Duhan Mir was stunned when he heard the Borneo monk say that he wanted to see blood, but he didn't expect his master to be even more ruthless than him, and the meaning of his words was to severely damage the Wuji Temple or destroy the Wuji Temple more directly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Master, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to do this, after all, we are outsiders, and I'm afraid it's unreasonable to do such a radical thing on other people's territory."

The Borneo monk snorted coldly and said: "Excesses, what is excesses, don't forget the purpose of our coming, not to mention that these Central Plains people dare to insult the people of our Borneo Temple, how can I let him go so cheaply!" ”

I heard that Kunlun Zi is a well-known figure in the Central Plains martial arts, I'm afraid he won't be so easy to deal with! ”

"Famous? So what, he is only famous in the Central Plains, but he is the number one master of the Western Regions as a teacher, a dignified protector of the country, I will be afraid of an old Taoist priest? ”

Duhan Mir wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say anything when he saw that the Borneo monk was so confident. His worries were justified, because he had fought with Ruyan and Linglong, although they had the upper hand, they were two girls after all, and Linglong was still a child, so he was really a little worried that the two of them could fight him to a draw.

Time passed quickly, and it was past noon in a blink of an eye, and many people who entered the incense did not leave, in order to see the excitement, and also wanted to see how these arrogant monks from the Western Regions made a fool of themselves.

Kunlunzi led everyone to the altar of earth located behind the Wuji Temple, a vacant space covered with bluestone slabs, surrounded by steel wire mesh, and weapon racks on both sides.

Someone had already put up tables, chairs and benches in the altar of the earth, Kunlunzi took Gongsun Yunliang and others and the Taoist priest of Wujiguan to sit in the east, and the Borneo monk took Duhan Mir and other disciples to sit in the west, and the other ordinary people who watched the excitement formed a circle, leaving an open space in the middle, that is, the place of competition.

Kunlunzi walked to the center of the altar of earth, waved the dust in his hand, and recited the Dharma name: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Master Brahma, I have set up the field, I don't know what kind of competition method you and I have?" ”

The Borneo monk smiled, stood up, folded his hands and said, "Lord Kunlun, this is your Taoist temple, and you should make the rules!" ”

"Master Borneo, you proposed the competition, as for this rule, I think you should decide."

The Borneo monk no longer pretended to be fake, and said with a slight smile: "Since the Lord has such good intentions, the poor monk will no longer refuse." The poor monk believes that since it is a competition, it should be divided into a high and low winner, and the two sides can come to the stage on their own or be named by the surname, of course, if he is not happy to point to whom, then there is no need to force it, until one of you and I decides to admit defeat, then the competition is over, I don't know this, what does the Kunlun Guan Master think? ”

Kunlunzi nodded, thinking that it was a reasonable rule, but the next paragraph of the Borneo monk made him feel very dissatisfied.

"Kunlun Viewer, the so-called competition is to divide the upper and lower levels, if one side is injured or accidentally died, don't hold the other party responsible, you can only blame him for his inferior skills, I don't know this, what does the Kunlun Viewer think?"

Kunlunzi frowned when he heard this, and his heart was extremely unhappy, "Master Borneo, you and I are both monks, if you really make a mistake, you are ashamed of our ancestor!" ”

"Huh...... No, no, no, Kunlun Lord, you and I have already agreed, only in this way is our competition interesting, besides, I don't mean that you have to fight to the death, what I'm saying is that if an accident happens, in order to take into account all the factors, I must make it clear to the Kunlun Lord! ”

Kunlun Zi secretly scolded the Borneo monk in his heart, if it weren't for his age and status, he would have abolished this unscrupulous monk a long time ago. But now he is the master of the infinite view and the master of the Buddha's light sword, and his status is too high, and these factors restrain him from being impulsive.

"Since this is the case, then the poor way is according to the will of the master of Borna, and I ask the master's subordinates to show mercy." After speaking, Kunlunzi turned around and returned to the east stand. The Borneo monk smiled wickedly and returned to his seat.

After all the preparations are completed, the competition officially begins. From the west stand jumped up a fat monk, this monk is not only fat, but also taller than ordinary people, brown and red skin, half-naked upper body, a fierce face, bald head and hairless, fat head and big ears, looking like a hill from a distance, every step on the ground will make a banging sound, empty-handed, no weapons, but the left and right wrists are each set of eight copper rings, both hands moved, the copper rings will make a tinkling sound.

"Little monk Arul, I don't know which master is competing with the little monk." The sound was like a bell, and the whole altar of the earth buzzed, and anyone who went up was much shorter than him.

Kunlun Zi looked at his disciples and grandchildren, and said in a loud voice: "Which one is willing to fight this master?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a spirited young man jumped out from behind the crowd, not very old, a few years younger than Lang Li, with a medium stature, and a plain white robe that looked extraordinarily energetic. The man came to Kunlunzi, bent down to salute, and said, "Master, I am willing to fight this great monk." ”

Kunlun Zi frowned slightly when he saw the visitor: "Qingyu, this great monk is not an idle person, are you sure you want to fight him?" ”

Qingyu smiled slightly: "Master, please rest assured, the disciple knows in his heart, even if he can't fight, he won't have to worry about his life." ”

After that, before Kunlunzi nodded, Qingyu jumped in front of Monk Arur. smiled lightly: "Great monk, the trail is polite." ”

Arul sneered, didn't put Qingyu's "little short" in his eyes at all, pouted, and looked down on him.

The low voice is even more affectionate, "Is there no one in your Central Plains, send you to fight against me, I see that your milk teeth have not yet retreated, you will be on the stage and shout, the little monk has the virtue of a good life, hurry back, change to a fighter, don't die on the stage, others will laugh at me Alur bullying children, haha......"

Alur was extremely arrogant, and his anger was abrupt, but he naturally smiled on his face, "Master, you are wrong about one thing, we have a lot of capable people in the Central Plains, and I am the most inconspicuous one. ”

When Arul heard this, his thick eyebrows rose, his arms swayed, and the copper rings jingled, "Little doll who doesn't know whether to live or die, you are looking for death!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his right palm, buzzed, and struck at the door of Qingyu's face, Qingyu was unhurried, dodged his head, slipped to the left side of Alur, stretched out his right foot, and kicked on Alur's calf.

Boom......

Qingyu's kick was fast and powerful, but the kick on Alur's leg was like kicking on the wall, and after kicking a few times in a row, Arur didn't move at all, so he stood in place and let Qingyu kick.

"Haha...... Doll, are you not breastfeeding? How to tickle me! ”

As he spoke, his palms slapped down like a mountain, and Qingyu didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly retreated and left the range of Arur's attack.

In just a few photos, Qingyu cold sweat flowed down, it seems that this Alur has grown a body of flesh, and his body strength is not lost, if he is slapped by him, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die. Thinking of this, Qingyu changed his fighting style, since his strength could not withstand him, then use clever tricks to win him.

Thinking of this, Qingyu strengthened the soles of his feet, ran around Arul quickly, and gave him a shot while he was not paying attention, so that he could not only hurt him, but also avoid being hit by his giant palm.

Qingyu kept running, making Arur confused, with his size, he was by no means Qingyu's opponent in terms of speed, but there was nothing he could do. The angry Arul Wow Wow screamed, eager to grab Qingyu and tear him apart.

However, anyone who keeps running like this will get tired, let alone Qingyu at a young age, not only that, every time he attacks, he can't do substantial damage at all, let alone hit him. If he is tired, the consequences can be imagined, and Arul's giant palm will never let go of himself.

How is this good, Qingyu was anxious for a while. Kunlun Zi next to him also pinched a handful of sweat for him, Qingyu is the youngest of his apprentices and grandchildren of the Qing generation, and it is also the one he likes more, he really doesn't want him to have any accidents, but he can't beat Alur for a long time, Kunlun Zi is also in a hurry, there is no way.

Qingyu ran while thinking in his heart, judging from Alur's kung fu, he should practice foreign hard skills, if there is no strong internal force, it is impossible to impress him, he is young, the internal force is there, but it is not strong enough to break the hard skills, however, I have heard the master say that people who practice hard skills have two weaknesses, one is the eyes, and the other is the throat, as long as he hits these two parts, even if he has strong hard skills, he can't resist them.

Thinking of this, Qingyu was overjoyed, went around behind Alur, and kicked Alur in the back of the waist fiercely, the latter turned around sharply, found that there was no one, and was fooled in the secret way in his heart, and hurriedly turned around, and saw that there was still no one, just when he was surprised, Qingyu quietly rushed over from his left side, stretched out a single palm, and ran towards Arul's throat is a knife.

Alur was already big, and it was too late for him to react, this palm hit his throat, he covered his throat with his hand, and grabbed Qingyu's collar with the other hand, raised it high, and was about to fall Qingyu to death, but his throat was too painful, so his strength was discounted, and his right hand was taken off, and Qingyu flew out, a beautiful churn in the air, standing firmly on the ground.

Arul covered his neck, his face was red, his eyes were even redder, and when he saw Qingyu's smiling appearance, his heart was even more angry.

"Huh...... Great monk, concede! After speaking, Qingyu clenched his fists and turned around to leave. How could Arul let him go like this, his eyes red, and the brass rings tinkling......