Chapter 133 Three Heads, Six Arms and Eighteen Arhats
At this time, all the audience members in the audience began to discuss animatedly.
Some praised the beauty of Aoi and Yoyo, while others were surprised that the dignified senior executives of Dalles West District selected such young men and women. Therefore, some of the audience shook their heads and sighed, while others stared in surprise.
, there are disdain, all kinds of laughter, curses and discussions, which can be heard endlessly.
But at this moment, a roar like a broken gong and drum was suddenly heard from the background: "You little slutty vixen, you only know the few shiny-faced kids who introduced your Dalles team, but you forgot about me.
Got it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eighteen strong and fat monks filed out of the second arena.
Eighteen monks filed into the center of the ring. They were all big and round, with ferocious faces. At first glance, people didn't feel that they had the compassion of monks. On the contrary, they made people feel frightened and just wanted to get away as soon as possible.
The beautiful host Sisi was flirting with Fang Ke, but unexpectedly she was scolded by a group of monks as a little prodigal vixen, so she felt a little unhappy in her heart. Even if she was really a little vixen, she didn't want to be openly scolded as a prodigal vixen by others.
How can this beautiful woman keep her face?
But even though she was unhappy in her heart, she was a professional host after all, so Sisi forced herself to be cheerful and said with a smile: "Masters, this is a martial arts arena, and this is not a place for alms. If the masters are hungry,
If so, please go backstage and ask the relevant staff to apply to the organizing committee and see if you can apply for a few steamed buns for the masters to eat."
Fang Ke was happy, thinking that this beautiful girl Sisi must have treated these monks as beggars.
The audience in the audience also started to commotion, complaining one after another: "What are the monks doing here? This is not a place for you to offer incense and worship. Come down quickly, don't delay everyone watching the game!"
I just heard a fat monk yelling and said: "***, who said we are here to beg for alms, I am here to fight!"
"We are Xiaolin's Eighteen Arhats from the Xiaolin Pai Ta Mo Hall in Hercules City! We are also the Xiaolin's Eighteen Arhats Monk Team participating in this Predator Competition!"
"At least you want to fool me with some steamed buns. We monks have to eat hamburgers these days!"
Sisi was stunned and said: "Ah? Are the masters here to participate in the competition? I thought Xiaolin's Eighteen Arhat Monk was just a title, but I didn't expect that eighteen of you actually came up."
Fang Ke stepped forward and said loudly: "Hey, hey, do you understand the rules of the game? Each team is only allowed to have a maximum of six people. What's the matter with you having eighteen people? Why don't you
Your monk’s temple has also moved here, so why don’t we all come together?”
Sisi smiled and said: "Yes, this handsome guy is right. According to the rules of our competition, a team can only be composed of a maximum of six people, so the masters are somewhat overstaffed."
The fat monk seemed to be the leader of this group of monks. He glared and said: "You two brats, from the beginning, I saw you two holding hands, looking like adulterers.
You little vixen knows how to talk to pretty boys and wants to bully us monks, huh, no way!"
"Do you think we monks are uneducated? You don't understand the rules of the competition? Let me tell you, although we have eighteen Arhats, we are actually a team, we are six people! As the saying goes, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, eighteen is six, and six is
It’s eighteen!”
Fang Ke said: "What a mess, don't come here, don't think that you can fool us by just making up a few random sentences. You have violated the rules now, either you go down twelve, or you all get out together, don't think
If you are a monk, you can just come up and show off your skills!"
The monk yelled: "You brat, how dare you despise us!"
"Xiao Lin's Eighteen Arhats, combination!"
"Three heads and six arms battle armor, possessed!"
Fang Ke laughed and said: "You are not a shape-shifting monk, are you? Can you still combine them?"
But just as Fang Ke was teasing and laughing, the scene that suddenly appeared in front of him made his smile freeze instantly.
The eighteen monks and monks in front of them suddenly formed a group of three, standing back to back. Following the monk captain's loud shout, six pieces of microscopic combat armor suddenly appeared in the air and disintegrated instantly.
One piece of clothing was attached to the bodies of eighteen people.
But what surprised everyone was that the six pieces of war armor actually tied every three monks standing back to back into a bundle, and then connected them together to wear the war armor. Eighteen monks were wearing the war armor.
After wearing the armor, there are actually six people!
Moreover, each of them really has three bald heads and six arms, and the battle armor perfectly combines them! It’s just that each monk was originally tall and fat, but now they are tied together, they are even stronger.
Everyone was instantly petrified and murmured: "Holy crap, isn't it? This is okay? It turns out he is such a three-headed and six-armed man."
Fang Ke looked in disbelief, pointed at the six groups of monks, and said: "Host, this...does this count?
Sisi also looked incomprehensible and murmured: "This... I have never seen this happen before. I have to... I have to ask the organizing committee for permission to see if this combination is allowed."
The fat monk roared angrily and said: "Stop talking nonsense, there are only six of us now, and there are no violations. You little vixen, don't even think about showing favoritism and looking for a beating!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thick sticks suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the hands of the six assembled monks. One monk had six arms, holding a big stick in twos, and violently hit Fang Ke and Sisi!
Sticks are flying all over the sky! Every big stick is a tiger and a tiger, and hunting brings wind!
Eighteen sticks instantly formed an array, overwhelmingly hitting Fang Ke and the two people closest to them head-on.
Sisi was so frightened that her face turned pale, she let out a sweet cry, turned around and ran backstage, but before she could do it, she was hit with a stick on her buttocks. The beating made the beautiful host scream and cry, and she covered her eyes with tears.
He scurried backstage with his butt on his back.
Although Sisi ran in a panic, she was a beautiful woman covering her butt and running away, but she was still cute, charming, and pitiful. However, at this time, Sisi no longer dared to pretend to be flirty.
Although the monks of the Eighteen Arhats were fierce, they knew that Sisi was the host after all, so they couldn't chase her too much, so they just slapped her on the butt and punished her.
But they would not be merciful towards Fang Ke. After all, Fang Ke was a member of the opponent's team they wanted to defeat, and he had always been the one gossiping in front of them, making these monks angry.
At this time, Fang Ke faced the combined attack of the three heads, six arms and eighteen arhats. He was in a terrible situation, because Fang Ke was the closest, and before he could figure out the sudden combination of the monks, an overwhelming barrage of sticks intertwined together.
Came over head on!
Fang Ke tried his best to avoid a heavy blow on the head, but he was swept down by the stick. He avoided a sharp thrust on the chest, and was slapped on the buttocks. Eighteen martial arts sticks flew up and down, filling the sky.
Flying in the air, Fang Ke was beaten to the ground in just a moment.
Fang Ke was already lying on the ground, but the monks still refused to let him go. They hit Fang Ke hard on the butt and back. Even if he received a hundred killing sticks, they would not hit him so fast.
Eighteen martial arts sticks were knocked down in one blow, and I didn't know that I had been served with hundreds of sticks.
Amidst the flying sticks, I could only see Fang Ke stretching out a trembling arm and shouting: "Help! The monk is hitting someone!"
"Yuyou, Lao Guo, why are you standing there stupidly? I was beaten to death by them in a moment! Didn't you feel the pain if I didn't spank you? Just stand and watch my excitement.
Bar!"
Youyou quickly ran forward a few steps and said anxiously: "Brother Fang Ke, does your butt hurt? Let me help your butt heal."
As soon as she took a few steps forward, two monks with three heads and six arms came towards her, with ferocious expressions on their faces. They waved several big sticks in front of Youyou and threatened: "Don't come over, you damn girl. If you dare to take another step forward, let's let you go."
Your little butt is also hit by the big sticks of the monks!"
When Youyou saw the two monks looking fierce and several big sticks dangling in front of her, her big eyes showed fear and she said timidly: "Don't hit me."