to be a good striker. The black man's natural sense of rhythm made them always considered good strikers. As expected, he was really wild.
During the reggae music, the black man was jumping forward and backward, punching and kicking as he pleased. However, it was a pity that he had no wave...
The rhythm of the blows is super strong, but the lack of waves means that there is no long-distance containment ability, so Bailang unscrupulously bullies the nigger with hurricane force and gale fist. If he ducks or jumps over, Bailang will treat him to a genocide cut.
Even imitating the Shoryuken is not impossible. So after a minute of fighting, the nigger took more than a dozen waves, and was finally sent away by a White Tiger Caesar wave.
The real man fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face. The referee signaled Bailang to win and walked up to this guy and simply carried him away on a stretcher. As for medical treatment? Well, it depends on how the guy is going to deal with it. The referee is only responsible.
Taking him to the street is the end. Bailang has completed the victory of the first battle.
And when he returned to the house, a surprise came... Appearing in front of him were two men in black, wearing sunglasses. One man in black was thin and small but seemed to have ADHD all the time, and
The other man in black was handsome and tall, with an extremely majestic aura. "Have you ever seen this?" The tall man pulled out a piece of paper. Bai Lang was not surprised to see that there was a dead master on it.
head......
This chapter has been completed!