"Alright, I'll challenge him!"

When they heard this, many of the warriors around them were all stunned, they originally thought it was just a joke, but the next moment, they saw that the little novice had his feet on the ground, and directly jumped into the ring with light skills.

Maybe he stepped on a gravel, stumbled under his feet, and almost tripped over. Immediately, all the martial artists and guests around the ring burst into laughter.

"Huiming, what are you doing, hurry up!"

Master Fantong and other senior monks of Shaolin Temple looked anxious. Huiming's cultivation couldn't be clearer for them, only a second-class innate realm, I'm afraid that even the demon monk Fankong's half move was killed in seconds. The demon monk Brahman's body and martial arts are both cultivated, the true yuan and the physical body are all at the overlord-level level, and the combined combat power of the two has soared directly to the supreme level of the "Heavenly List", not to mention the little novice of the 'Hui' character generation such as Huiming, even if it is a high-ranking monk of the 'Sanskrit' generation, only the Sanskrit master can compete with the demon monk Fankong a little, and other senior monks are far from enough.

Master Fantong and other Shaolin monks really can't understand why Huiming, who is usually very honest and sensible, had his head pumped today and ran to the stage to die. I was very anxious, and I immediately stepped forward to prepare to forcibly take Huiming away. however

That's when it happened

With a 'whoosh' sound, I saw a flash of red shadows, and the Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng stopped in front of the Shaolin monks again, and said with a smile: "That little novice wants to challenge Master Brahman is his freedom, he has this right, and the masters should not stop it!"

"You"

The senior monks of Shaolin Temple were angry and angry.

"Rest assured, uncles, I think this demon monk Fankong is just a vain name, I will definitely be able to defeat him!" Ye Xing clasped his hands together, looked at the demon monk Fankong on the opposite side and said: "Amitabha, the big bald head on the other side, how can the little monk win?"

"Winning is very simple, knock the opponent out of the ring and win!" Demon monk Fankong's face was full of flesh, his eyes showed a bloodthirsty and murderous color, and he smiled cruelly: "Of course, there is a second situation, that is, to directly bombard the opponent on the spot in the ring, and it is also a victory!

"Who peed your pants, you peed your pants! I told you I wouldn't be afraid of you!" Ye Xing's expression was terrified, his body trembled and kept retreating, and he retreated directly to the edge of the ring.

"Don't be afraid of me, why are you retreating? Could it be that if you can't fight, you will jump out of the ring and admit defeat? Haha, you think too much, suffer death, Xiao Shami, the poor monk's favorite thing is to blast people's heads, that feeling is really enjoyable!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole person had already jumped up, the fist wind was whistling, like a tiger out of the mountain, and like a dragon out of the sea, and the iron fist bombarded down towards Ye Xing's head.

The scene was bloody and violent to the extreme, and many of the warriors watching around couldn't bear it, and they all closed their eyes one after another, unable to bear to see the cruel scene.

The senior monks of Shaolin Temple were stunned, but they were tightly entangled by the masters and powerhouses of the Holy Fire Sect, and the two sides fought and fought.

In the ring, the strong wind was howling, and in the face of the powerful punch of the demon monk Fankong, Ye Xing's mouth curled into an imperceptible sneer, and he dodged to the side in fear and fear on his face.

Under the yin and yang, in the panic, it happened that he was really dodged by the 'Huiming' little novice.

There was a burst of bang in the air, and the powerful iron fist of the demon monk Van Kong fell into the air on the spot and slammed into the air.

At the same time, a ray of sharpness flashed in Ye Xing's eyes, and he stretched out his hand, dialing a thousand catties in four or two, and stumbling lightly under his feet.

In an instant, the tall body of the demon monk Fankong roared out like a runaway truck, which was already on the edge of the ring, but now under the action of inertia, he suddenly rushed out of the ring and smashed down on the square below, the earth trembled, stirring up a piece of dust, and the mist was flying.

The audience resounded with gasping sounds, and hundreds of thousands of martial arts guests were all dumbfounded, their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide unconsciously, their jaws fell to the ground, and their faces were full of bewilderment.

At the end of the competition, the demon monk Fankong was defeated, and Huiming Xiao Shami won.

The surrounding warriors looked at the center of the field with a pair of eyes stupidly, and their eyes were full of incredulity. Many people have a big question mark on their heads, and this is not to blame them, but the result of the battle is completely beyond their expectations, it is simply unbelievable. Most people haven't even understood how the demon monk Fankong fell into the ring.

Including the demon monk Fankong himself, he was also confused, got up from the ground, and said angrily: "Damn, I was careless just now, don't count, come again!"

The fight just now was just a flash of lightning, and the demon monk Fankong only felt that his waist was pushed, his feet were tripped up, and then the whole person flew out. This was completely his own carelessness, he was filled with anger, but he forgot how Ye Xing had dodged his iron fist before.

"If you lose, you lose, the dignified demon monk overlord loses to a junior, is it possible that you still want to play tricks?" A cold voice came from the guest seat next to him, but it was the second palace master of the Cold Moon Palace of Tianxue Mountain, Yutai Mingyue, who said loudly.

The eyes of the second palace lord Mingyue flashed with inexplicable brilliance, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at the little novice Huiming in the ring, with thoughtful eyes in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"The Bright Moon Palace Lord's words are wrong! This little novice was obviously tricky just now, and a clear-eyed person can know at a glance that this little novice is definitely not as strong as Master Fankong, and Master Fankong also intended to give in just now, which led to his chance. The Holy Flame Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng's face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "It's better to let them have another competition to show fairness!"

"Haha, the Rising Sun Sect Master, your partiality is too obvious, there shouldn't be any ulterior secrets between you and the demon monk Fankong!" Tang Zhenghao, the master of the Tang Sect, moved his eyes and said with a long smile.

"Hmph, this seat is just a matter of facts, how can this little novice be worthy of the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!" "Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng snorted coldly.

The supreme overlords in the VIP seat mocked each other and quarreled, and the hundreds of thousands of warriors around them were also divided into two factions, and the quarrel was inexorable, and the whole scene was extremely noisy.

"Everyone be quiet, please be quiet!" In the ring, Ye Xing said loudly: "Actually, it doesn't matter if I am the leader of the martial arts alliance, the purpose of the little monk is just to invite everyone to take a look at one of my magical family heirlooms!"

"A family heirloom?"

With Ye Xing's words, countless pairs of eyes all around looked at the center of the ring, and everyone couldn't understand what kind of medicine was being sold in this little novice gourd. But soon they saw that the little novice took out a boxy and thin black iron piece from his bag, and broke the black iron plate from the middle into two black iron plates connected together.

They hadn't seen this strange thing, but it had a name on Earth called a laptop, or a laptop.