The masaki roller slid on the ground, and the robe on his body was dragged from gray to white. Fastest updates

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A group of red-robed monks applauded one after another, "Not bad, yes, it's really worthy of being our temple protector!"

?? As he turned around, he looked at one of the red-robed warrior monks, "Uncle Shi, what you just said, is it true!?"

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The red-robed warrior monk walked over and stroked Yiru's vest, "Don't worry, rest assured, when have you ever seen Uncle Shi not be trustworthy, but you can't relax, and then you have to practice more diligently, and strive for our Zen Xi Temple to defeat many strong people in the martial arts conference and become the first in the world, hahahaha..."

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Then the red-robed warrior monk's laughter was like choking on an egg, with a dry throat, like a wild duck hoarse with its mouth open in the reeds, and like a dolphin in the night sky that was rumming out of the sea, with a purring sound that almost spit out.

?? Within the vision of the red-robed warrior monk, Masaki propped his hands on the ground, and his whole body slowly stood up, making everyone without exception show the expression of swallowing a caterpillar.

?? I didn't expect that after receiving such a blow under Yiru's subordinates, there were still people who could stand up, and this gray-robed warrior monk was the first in history.

?? At this moment, he saw Masaki's expression, just like seeing a senior brother Yiyun, who may have the ability to defeat himself, he knows that the power contained in his fist can almost smash ten overlapping bricks through, that is the force that can break bones and tendons on anyone's body, this gray-robed warrior monk, his body will have such a strong ability to resist blows!

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The red-robed warrior monk who spoke just now took a step back, and suddenly appeared, he turned his head to look at the heavy drum on the gate of the Dharma Hall, and then turned his head to look at the gray-robed monk in front of him, and a shadow faintly climbed in his heart, which was a shadow that did not come out of anything, as if in his originally peaceful life, a group of aliens suddenly appeared to rob the earth, and he had not yet been able to accept such an event in his heart, the kind of psychological reaction that was still in the adaptation period.

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"What kind of person dares to beat the drum!" The door of the Dharma Hall opened, and the Tibetan Dharma stepped out, the golden robe on his body was quite dazzling in the sun.

?? Just as he was about to speak, at the gate of the Dharma Hall, on the wall, a number of figures appeared at the same time, including the eight methods of protecting the temple, as well as all kinds of warrior monks who rushed together after hearing the voice.

?“ It turned out to be you!?...??"

Masaki smiled softly and bowed gentlemanly.

??“ Host, here..."A red-robed warrior monk next to him was about to step forward to bite back on Zhengji, but was interrupted by a wave of his hand from Zangfa.

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"Guiyi, are you really sure?" Zangfa looked at the relaxed political discipline with a look of disbelief at all, and really didn't understand why this warrior monk, who had only been in the temple for more than two months, would maintain a relaxed demeanor under the watchful eyes of many masters here.

?? A figure appeared at the main entrance of the Dharma Hall, with a deep voice, like a devil rising from hell, "Guiyi is the drum you beat...?"

?? Masaki doesn't have to look back to know that this remark has a resentful voice, except for his own devilish boss, except for the instructor who changes tricks all day and night to rectify himself, and who else is the martial arts who will bring disaster to generations of people because he can't figure it out.

??“ You have finally come to this point, I am not mistaken, you are the same as that Jiekong, you are a wolf with ambitions, you will bite back at the most critical moment!" Jiewu took a step forward, and the momentum of his body suddenly surged up, "You don't regret it?"

?? Masaki looked at the crowd of people in the Dharma Hall, and there was no fluctuation in his heart, "Don't be so selfish, always use your own gains and losses to speculate on other people's thoughts, not only you have things that need to be protected." I have it too, and I have something to capture!"

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This is the first time that Zhengji has spoken to him so unceremoniously, this monk who usually talks a lot of nonsense and cheats, and now he will refute him in such a serious and reprimanding tone, so that he has not reflected his usual situation for a while.

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"What a whole bunch of truths... The final result is not the same!" Jiewu clenched his fists, and his eyes seemed to see when he was defeated by Jiekong a few years ago and had nothing, "It's not for my own status, my own selfish desires, and I'm willing to sacrifice others, including my best friend!"

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"It's not a selfish desire, it's a dream!" Masaki added simply and quickly, he felt that it was in vain to talk to this warrior monk now, and he had been carried away by hatred.

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"Qubble!" Jiewu spat out a mouthful of saliva, and the phlegm hit the ground like lightning, enveloping a large cloud of dust. "If the robbers can also be turned into rangers, then the matter between us can only be solved by force!"

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Masaki blew a sigh, "I don't know why we need to use force to solve anything here, in modern warfare, can the ability to fight alone solve any problem, you might as well try your marksmanship or tactics or something." ”

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"This is the rules handed down by the Zen Xi Temple through the generations, we are proficient in martial arts martial arts, but also with extraordinary skills of the special forces, in any respect, the Zen Xi Temple has the absolute right to speak, if you can not adapt to such rules, then you can also be a monk in the Zen Xi Temple at ease, for the rest of your life!

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"It's up to you to do such a promising thing, I'm afraid I'll leave here in a few days. Masatsu's tone was firm, with a majesty that was not provocative.

?? Jiewu clenched his fists, his knuckles crackled, until now, no amount of persuasion is in vain, the insistence of the two is different, the two have taken different paths, their lives, there has been a conflict, only rely on the strength in their hands to solve it, in addition, there is no better solution.

??“ Wait! You seem to have forgotten my existence, Uncle Martial Master! This guy seems to be mine!" Just like squinting at Jiewu and interrupting the words of the two, Jiewu has lost his original position because of his defeat in the Jiupin Master List many years ago, and has become an ordinary junior warrior monk instructor, so in the Zenxi Temple, just like this kind of warrior monk with a higher rank than Jiewu, he didn't put Jiewu in his eyes at all, if it weren't for his former status as a Jiupin master, he wouldn't even have the respect to call him uncle.

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Jiewu turned his head to look at Yiru, "If you want to go first, then I don't mind giving him up to you." But, please, this warrior monk is the best of my men!"

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Just like looking at the martial arts, and look at the political discipline, his face is full of contempt, in his eyes, the political discipline is more durable than usual, and there is nothing special about the others, the attack is not prominent, and the agility is not as fast as imagined, in short, the strength is mediocre, if he didn't have a light enemy at the beginning, maybe it's the political discipline that is lying down now.

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Just like his fists clenched, his body jumped slightly, and where he still looked like he was full of muscles, he was completely a very agile boxer, his left and right feet alternated with each other, stepping on the steps of boxing, and approaching Masaki.

??“ Son, I admit that you may be the most powerful junior warrior monk under our martial arts uncle, but please don't forget your identity as a junior warrior monk, you are only the lowest, I will use my iron fist to let you know what an elite is!" As with a light smile, it was like a commonplace story.

?? Zhengji was still motionless, and his eyes looked the same, like a puddle of secluded ponds above the Nine Springs, without half a wave. It is like the blue water on a sunny day, deep and natural. For an arrogant person, no words can stop him from continuing to be arrogant, only strength can keep him shut.

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As constantly approaching Masaki, the distance between the two has been pulled to a close, this is the best opportunity for anyone to miss, just like the legs bent and flicked, itself is like a predatory leopard, with the speed of tearing the air, towards Masaki Rapid approach, the last moment there is a distance of more than seven meters between the two, and the next moment a body like an iron tower suddenly appeared in front of Masaki, the speed made the red-robed warrior monks who had only seen it as slow as everyone was shocked.

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He also knows that when it comes to dealing with a monkey like Masaki, speed is the key.

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So this time it approached, and the speed was more than doubled.

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A bland punch with the force contained in it may be able to penetrate a concrete wall.

?? Masaki greeted him with both hands, but the speed was even higher than Yiru, his hands curled up into half palms, on Yiru's fist, and then the whole body suddenly had extremely uncoordinated hind legs, as if there was no strength, and the whole body retreated as a whole under the impact.

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Masaki's hind feet quickly, and his body slid forward when he retreated, not affected by the inertia of retreating before, there was no half-far-fetched taste, before everyone had time to see the back and forth clearly, Masaki had already broken into Yiru's defense, and the fist in his hand was imprinted on Yiru's abdomen, which was what he was looking for, and the only place he felt was that it was more fragile up and down his body.

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A loud noise came at this time, like a trembling sound like a drum, and the eyes of the surrounding onlookers were all locked on the expressionless Yiru, and then suddenly there was a change, Yiru gradually became distorted and painful from expressionless, saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth, like a child without IQ, and his hands were also hugged back from the residual curling action of the strike, covering his abdomen, and his face was full of incredulity.

ps: Just because I took a look at you in the crowd, I met my first love today, and I feel that my spring is coming

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