Chapter 152: Four Disciples

"Damn! I'm going to run away for him, I haven't come to that secret method of "Ling Bo Weibu" yet!" Meng Zuo patted his head and thought of the gambling contract, but now that the person has been carried away by the Shaolin disciples, if he wants Ling Bo Weibu, I'm afraid he will have to wait until he has time to go down the mountain to find Su Mei.

"Brother Meng Zuo, good skills!" Wen Zhi came to his side, laughed and patted Meng Zuo on the shoulder.

Meng Zuo smiled slightly, but did not respond immediately, but looked at Elder Zhang.

"Elder Zhang, you say, I am worthy now?"

"Uh, I'm ......" Elder Zhang was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to speak for a while.

A few minutes ago, he also asked Meng Zuo to kneel and kowtow to admit his mistake, but a few minutes later, Meng Zuo defeated the highest-level master he invited with a quick knife.

"Okay, I'm not an unreasonable person, I know you're for the Shaolin Temple. Meng Zuo waved his hand and chuckled, "It's excusable, I don't want to worry too much, it's too troublesome." ”

Elder Zhang didn't know what to do for a while, his old face turned red, and he felt that he was too stingy, and he was not as generous as a twenty-year-old young man.

But he didn't apologize in the end, as an elder, there are some things that he is wrong and can be changed, but it is impossible to apologize in person.

It's not because of how big the real frame is, but sometimes it's really involuntary, because not everyone thinks that your apology is a corporal Lixian, and more people will call it weak and incompetent, and finally make you lose your prestige.

Meng Zuo naturally understood, and he didn't want to force the elders of the Shaolin Temple too hard, so he gave a step for Elder Zhang to go down, and the matter was over.

"Master Meng, with strong foreign aid like you, our Shaolin Temple will be able to achieve the glory of the year. Kong Wen stepped forward, clasped his trembling hands together, and bowed slightly to Meng Zuo.

"Oh, Abbot, get up. Meng Zuo had no choice but to bow down with him, and bent over even heavier, "I promised you to go to the martial arts conference, and I definitely won't break my promise, don't you see I'm here?"

Everyone: "......"

Isn't it just that you just said that Lao Tzu can come and leave if he wants to, and he came to save face, and no one can stop him when he leaves?

How can you change your face faster than a woman?

"Okay, with your words, I'm relieved, come on, it's cold outside, let's talk about it inside. Kongwen carefully found that Meng Zuo was only wearing a white long-sleeved dress in winter, and this dress was not suitable for martial arts competitions at all, it was obviously a dress bought while watching a Chinese action movie.

"Good!"

Meng Zuo nodded, stepped away, and followed Master Kongwen and everyone into the Shaolin Temple.

After entering the door, everyone dispersed in a hurry, after all, everyone still had their own tasks on their own, and Meng Zuo's performance just now really stimulated them, at least in the past two or three days, they would definitely work harder than before.

Seeing the state of the disciples, Kong Wen saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, and he was even more convinced that it was an extremely correct choice for him to invite Meng Zuo.

Even if Meng Zuo can't pick the first place or rank among the best in the martial arts conference in the end, just these effects brought by his arrival to the Shaolin Temple are enough to prove his worth.

"Come, Master Meng, let me introduce you to the disciples who participated with you in this martial arts conference. Kong Wen and Wen Zhi took Meng Zuo to the backyard and talked as they walked.

There were a few wooden stakes and rows of stone bricks in the backyard, and there were a few disciples practicing against these rudimentary equipment, these people Meng Zuo felt very unfamiliar, obviously, they were not among the onlookers just now.

No wonder the people who can be selected to participate in the martial arts conference don't join in the excitement and practice with peace of mind.

Meng Zuo nodded secretly, feeling that the Shaolin Temple still had some flames of hope.

"Let's stop for a moment, I'll introduce you to the foreign aid of our Shaolin Temple. Wen Zhi took a step forward, and the sound reached everyone's ears.

Everyone still listened to the words of the senior brother, and one by one they all put down the bricks, iron pots and wooden stakes in their hands, and gathered to the side of the senior brother, although they did not speak, but they all looked at the only stranger among the three with curious eyes-Meng Zuo.

"As you can all see, this brother's name is Meng Zuo, and he is also the strongest foreign aid we have invited. Wen Zhi raised his head and said loudly.

Because he is always next to Kongwen, Wen Zhi always seems to be submissive, but he is a senior brother after all, and in front of his junior brothers, he is naturally still a little majestic.

"So young?"

A disciple who was not very large, about one meter seven, exclaimed.

This disciple is not old, he belongs to the younger of the few, but he is still in his early thirties, and he can't help but be a little surprised to see such a young Meng Zuo.

"Such a small foreign aid, senior brother, are you sure?" said a man who looked a little older than Wen Zhi.

Although this person is one or two years older than Wen Zhi, he entered the Tao late, so he calls Wen Zhi a senior brother.

"He just defeated Su Mei. ”

Wen Zhi said expressionlessly.

As soon as these words came out, some people were surprised, and some people were confused.

"Su Mei?"

The man touched his bare head and asked, obviously, he didn't know who Su Mei was.

"The heirs of the Xiaoyao faction will Ling Bo Weibu, Tianshan folds plum hands, and Tianshan Liuyang palms. Wen Zhi added, his expression still majestic.

"What!"

Everyone was shocked, their group of martial arts practitioners naturally knew what this meant, at least among them, the only person who could barely take Su Mei's moves was Senior Brother Wenzhi.

If he can defeat Su Mei, I'm afraid he will need the young Master of Empty News to play.

And the young man in his early twenties in front of him actually defeated Su Mei?

No one doubts the truth of the matter, they know the senior brother, he never lies about martial arts.

"Meng Zuo, let me introduce you. Wen Zhi turned around and said to Meng Zuo, "This is Zhixin, although he is a year older than me, he entered the temple late, so I call me Senior Brother." ”

Meng Zuo bowed his head in understanding.

"This one who hasn't spoken all this time is called Wen Xuan. We all call him Stuffy Bottle, he's about the same age as you. Wen Zhi pointed to the youngest of the three disciples and introduced it to Meng Zuo, the expression on his face softened slightly.

"Wen Xuan, Wen Zhi?" Meng Zuonian snorted.

"Yes, the stuffy oil bottle is my junior brother and my master's second disciple, and he is very talented. Wen Zhi nodded, looking at Wen Xuan's eyes with protection and love.

Meng Zuo took a closer look at the person in front of him who was about the same age as himself, he was wearing a coarse cloth coat, looking at Meng Zuo without speaking, his face was fair and ruddy, but his sword eyebrows and eagle eyes revealed a temperament that seemed to be good and not good, and evil and not evil.

"Hello. Meng Zuo took the initiative to greet him.

"Hmm. But Wen Xuan just nodded and didn't respond too much.

"And the little man who just spoke. Wen Zhi was accustomed to Wen Xuan's consistent style, and did not criticize him for being rude, but introduced the last disciple to Meng Zuo, and he pointed to the lean man of one meter and seven meters, "Before you came, he was the second youngest in our team, and his name was Qingchong." ”

"It's me, it's me!hehe......" Qing Chong touched his oily head, and Meng Zuo's eyes changed from curiosity at the beginning to longing and admiration.

He is not a stupid big man like Zhixin, he knows the heirs of the various sects, and he is also very clear about Su Mei.

"Qingchong, do you know the origin of Su Mei?" Kong Wen also knew this, and wanted to answer the confusion in his heart just now, so he asked.

He felt that although Su Mei knew the martial arts of the Carefree Sect, he did not have the spirit of the Carefree Sect.

"Su Mei, I know, he used to be the eldest disciple of Elder Ge of the Carefree Sect, and he is still quite strong, but ......" Qing Chong immediately replied as soon as he saw the abbot speak, "But he seems to have a problem with his temperament or style, and he was expelled from the sect, although he is still a member of the Carefree Sect, he is no longer a disciple of Elder Ge." ”

"I see. Kong Wen nodded, feeling that his guess was indeed correct.

"Then this Su Mei, if he is close to the martial arts conference, where can he be ranked?" Meng Zuo asked, he had only fought against such a person now, and he didn't know what the strength of the others was.

"Hmm...... It's not low, but it's not too high, I haven't played against him, and I don't know very well, but I guess it's about fifty to thirty. Qing Chong thought for a moment and replied cautiously.

"It's so low? Isn't there only three hundred people participating in the competition? Su Mei can only rank thirty at most. Meng Zuo was surprised.

"Although the number of participants is only three hundred, the number of people who have signed up is far more than three hundred! At least five or six thousand!" Qing Chong shook his head, "Before the martial arts conference, there will be a qualifier similar to the exam, although it is not a human competition, but the score will be calculated in the end, and the top three hundred can advance to the successful competition." ”

"Then don't I need foreign aid like ......?"

"How can you not use it, although you are a foreign aid, but you still represent our Shaolin Temple, as long as you sign up for the competition, you must be in the qualifiers. Qing Chong found that Meng Zuo didn't know anything about the martial arts conference, so he patiently explained, "But Meng Zuo, you are so powerful, the qualifiers will definitely not be a problem." ”

Looking at their confident gazes, Meng Zuo couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

In terms of physical strength, he is indeed fine, but if he wants to show martial arts and martial arts during the qualifiers, then he will not be dumbfounded?

He doesn't have any foundation in martial arts!

"I ...... Except for the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, there will be no other martial arts. Meng Zuo blushed and said this.

There's no way, you can't just hold on and not say it, in case you can't even enter the qualifiers by then, then won't you stop eating?

"Huh?"

All the disciples looked at Meng Zuo in amazement, and even Wen Xuan, who was silent, raised his head and looked at Meng Zuo with thoughtful eyes.

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