In the 198th round, the little grandmaster fought for the hero, and the robe array was difficult and high

As the balance of victory began to tilt towards the heroes of Dieyunguan, the people who closely followed the battle situation had greater and greater expectations for everyone, and the invincible mixed army of officials and bandits finally showed a trend of decline!

Ruo Ling, a young man from Shaolin Temple and known as the little master of the rivers and lakes, used his unique skill "robe to subdue demons" to restore the original crumbling ring instantly, which made all the heroes present excited, and also made a group of thieves tremble. In any case, in today's martial arts, the name of Shaolin is really too loud, many martial arts people dream of witnessing the demeanor of Shaolin monks, Shaolin Temple's broad and profound martial arts is how many heroes yearn for it, and now they can see it with their own eyes, and people finally understand what it is worthwhile.

Many onlookers even exclaimed:

"Mom, it's like a trick, such a big table is leveled in the blink of an eye!"

"It's amazing, he can bend and make him straight!

The cold-faced fast swordsman Nie Yu in the ring will not be holding it anymore, originally he came on stage to replace the cold moon Bai Ling Yu Zhishan who was physically exhausted, and by the way to help her breathe, but now that the goal has been achieved, Nie Yu just got off the donkey downhill....... Thank you Master Ruoling, in this case, this time will be handed over to Master Ruoling. After speaking, he jumped out of the ring and came to the corridor behind the stage, and all the heroes also came up to praise him, congratulating him on his victory, and the low-key fast swordsman only smiled slightly and saluted in return.

Xiao Youlong Qin Xi watched this indifferent and handsome fast swordsman sit in the corner of the corridor to rest without panic, and couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart, and said secretly: That's it, what a beautiful man who is too quiet and too capable, this mouth is really strict enough, but can you make Sister Zhishan tempted like this? If you two really get together, you must not freeze each other to death?

The banter in Qin Xi's heart didn't last long, and his attention quickly returned to the little grandmaster on the stage. When the young Shaolin monk stood still on the stage, the heroes found that Ruoling was not as open as he was when he showed his martial arts in the face of so many people in the audience.

"Amitabha, everyone..... The little monk is ...... It's polite!" After brewing for a while, Ruoling chanted the Dharma and finally opened her mouth. "There are so many heroes and teachers here today, it's really ...... It's really a feast for the little monk's eyes, and he can't even ask for a note, all Haihan, Haihan! haha......."

"Wow~" The men, women and children watching the battle in the audience laughed loudly and spoke in their hearts: What kind of fame has this little master made? Do you always come up to compete in martial arts or do you show off your ventriloquism?

“...... Hehe, this is a shame, forgive me. Maybe many of the heroes here don't know the little monk very well, Rong Xiaoseng first introduced himself, the little monk is from the Songshan Shaolin General Hospital, the law name Ruoling, this time it is to follow the two uncles to solve problems for the Oriental old-timers of the Stacked Cloud Temple. Just now, the little monk saw that the competition between General Zhang and Nie Shizhu of the recruiting army was really exciting, so he didn't know how much he could, and he also wanted to try on stage, but ah, the little monk is far from being as fast as Fang Cai's fast swordsman Nie Shizhu, if anyone in the audience wants to take the stage, you have to let me order, if the little monk loses too ugly, and when he looks back and sees my old teacher, he has to be scolded by his old man again......."

"Wow~" The audience leaned back and forth for a while, and even the heroes behind the stage were a little nervous, and they all laughed out loud, as soon as the box was opened, the little grandmaster was not so shy, it seemed that no one was on the stage anymore, and he was going to continue to break it.

The thieves in the audience will already be unable to stay, no longer need to look at that Si'an's face, these guys have long hated not to go on stage to find Dieyunguan desperately, however, the "robe to subdue demons" made by the little grandmaster has also shocked these people a lot, Ruoling's name, many of them have also heard of it, and undoubtedly want to make a move with the little grandmaster, these people also have to weigh their own catties and taels first.

Song Bohao, the head of the leading door who had not made much noise in the audience, came to the side of the Ten Thousand Poison Star Monarch Ling Kong Evil, lowered his voice and said: "Sect Master Ling, this little bald donkey's 'robe and demon subjugation' is not simple, from the point of view of the poor road, this ring has been tossed by him like this, I am afraid that there is another mystery, and if you want to go on the stage again, you have to be cautious." ”

That Ling Kong Evil didn't care much about it, listening to Song Bohao say this, his heart was also a little entangled, in addition to the appearance of the ring in front of him looked very peculiar, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, but this was the words of Shang Ren, he really couldn't help but listen to it, whether it was the status of the rivers and lakes or the cultivation of martial arts, Ling Kong Evil knew that this Song Bohao was above him, and he could take the initiative to suggest to himself, completely out of etiquette and respect. Today, his own people have been repeatedly frustrated on the stage, and they have even suffered defeats, and they have long had the intention to take the stage, but after Song Bohao said this, he didn't know what to do.

Interestingly, not every group of people present took Song Bohao's words seriously like volley evil, and Tang Wanling, who was chasing the wind with white faces, was amused when he heard it next to him, and secretly sneered: Hmph, isn't this head of the Song Sect frightened by the Stacked Cloud Concept? Or did he really suffer at the hands of the bald donkey of the Shaolin Temple? How much of a storm can a mere Ruoling set off? It just so happens that Lao Tzu and I have been waiting impatiently for a long time, and I gave up the opportunity to that Zheng Yinglan before, this time since you are not willing to go, the old man will not let it go!

Tang Wanling was about to step on the stage, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around him, and when he looked closely, he found that he was still half a beat slower, and someone had already stepped onto the stage one step ahead of him!

"Yo~Bah!Shaolin's little master, don't be humble!

Ruo Ling flashed his eyes and looked, but he saw the person, eight feet tall, broad shoulders, about fifty years old, looking like iron, wearing a nine-beam scarf, a golden hairpin, the top beam door was inlaid with a piece of jade, an ochre yellow sermon robe, the waist was tied with water and fire silk, hanging a sword, holding a dust, and a pair of cloud-stepping shoes under his feet.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be a senior senior of Wuji Gate, disrespectful and disrespectful! I can't imagine that the little monk has just arrived, and he can also alarm a swordsman-level figure like Gao Senior, it's really ashamed!" Ruoling folded his hands and saluted Gao.

"Hmph, Master Ruoling, polite words will be forgiven, Poor Dao is not here for you this time, I Wujimen and your Shaolin Temple have no grievances, and Poor Dao doesn't want to stretch out his hand with your junior, if you are interested, you should step down as soon as possible and go back to your Shaolin Academy, what Poor Dao is looking for is him Dongfang Zhengde and a person from Stacked Cloud Temple!" Wuji sneered.

"Hehe, the old swordsman Gao misunderstood, the little monk just made it clear and clear, today is here, it is on behalf of Shaolin to help the soldiers of the Stacked Cloud Temple, although the little monk is not very much, but since he has taken the stage, at least the sense of responsibility is still there, the old swordsman wants to find the heroes of the Stacked Cloud Temple, and he has to pass the little monk first. In the face of Gao Jin's contempt, Ruoling didn't care, and replied with a chuckle.

"You..... Okay, Poor Dao will take you first today, I want to learn your Shaolin tricks, take Hugh away, take over!" Before the words were finished, Wuji's hand flashed his wings and shook his palms to pounce on the little master.

For them, today's ring match was really bad, and the situation of repeated setbacks had already raised their thirst for victory to the extreme! Needless to say, Gao Jin, the master of the dignified Wuji Gate, has a status in the hearts of everyone, so it is a swordsman-level identity, and it is not a matter of being able to catch a mere little monk Ruoling? Tang Wanling and the others all opened their eyes, waiting to see how this iron-faced Wuji hand beat up the little Shaolin monk.

It's a pity that as soon as the battle situation on the stage began, Ling Kong Evil and the others all dropped their jaws in shock, but seeing that Gao Jin had not yet run three steps with a pair of iron palms, he stumbled under his feet for no reason, and almost lost his balance and fell headlong, Wuji's palms tightened, and he barely stood firm, but he saw that the robes laid at his feet rolled up and slammed towards him like a whale flicking its tail! Such a sudden blow made Gao Jin stunned, and hurriedly made a yellow dragon turn around to dodge. As soon as his body hit the ground, the other two robes at his feet were also rolled up and pulled straight over, Gao Jin tried to dodge, dodging one but was pulled on his left arm by the other, and immediately bared his teeth in pain and screamed strangely.

Wuji, who was chaotic and attacking, didn't dare to rush forward again, jumped to the edge of the stage with a false move, pointed at the little grandmaster and shouted angrily: "Ah! Little bald donkey, what kind of trick are you playing? You dare to plot against the old man?!"

"Hehe, let the seniors laugh, carving insect skills, not enough to worry about. Ruo Ling smiled indifferently, and stood in place, with his palms together, as if he had never moved, however, the little grandmaster Zhou's body was tight and neat, and there was a faint fighting spirit between his palms.

A group of heroes behind the stage also saw their spirits, and secretly picked their big fingers for the little grandmaster, and the head of the three elders on the river, Gai Yuntian, couldn't help but get together to the second Shaolin master

The side said excitedly: "What a trick 'Yangtze River Three Stacked Waves'! Ruoling's robe is really getting better and better!"

Seeing that his master and nephew were so dazzling, Master Huihai also nodded again and again, and exclaimed: "It's a pity...... The senior brother in charge is not here, if he can also see Ruoling's progress now, I really don't know how happy he is. ”

On the other hand, the audience was really boiling the pot, and Tang Wanling and the others, who were not impressed by the words of the Shangren Song Bohao, were really dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to do, and they heard Song Bohao shouting next to him:

"Oh no, this ring has been arranged into a battle formation by that little monk!

The Wuji hand on the stage can still listen to this, the old guy has already hit the top beam door, the air explosion even the liver and lungs, desperate to launch several rounds of offensives, but no matter how he flashes and moves on the stage, it is not close to Ruoling's body, these robes on the table really seem to be alive, under the control of the little grandmaster, sometimes like waves rolling in front of him, disturbed, From time to time, like a dragon monster python slamming at himself, nearly two pillars of incense have passed in the blink of an eye, and even though Wuji's hand is high enough to block left and right, he still sweats profusely, and his body was accidentally slapped several times by the robe, and even the robe was torn, so he had to look at the empty and jump out of the circle with a false move.

However, the little grandmaster didn't plan to give Gao Jin a chance to breathe anymore, and before the old guy could gain a firm foothold, he heard Ruoling shouting: "Old swordsman Gao, don't be so polite, the little monk has come to ask you for a few tricks!" With a bang, the fighting energy in Gao Jin's palm collided with the two rows of robes, and immediately smashed the robes.

It's a pity that this timely block did not get Gao Jin out of danger, and after only a moment, the dignified iron-faced Wuji hand realized that he was in big trouble, and the old guy secretly said in his heart: Oh no, the old man is really going to plant it in the hands of this little bald donkey today......

(End of chapter)