The third elder stood expressionlessly in front of the young monk Wujie. Although everyone knew that the young monk would definitely not be able to withstand the third elder's next punch, no one expected that the young monk Wujie would bite him even under such circumstances. He gritted his teeth and prepared to finish this competition. Just like what the little monk said just now, this competition has nothing to do with the outcome, but the winner must be determined, even if he knows he will lose.
The performance of the little monk Wujie today has amazed everyone. There is no doubt about this. No matter what others think, the two punches of the little monk just now have perfectly proved himself. If his performance today spreads to the world, it is estimated that the entire world will Everyone would be trembling. Such a heaven-defying evildoer actually came out to Qingshan Temple. This is probably the most feared thing in the world. There are many sects in the world, but what they are afraid of is which sect can go against the destiny and forcefully take over. They have suffered a fate that should not belong to them, and Qingshan Temple is the most obvious representative among them. The competition between Qingshan Temple and Qi Qingguan is about to begin. If the news about the young monk Wujie is released, then Qi Qing will What kind of talent should Qingguan prepare to cope with this competition?
Qi Qingguan has won for so many years, but this time he may lose miserably.
Moreover, even today, none of Qi Qingguan's disciples can do it well. Even the younger generation who are famous in the world are very few. People all know that Qi Qingguan's granddaughter Qi Guanxing is a rare person in a thousand years. You can see smart people, but smartness is still smart. The competition between Qingshan Temple and Qi Qingguan was about martial arts rather than smartness.
If what happened to the little monk today spreads to the world, then those people in the world who are too careless to worry about it will seem to be worried about Qi Qingguan again.
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The third elder slowly took half a step back, frowned at Wu Jie in front of him, and whispered: "Wu Jie, the internal energy in your body has been exhausted now, why don't you admit defeat in advance? Even if I punch you, even if If you don't die, you'll probably be seriously injured. I think you have a good talent, so I would like to give you some kind advice!"
"Admit defeat in advance?" The young monk curled his lips slightly after hearing this, and then explained with a calm face: "In my eyes, there is no such word as admit defeat. To admit defeat is a sign of a coward. If I lose, it means I am not as good as others. If I admit defeat, what will happen?"
As soon as the young monk said this, the martial arts field was in an uproar, and everyone looked at the young monk in surprise.
The huge Qingshan Temple has three thousand disciples, but how many people can have such a state of mind as the young monk?
"Are you sure you won't admit defeat?" The third elder didn't want to hurt the young monk at this time, so he repeated the sentence.
"Third Elder, please take action! I will still use all my strength for this punch!" The little monk took a defensive posture while speaking. Although the posture was still the same, everyone could feel that the breath in the little monk's body was already gone. Very weak.
"call……"
The third elder let out a long breath, then took a half step back and looked at the young monk and said, "Then I won't be polite today!"
"please!"
The little monk nodded expressionlessly.
"tread……"
The third elder knew that he could not change the young monk's mind, so he did not continue to talk nonsense and took a step lightly.
The people around could not help but widen their eyes after seeing the third elder take action, and their expressions began to become nervous. They were not nervous about whether the third elder could defeat the young monk, but about whether the young monk could take on this attack. The punch made everyone nervous. At this time, everyone no longer seemed to think that the third elder would win as they did at first. They now hoped that the young monk could win even more, because the young monk's performance just now had indeed infected many people.
"Tap..."
The third elder's speed is getting faster and faster.
"Third Elder, please don't hold back, I need a fair competition!" Just when the Third Elder was about to approach the young monk, Wujie suddenly roared angrily.
After hearing this, the third elder couldn't help but his eyes trembled slightly. The next second, the breath in the third elder's body burst out instantly, and the monk's robe on his body began to move with the wind, which was extremely domineering.
"brush!"
A figure flashed quickly, and the next second the third elder appeared directly in front of the young monk. The third elder opened his mouth slightly and whispered: "Then I will comply with your wishes!"
"Thank you!" The young monk nodded slowly.
"Fist Gang is three parts Qi, Fist Intent is seven parts force!"
The third elder roared angrily, and then his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, showed no restraint at all, and the fist made a buzzing sound that seemed to be a bit penetrating.
"Bang!"
The third elder's fist hit the young monk Wujie's abdomen extremely fiercely.
A loud noise echoed in the Qingshan Temple martial arts training ground.
The little monk's legs were originally stepping on the stone pit, but in the end they still couldn't block the third elder's punch. The little monk's body slipped on the stone slab for nearly ten meters, and the little monk's feet also
There were nearly ten meters of cracks left on the stone slab, and bright red blood stains flowed from the young monk's feet. After seeing this scene, the surrounding monks couldn't help but sigh: "You still haven't persisted?"
That's right, if according to the rules agreed in advance, as long as one of the two people moves half a step, he loses. At this time, the little monk no longer moved half a step, but moved a full distance of nearly ten meters.
The blood on the little monk's leg was flowing in the ravine.
For a moment, the young monk's internal strength was still unable to suppress the young monk's body, and he flew backwards.
"Third Elder, go and save Wujie!" The monks around him shouted loudly.
The third elder looked at Wu Jie in mid-air and was stunned for a moment, then he raised his legs and rushed towards Wu Jie's position. The third elder originally thought that although Wu Jie's internal energy was exhausted just now, since Wu Jie has been insisting on competing
Afterwards, the third elder thought that the young monk had some trump cards that he had not shown yet, but who would have thought that the young monk really had no trump cards at all and just used his own body to receive the punch.
"This Wujie is really a stupid monk!" The third elder sighed helplessly, and then his pace quickened instantly, and he flew directly towards the place where the young monk landed!
But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the mid-air. A slightly fat figure emerged from the sky. Everyone couldn't help being slightly stunned after seeing this figure.
The figure flew directly to the position of the little monk's body, and then stretched out his hand to catch the little monk Wujie who was flying upside down in mid-air.
After seeing this figure, the third elder instinctively stopped and looked at the figure with trembling lips. His eyes were very unbelievable, because the figure also had a bald head, but it had a greasy chicken leg in its mouth.
There is a big difference from his bald head.
"Who is this!"
"Yes! Why haven't I seen it before?"
"Is he from Qingshan Temple? Why is he still holding a chicken leg in his mouth..."
The monks at the Qingshan Temple martial arts training ground started discussing. It was obvious that these people did not know who the figure in the air was, but it should not be difficult to see from the reaction of the third elder that the third elder knew this person.
The slightly obese figure flashed and moved in mid-air. Although he was fat, he was very flexible.
The figure walked through the air, rushed to the little monk's side in three or two steps, reached out and hugged the little monk, and then laughed loudly.
The figure's laughter echoed throughout Qingshan Temple.
After hearing this laughter, the third elder seemed to be more sure who the figure was. His lips trembled slightly and he said: "He is back..."
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In the fasting room not far away, the abbot who was chanting sutras was startled instinctively when he heard the laughter, and then with a strong finger, he directly cut off the beads in his hand. The beads instantly rolled to the ground.
It makes a ticking sound.
"It's over, it's over..." The abbot quickly put down the scripture in his hand, then stood up in a panic and ran outside the fasting room.
Taking three steps into two steps, the abbot ran barefoot outside the fasting room and looked in the direction of the martial arts training ground. He stared and sighed helplessly, and whispered: "He...he is really back!"
"Amitabha, Amitabha..."
The abbot looked in the direction of the north and muttered a few words softly, then turned around and walked slowly back to the fasting room, muttering softly as he walked: "It's over, it's over..."