"Senior brother, senior brother!"

In the distance, someone shouted.

The old monk Huizhen, whom Xia Shan had seen before, ran over with vigorous steps.

He grabbed Abbot Huiming's wrist and said, "Senior brother, forget it." ”

"What?!" Hui Ming shook off Hui Zhen's hand.

"I think I never admit defeat when I took them down the mountain to fight!

Abbot Huiming talked about the time when he was young and frivolous, and his face seemed to be shining.

"Senior brother, senior brother!" Hui Zhen persuaded bitterly, "It's not back then, senior brother!

"It's not the times, it's not me!it's you!" Hui Ming pushed Hui Zhen back, "I'm eighty-two years old, and you should know the truth that you don't exceed what you want." I have been talking about it for more than 60 years, and you have never obeyed me. Senior brother, you wait here, I will fight with him and then come back to talk to you. ”

Saying that, Huiming turned around and went to the middle of the field, and hugged his fist at Xia Shan arrogantly, "Boy, I haven't done it for many years, thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

Xia Shan laughed happily, this kind of honest old man is really kind to people's appetite~

"Then I'm not going to show mercy. Xia Shan said with a smile.

"That's how it should be, what did you do so lightly just now? When the people in our Shaolin Temple are all soft eggs?"

With a roar, Huiming's muscular body pounced towards Xia Mountain like a tiger descending from the mountain.

There are wind and thunder between the fists and feet, and it seems to have the power to open mountains and crack stones.

As people get older, their fists become more and more ruthless.

......

"Iron juice, people in Shaolin, just getting started. Now, at the risk of breaking the precepts, I will broadcast live the scene of a 20-year-old guy beating an 80-year-old man. Is all this a moral degradation or a distortion of human nature!"

Pei Wenwu held up his mobile phone and put his head at the bottom of the middle of the screen, leaving a large amount of space for everything that was happening on the martial arts field.

Pei Wenwu recognized it!

The man's shot was exactly the same as the man in the security uniform in the grove that day.

No wonder!

Everything is connected.

No wonder he appeared next to Qin Kesong later!

It turned out that the mysterious man that day was him!

Knowing who his great enemy was, the boulder in Pei Wenwu's heart finally landed a little.

Pei Wenwu knows the situation in Yanguo, in this country with a population of 1.4 billion, one person can easily destroy a person with a mouthful of saliva!

He Pei Wenwu, as his name suggests!

Both civil and military!

Outstanding martial arts!

He wants to use public opinion to destroy him!

"Look, it's this young man, who not only entered the temple to provoke, make trouble and hurt people, but now he has forced our eighty-two-year-old abbot to take action to uphold justice!"

Pei Wenwu tried to carry the rhythm.

found that things didn't seem to be going in the direction he expected.

......

"Wow, it seems to touch the muscles of this abbot......"

"Wow, this man is so handsome~"

"It's not me bragging, if I fight this abbot, within thirty seconds, he will have to kneel on the ground...... Please don't die. ”

"Where is the anchor's Shaolin Temple?"

"Wow, this abbot's muscles, love love~"

......

The focus of everyone's attention seems to be a bit biased, and Pei Wenwu tries to bring the focus back to the things they should be in a relationship with.

"Our eighty-two-year-old abbot was forced by this evil thief to drag his old and decrepit body and take action himself, what a heinous crime!

......

"Trouble the anchor to give up his head, I can't see clearly!"

"As long as the villain is handsome, Sanguan will run with his facial features!"

"Oh my God, is this an eighty-year-old man? I should have cried for a long time if he punched me~"

"No, upstairs, you will die directly~"

"To be able to fight with such a strong abbot for so long, this little man is so powerful~"

"Where is the anchor's Shaolin Temple? I want to learn~"

"Such an abbot has a sense of security~"

......

"The live broadcast of 'Venerable Hu Lai', a foreign monk, that you are watching, has come to an end. ”

Pei Wenwu's mentality collapsed, and he was extremely disappointed with the quality of this Yanguo netizen.

Is there still a sense of justice?

Is there still a little justice?

How can this world be so rotten!

......

"Start broadcasting soon!

"Open, take it, understand?"

"The anchor hurriedly starts broadcasting to the master, and warns him of taking off the fans!"

......

Anger to anger, trouble to trouble.

Life has to go on.

"Hello iron juice, the signal was not very good just now, sorry sorry~"

Pei Wenwu's face once again appeared in the middle of the live broadcast room.

......

"Take your face away from the master! Who are you scaring about! I want to see the abbot!"

"The anchor hurry up and get out of the way, who rarely looks at you, we want to see the abbot!"

"People want to see handsome guys, huh~"

......

When people are old, Huiming will not last long enough.

Facing such a young and strong young man as Xia Shan, he finally showed fatigue.

A mouthful of turbid breath was exhaled, and Hui Ming struck a powerful black tiger into his heart as the final offensive.

Xia Shan knew about Hui Ming's situation and didn't hide anymore. He exhaled and threw a punch, and both of them took two steps back at the same time.

Hui Ming shook his palm and sighed, "Hey, it's not the same year after all......"

The tone was quite lonely, he picked up a batch of robes that he had thrown aside, and casually ordered, "Huizhen, you can watch and deal with it." ”

With that, he departed.

The abbot left, and Pei Wenwu's live broadcast ended.

Looking at the two million new fans displayed in the background, Pei Wenwu smiled with satisfaction.

As a martial arts master of the Yue Kingdom who is determined to turn the tables, his happiness is so unpretentious.

......

On the field, Hui Zhen walked up to Xia Shan, lowered his eyebrows and said kindly: "Donor, let you see and laugh~"

"It's okay~" Xia Shan waved his hand generously, there is nothing right or wrong in this matter, they are all people who practice martial arts, and it is normal for them to be angry.

It is often said that chivalry is forbidden by martial arts.

Martial arts have not been widely promoted, first, because of the natural choice of the times, and secondly, because of the needs of national conditions.

Mingxin on the side hurriedly walked up at this time, and he said to Huizhen: "Master, in fact, this donor came up to you when he went up the mountain. ”

"Oh, looking for me?"

"Hmm...... To be precise, a woman traveling with this benefactor is looking for you. ”

Hui Zhen nodded, and looked at Xia Shan again, "I wonder where this donor's companion is?"

"Over there~" Xia Shan pointed to a certain corner, and he had already seen the two women hiding there.

Looking at the chatty situation of the people around him, Huizhen thought for a while and said, "Mingxin, bring them to the meditation room to see me." ”

With that, he departed on his own.

Only Mingxin took Xia Shan to call Xiaoya and Song Yun, and then went to the meditation room together.

As soon as she saw Xia Shan coming, Xiaoya immediately patted his chest, "Little brother, you are so amazing~"

Xia Shan saw Xiaoya's mental state, and looked at Song Yun in a little stunned.

Song Yun shrugged her shoulders and said that she didn't know the reason, maybe she suddenly figured it out by herself~

"Then do you want to see Master Huizhen?" Xia Shan asked, looking at Xiaoya.

Xiaoya shrugged, "Go, it's all said, why don't you see each other." ”