Chapter 1062 of the main text, the First World War

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Chapter 1062: The First World War

Ye Zixuan didn't know where Long Po Pan was sacred, but Long Qiuhui and Steve knew very well.

Luang Po Pan, Thailand's first demon monk, has his own faction in many religions in Thailand, not only looks as fierce as Shura, but also his daily behavior is often despised by the mainstream society, the most outrageous thing is that he once used baby to boil corpse oil to pour Buddha cards, and also made people make a video to circulate, causing the World Children's Association to issue six consecutive scoldings.

It's just that although he has done a lot of evil things, he has never been punished as he should be, but he is very popular in Thailand, not only has his own faction, with temples, fields and disciples, many Southeast Asian magnates have also found him to open his light, and today, he has gone to the extreme on the evil road, becoming one of the seven suzerains of Thailand, and is also known as the first demon monk.

Long Qiuhui also knew that in addition to being proficient in brainwashing, he was also the vice president of the Muay Thai Association, and his skills were quite perverted.

Various intelligence shows that Long Po Pan is worthy of the title of the first demon monk, and he is more aggressive and lethal than opponents of the same level.

Thinking of this, Long Qiuhui gently tugged at Ye Zixuan's sleeve: "Zixuan, Long Po Pan is not simple. ”

"It's okay, I'm measured."

Ye Zixuan patted the back of Long Qiuhui's hand with a smile, and said with a touch of confidence on his face: "This battle is inevitable, so let's fight to the end." He knew very well in his heart that the king of Thailand would not throw out a person to fight for no reason, he must have something to rely on to gamble like this, and the king of Thailand cleverly removed himself and him from the game to increase the chances of winning.

In Long Qiuhui's frowning worry, Steve and Ronald also had complicated expressions, looking at the stubborn King of Thailand in annoyance, while thinking about how to protect Ye Zixuan.

For them, Ye Zixuan's survival is more important than anything else, just looking at the gloomy expression of the King of Thailand, they dispersed to advise, this is the palace is the territory of the King of Thailand, the other party has hundreds of guns, and they are really going to fall out, but they are afraid that all of them will not be able to go out, so they can only endure it at the moment, and at the same time take out their mobile phones and call their companions to come over to help.

They always have to gamble on the future.

At this time, the King of Thailand was staring at Ye Zixuan with sharp eyes, he knew that Long Po Pan's terrifying combat power, not only was his speed and strength not lost to him, Long Po Pan's battle was equivalent to his King of Thailand's battle, he had a similar general to himself, but Ye Zixuan could not find the same good player, the King of Thailand did not believe that Ye Gong would have a second Ye Zixuan.

As long as there is no second Ye Zixuan, he will be ninety percent sure of today's battle.

Thinking of this, the King of Thailand straightened his body and pointed at Ye Zixuan: "Ye Shao, did you decide to fight?" If so, I'll give you five hours to find someone, and I'll have someone prepare a life and death report in black and white, Steve, Ronald and Miss Long are witnesses, and I'll invite some Thai dignitaries as an audience, do you have any questions? ”

Ye Zixuan took a step forward and said: "King of Thailand, you have put on a posture of being killed, and you don't even give face to Steve and Mr. Ronald, can I not promise you a fight?" Just do as you say, five hours later, that is, at half past three in the afternoon, we will settle the battle and not only break the grievances between you and me, but also the disputes on the front line. ”

The King of Thailand patted the seat: "Happy!" That's it. ”

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the boxing room of the Thai Royal Palace, the crowd is like weaving, this is the special venue for the King of Thailand to usually practice boxing and kicks, covering an extremely wide area, can accommodate about 300 people, the dome is also five stories high, standing in the middle of the ring you can see the blue sky overhead, the King of Thailand is usually tired of practice, he will fall on the carpet, looking at the sky in a daze for half an hour.

It's just that the king of Thailand is not in much mood to enjoy the scenery at the moment, sitting in the best position, he glanced at the invited guests, not much, a hundred people, but one by one, either rich or expensive, there are Thai magnates, there are ambassadors to Thailand, and there are high-ranking monks, occupying the first five rows of positions, there is no shouting noise of the people in the market, but there is still a trace of excitement.

After all, this battle is not only to solve the personal grievances between the King of Thailand and Ye Zixuan, but also related to the war on the front line, and it is also a martial arts competition between China and Thailand.

At a quarter past three, a monk with more than a dozen scars on his face was led by the palace guards to the area where the King of Thailand was, the King of Thailand got up and greeted him with a smile, and several beautiful women immediately sent tea and snacks, with panic and jealousy on their faces.

Seeing the aura of Long Po Banner's presence, the atmosphere of the scene was instantly ignited, and everyone couldn't help but look at the scar monk, and several women couldn't help but gasp.

The first time they saw Long Po Pan, they understood what it meant to be hateful, forty years old, with a huge head, mottled face, scars, a lot of patterns carved on their necks and arms, even scriptures on the top of their heads, plus narrow eyes, bulging horizontal flesh, and thick lips, which made them jealous from the bottom of their hearts.

No one talked about it, and they didn't dare to talk about it, at most they nodded their heads, and the scene became even more deadly.

After greeting the King of Thailand, Long Po Banner ignored everyone's gaze, sat cross-legged on the sofa next to the King of Thailand, his expression was as cold as ever, there was no human emotion in his eyes, just staring at the ring shrouded in lights, at this moment, it seemed that all the surrounding Qiē had left him, and he only had the upcoming battle in his heart.

"Master, today, no matter what, we must not let the Ye Palace people leave the ring alive."

The King of Thailand saw Long Po Man sitting there with an indifferent expression, and his eyes flashed with appreciation for his concentration, and then he whispered an admonition: "Ye Palace will be defeated." ”

Long Powan didn't look at the King of Thailand, but slowly closed his eyes, and his voice gave people an eerie feeling: "The King of Thailand is relieved, God blocks and kills God, and ghosts block and kills ghosts." ”

"The people who fight against me will only want to die, not live."

Feeling the confidence and domineering exuded in Long Po Wan's tone, the King of Thailand nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, just wait for Master Shenwei today." ”

Then swept the central seat Steve, Ronald and Long Qiuhui and others, the latter called many heavyweights to resolve the battle, but unfortunately the King of Thailand did not give them a chance at all, and directly arranged all those Western ambassadors in the notary seats, and at the same time put on a tough posture to gag their mouths, this battle is imperative.

After the King of Thailand drank two glasses of red wine, the originally dead audience had a touch of whispering, and many people looked at the entrance of the passage.

Following their gaze, the King of Thailand could clearly see a group of people coming at the entrance.

The leader is Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan was as handsome and shining as ever, and it lit up instantly in everyone's eyes, making many ladies and celebrities sit up straight, their eyes flashing with a touch of beauty, it was too small and fresh meat, and the youthful ones were about to drip water, but the straight body made him flow with masculinity, a sense of rigidity and softness, which made many people difficult to breathe.

Ye Zixuan didn't care about everyone's eyes, smiled faintly at the King of Thailand and Long Qiuhui, and then walked straight to the position left on the left, followed by the coffin board and Kong Xiaohan, the two of them were black and white, and even the cloth shoes under their feet were black and white, and they followed Ye Zixuan without saying a word, like two untouchable killing gods.

Behind them were a group of young people, all of whom had indifferent faces and indifferent eyes, and the aura on their bodies gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

Looking at Ye Zixuan and them, Long Qiuhui's expression was both relieved and a little dignified.

Contrary to Long Qiuhui's expression, Steve and Ronald beside him had a little more curiosity on their faces, and they wanted to see if they won or lost.

"Ye Zixuan, here?"

As soon as they sat down in Ye Zixuan, the King of Thailand picked up the microphone and shouted: "We have finished what we should say, and the life and death certificate that should be signed has also been signed." ”

"Let's stop talking nonsense and send someone to fight directly."

He pointed at Long Po Pan, who slowly opened his eyes: "As long as the people you send can win against the master, you can take the full lottery and leave." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the palace."

At this time, a referee and host, while talking about mobilizing the atmosphere, bowed to the spectators: "I believe that today's decisive battle will be very exciting and exciting!" ”

When the applause rang out, the referee suddenly raised his voice: "Now, let's welcome Master Luang Po Hat." ”

In his introduction, the monk robe, carrying a Zen staff, slowly walked to the ring.

Under the light, his expression was as cold as ice, and his cloth shoes were on the floor, barely making any sound.

One person, one Zen staff.

He was like a wicked man of the ninth generation, and the hideous and terrifying chill centered on his body and began to slowly spread around, making the dead silence of the scene even more depressing.

Almost all of them subconsciously lowered their heads after seeing Long Po Banner appear, not daring to look into the latter's corpse-like eyes.

Even, some spectators who were closer to the ring felt the breath on Long Powan's body, and their breathing became a little short, and their faces turned pale.

And in the ring, the referee was like falling into an ice cave, seeing Long Po Banner approaching, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his legs were weak, and cold sweat seeped out of his forehead uncontrollably.

"The one who stood in the ring with me, die!"

Unconsciously, Long Po came to the referee's side and snorted softly: "Get down." ”

The referee's body shook slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop moving, and then he whispered: "Master, I was arranged by the King of Thailand-"

"Bang!"

Without the slightest nonsense, Long Popan kicked the referee, and the referee fell from the ring with a bang, crashing in front of Ye Zixuan like a big stupid chicken.

The back collapsed and the head blossomed.

"Pounce!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the referee died.

The sudden scene surprised everyone present, and many women let out a scream: "Ah-"

No one expected Long Po Pan to be so arrogant, and everyone's eyes were full of fear when they looked at Long Po Pan.

However, some people in the King of Thailand were very calm, and seemed to be accustomed to the style of Long Popan, waving his hand to let the body be carried away.

Ye Zixuan is also very breezy and doesn't care about the opponent's performance at all.

At this moment, Long Popan stood on the stage alone, and shouted with a Zen staff to Ye Zixuan: "Come up." ”

His expression was as hideous as a demon from hell, and he was murderous.

When Long Qiuhui added another point solemnly, the King of Thailand tapped his finger on the coffee table: "Ye Shao, which master do you send to fight?" ”

"Master? King of Thailand, is your taste too low? An evil monk, you actually call yourself a master? ”

Ye Zixuan took a bottle of purified water that he brought, ignoring the increasingly angry expressions of the King of Thailand and Long Po Pan: "Such a scumbag, I don't need to hire a master to fight at all, just find a dog and a cat to trample him to death." In everyone's field of vision, he pointed a little at the penultimate Ye Gong disciple: "That one, go and kill the old evil monk." ”

The named Ye Gong disciple stepped forward, it was Tang Xueyi.

He walked towards the ring step by step, slowly, but steadily, calmly, with a black aura all over his body, in the shadows, as if he was one with the darkness.

He still had a knife in his hand, but no one looked at it, because he was more like a knife himself.

The King of Thailand's arrogance instantly cooled down by three points