Chapter 734: Laptop
"Well, I'll challenge him!"
When they heard this, many warriors around them were all stunned. They originally thought it was just a joke. However, the next moment, they saw the little novice monk touching the ground with his feet and directly performing Qinggong and jumping onto the ring.
Maybe he stepped on a piece of gravel, staggered under his feet, and almost tripped. This immediately caused all the warriors and guests around the ring to burst into laughter.
"Huiming, what are you doing? Come down quickly!"
Master Fantong and other eminent monks in the Shaolin Temple looked anxious and said. They know Huiming's cultivation very well. He is only in the second-level innate realm. I am afraid that he was killed instantly without even taking half of the moves of the demon monk Fankong. The demon monk Fankong has both body and martial arts skills.
, both the true essence and the physical body are at the overlord level,
The combined combat power of the two has directly soared to the upper supreme level in the "Tianbang". Let alone a young novice monk of the "Hui" generation like Huiming, even a senior monk of the "Fan" generation, only Master Fanyin can compete with the demon monk.
Fan Kong resisted a little, but the other eminent monks were far from enough.
Master Fantong and other Shaolin monks really couldn't understand why Huiming, who was usually honest and sensible, had a headache today and ran to the stage to die. He was very anxious, and he immediately stepped forward to prepare to take Huiming away by force. However -
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Just then——
With a 'whoosh' sound, a red shadow flashed. The Holy Fire Cult Leader Xuri Dongsheng once again stopped in front of the Shaolin monks and said with a smile: "The little novice is free to challenge Master Fankong. He has this right. Everyone
Master, it’s better not to stop him!"
"you--"
All the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple were angry and angry.
"Uncles, don't worry. I think this demon monk Fankong is just a vain person. I will definitely defeat him!" Ye Xing clasped his hands together, looked at the demon monk Fankong opposite and said: "Amitabha, the big bald man opposite,
How can the young monk win?"
"Winning is very simple, just knock the opponent off the ring and you win!" The demon monk Fan Kong had a sinister face and a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He said with a ferocious smile: "Of course, there is a second situation, and that is on the ring.
Killing your opponent directly on the spot is also a win! How about it, little novice monk, are you ready? Don’t be so scared that you pee your pants!”
"Who peed his pants? It's you who peed his pants! I'm telling you, I won't be afraid of you!" Ye Xing looked frightened, his body was trembling and he kept retreating, directly to the edge of the ring.
"If you're not afraid of me, why are you retreating? Are you thinking that if you can't beat me, you will just jump off the ring and admit defeat? Haha, you think too much, go to hell, little novice monk, what the poor monk likes most is to blow up people's heads.
That feeling is so refreshing!" The demon monk Fankong's face was extremely ferocious.
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person jumped into the air, the fist wind roared, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, or like a dragon coming out of the sea, the iron fist struck Ye Xing head-on.
The scene was bloody and violent to the extreme. Many warriors watching around couldn't bear it and closed their eyes, unable to bear to see that cruel scene.
The eyes of the eminent monks in the Shaolin Temple were about to burst, but they were tightly entangled by the masters of the Holy Fire Sect. The two sides fought and started fighting.
On the arena, strong winds roared. Facing Monk Fankong's extremely powerful punch, Ye Xing curved an imperceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth, and dodged to the side with fear on his face.
Due to a strange combination of circumstances, in the panic, by chance, the little novice monk "Huiming" actually escaped.
There were bursts of explosions in the air, and the extremely powerful iron fist of the demon monk Fan Kong fell into the air on the spot.
At the same time, Ye Xing's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, he stretched out his hand, lifted the weight four or two times, and tripped lightly under his feet.
In an instant, Demon Monk Fankong's tall body roared out like an out-of-control truck. He was already on the edge of the ring. Now, under the action of inertia, he suddenly rushed out of the ring and crashed onto the ground.
In the square below, the earth trembled, stirring up a cloud of dust that flew into the air.
hiss--
There were gasps in the whole place. Hundreds of thousands of warrior guests were all dumbfounded, their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide without knowing it, their jaws dropped to the floor, and their faces were filled with confusion.
color.
At the end of the competition, the demon monk Fan Kong was defeated and the little novice monk Huiming won.
The surrounding warriors stared blankly at the center of the field, their eyes full of disbelief. Many people had a big question mark on their foreheads. This is not their fault. In fact, the result of the battle was completely beyond their expectations.
It's simply unbelievable. Most people haven't even understood how the demon monk Fan Kong fell from the ring.
Even the demon monk Fan Kong himself was confused. He got up from the ground and said angrily: "Damn it, I was careless just now, don't count, do it again!"
The fight just now was nothing more than a flash of lightning. Monk Fankong only felt that his waist was pushed, his feet stumbled, and then he flew out. This was entirely due to his carelessness. His head was filled with anger, but
I forgot how Ye Xing avoided his iron fist before.
"If you lose, you lose. The overlord of the demon monk lost to a junior, is it possible that he still wants to cheat?" A cold voice came from the guest seat next to him, but it was Tantai Mingyue, the second palace master of Hanyue Palace in Tianxue Mountain, who said.
The eyes of Tantai Mingyue, the Lord of the Second Palace, shone with inexplicable brilliance. A pair of phoenix eyes looked at the little novice Huiming on the ring. His eyes were thoughtful, as if he was thinking about something.
"Ms. Mingyue Palace, what you said is wrong! This little novice monk just took a trick. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this little novice monk is definitely not as strong as Master Fankong. Moreover, Master Fankong also deliberately gave in, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of him.
"The leader of the Holy Fire Cult, Xuri Dongsheng, looked gloomy and said in a deep voice: "It's better to let them compete again to show fairness!"
"Haha, Lord Xuri, your partiality is too obvious. There must be some ulterior secrets between you and the demon monk Fan Kong!" Tang Zhenghao, the leader of the Tang Sect, looked at him and laughed loudly.
"Hmph, I am just discussing the matter. How can this young novice be qualified for the position of leader of the martial arts alliance!" the leader of the Holy Fire Cult, Xuri Dongsheng, snorted coldly.
The supreme overlords at the VIP table taunted each other and got into a quarrel. The hundreds of thousands of warriors around them were also divided into two groups. They were noisy and the whole scene was extremely noisy.
"Everyone be quiet, please be quiet!" Ye Xing said loudly on the stage: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether I am the leader of the martial arts league or not. The purpose of my visit this time is just to ask everyone to take a look at one of my items.
A magical family heirloom!”
"A family heirloom?"
Following Ye Xing's words, countless pairs of eyes all around looked at the center of the arena. Everyone could not figure out what kind of medicine the little novice was selling in the gourd. But soon they saw the little novice from his own
He took out square and thin things that looked like black iron blocks from the Qiankun bag, and broke the black iron plate from the middle, turning it into two black iron plates connected together.
Chapter completed!