On the fifth day of October in the Jiuding calendar, ten o'clock in the morning.

Shaolin Temple in Minzhongshan, Lingnan, in the valley more than a mile away from the back wall of the temple, within the tall tree wall, there are crowds of people, but they are silent, and they are surprisingly quiet.

At this time, the people present have already participated in the Christmas incense ceremony of the ancestor of Bodhidharma, and turned to the back mountain to watch the first event of martial arts - the leader of the beggar gang decisive battle Shaolin King Kong Demon Circle!

The weather changed from yesterday's sunny day, and it was gloomy to death. The canopy is low, and the wind and clouds change color.

The three tall pine trees are in the shape of a zigzag and are displayed in front of everyone's eyes. Twenty meters outside the three trees, several cordons have been set up, guarded by Shaolin monks, and no one is allowed to enter.

Outside the cordon, many cameras have been set up in all directions, east, west, north and south, and the young entertainers are busy adjusting the lenses.

A little to the north, there is a one-meter-high rostrum. The head of Wudang, Tianfeng Daochang, the head of Emei, and Ruoshi, the head of Wing Chun, are already sitting under the parasol.

On both sides of the rostrum, there is a vice-chairman's table, and on the right hand side is the seat of the beggar gang, sitting He Qingzhi, Hua Feiying, Mo Xiaohan and others. Although there were seats, Liu Mingzhi, Lan Duxue and others were standing behind He Qingzhi. On the left hand side is the seat of Shaolin, where the abbot of Shaolin in the north and south sits, and people such as Nengren and Nengfu.

He Qingzhi looked nervous, her eyes stared at Su Can in the field, but her hands were tightly holding Hua Feiying's arm.

Between the three trees, Su Can stuck a dog stick in his back, and stood with the jade tree facing the wind with his hands, his face was plain and peaceful, not at all like a person who came to compete in martial arts.

In the hollow of the three pine trees, an old monk sits upright, with a withered face and bones, and he can't tell how old he is. The strange thing is that these three faces are exactly the same, and the eyebrows, eyes and beards are the same.

According to the introduction of Nengren, the old monk in the tree cave in the south is called Sadness, the old monk in the northeast is Sad, and the one in the northwest is Sad. The three elders sat with their eyes stared, and there was no joy or sorrow on their faces, as if they had settled down.

On the podium, the three judges looked at each other. Tianfeng Lao Dao stood up, glanced around with his eyes, and said with his fists clenched: "Su Can, the leader of the beggar gang, is now challenging the Shaolin King Kong Demon Circle." Before the competition, I would like to announce the rules of the competition. ”

The crowd around looked at it together, and the field was quieter, only the wind was quiet.

"There is no time limit for this competition. Until one side concedes defeat, or the three judges unanimously decide that one side wins. Considering that they are both in the same line of martial arts, it is not suitable for life and death to fight, so it was decided that every three hours, both sides of the competition can rest for half an hour, drink tea and eat to supplement nutrition. During the break time, the gong is struck on the rostrum, and as soon as the gong sounds, the two sides immediately stop and are not allowed to continue attacking. ”

"If the contest is held at night, it is still impossible to tell the winner. According to the consultation between the two sides of the competition, it will be decided whether to fight again tomorrow or fight at night. Daoist Tianfeng paused, and said word by word:

"Now I declare: the contest will begin immediately-!"

With a gong sound, the old monk in the tree hole in the south opened his eyes suddenly, and with a shake of his hand, a long black rope attacked Su Can from behind!

The long rope is more than a zhang, and the momentum is extremely fast, but there is no trace of wind to hear, and the end is weird.

Su Can's back was south and north, and he suddenly felt a slight abnormality in the airflow behind him, and there was no warning in advance of this attack, and when he was startled, he immediately rolled away on the ground, only to feel that the long rope swept across his face, not more than half a foot away, and it was already extremely dangerous!

He rolled out more than a foot, and before he could get up, another black rope was pointed at his chest. The black cord turned into a straight blade, like a spear, like a rod, and stabbed at it.

At the same time, the other two black ropes were also wrapped around from the left and right, as fast as lightning.

Seeing that the strange blades of the three elders of Shaolin were extremely powerful, and he was in trouble at this moment, Su Can was even more frightened.

At this time, it was too late to pull out the dog-beating stick behind him, Su Can flipped his left hand and grabbed the black rope that came from his chest. Just as he was trying to grab it, he suddenly felt that the long rope shook, and a mountain of internal strength hit his chest. Su Can didn't expect this old monk's internal strength to be so powerful, it seems that the three old guys left their spare strength last night, otherwise he would never have left safely with Hua Feiying.

Su Can understood that as long as this internal strength was realized, his ribs would be broken and his internal organs would be shattered on the spot. At the critical moment, he didn't have time to think about it, in this moment of lightning and fire, his right hand waved back, pushed away the two black ropes that came from behind, and his left hand was on the ground.

"Huh!"

The three elders of Shaolin exclaimed at the same time, they didn't expect that Su Can would be able to dodge this fatal blow when there was no room for it. At that moment, the three monks did not hesitate, and with a flick of their wrists, the three black ropes rose sharply like three ink dragons with teeth and claws, and pounced on Su Can in mid-air from three sides.

Seeing that the three black ropes were about to roll up, Su Can had already pulled out the dog-beating stick behind him in mid-air, and the head of the stick was pulled left and right, rolled and entangled, and with the strength of the three of them, the three black ropes had been rolled together. This kung fu is changed from the word wrapping and introduction of the dog stick, and the strength is round, and the internal strength carried on the three black ropes is immediately pulled into a ball.

Dodging this thrilling blow, Su Can somersaulted in mid-air, hooked his left foot on the branch of the pine tree on his head, and his body was already stable. The branches of the pine tree rose and fell like waves under his feet, and Su Can stood steadily, his body elegant.

Although he escaped in embarrassment just now, Su Can was condescending at the moment, and in the eyes of the onlookers, he was not at all inferior.

The thunderous cheers all around, one after another!

Not to mention that many of the audience are laymen, even if it is the Tianfeng Taoist on the rostrum, the three peerless masters, and all the masters of the beggar gang Shaolin, they are used to walking the rivers and lakes, but where have they ever seen such a thrilling competition? !

He Qingzhi covered her mouth and looked at Su Can with wide eyes, as if she had been stupefied by the scene just now. The flower flying shadow beside her, and the blue twilight snow behind Hong Ziyun all looked solemn and looked at the scene intently.

Hong Jiu's hands clucked into fists, and he couldn't wait to jump into the door immediately to help the helper. Mo Xiaohan and Liu Mingzhi looked at the six roads, sweeping around from time to time.

The three elders of Shaolin noticed that the black rope was entangled with each other by Su Can's internal strength, and with a shake of his backhand, the three long ropes were separated.

The three moves and nine styles used by Beitian and the others just now, each of which hides dozens of moves and dozens of killers. Unexpectedly, Su Can actually relied on the dog beating stick to dissolve these three moves and nine styles one by one, although each style was extremely dangerous when it was resolved, and the slightest difference was that the muscles and bones were broken, and the disaster of losing his life and death, he still seemed to be swaying freely and facing the danger as if he were walking on the ground. The three of them had never encountered such a demonic opponent in their lives, and they were all shocked.

The three elders of Shaolin didn't know that Su Can had resolved these three moves and nine styles, and he had already tried his best to make the greatest cultivation, and at this moment, he was taking advantage of the ups and downs of the pine branches to secretly adjust the aura that had become a mess in the dantian.

Su Can on the top of the tree was also secretly frightened. Last night, I explored this formation at night, and found that although the internal force of the three elders of Shaolin was strong, it had never reached such a terrifying level, how could the internal force of these three old guys grow by leaps and bounds overnight? Don't...... These people take Shaolin Da Huan Dan and strengthen themselves to improve their internal strength?

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Beitian said a Buddha call, and the long rope in his hand rolled up again.

"My Buddha is compassionate ......!" The sad and sad people responded at the same time, and each waved a long rope to wrap around Su Can again.

Su Can's body sank, and he jumped down from between the three black ropes, his feet had not yet touched the ground, and his body shape had changed in mid-air, and he pounced on the sad old monk on the northeast side.

The tragic man didn't have time to retreat the long rope, his left palm stood up, and he flipped out suddenly, and a strong wind struck Su Can's lower abdomen.

Su Can turned around and unleashed his strength, avoiding the palm power of this palm with a heavenly remnant step. At this time, the two black ropes of the sad sky and the sad world were rolled up at the same time.

Su Can changed his steps again, and he turned around half a circle. The sad man swung his left palm violently, and he had already hit him silently.

"Open!" Su Can saw the move between the three pine trees, shouted angrily, and slashed out with a palm of the sad man, and the handful of pine needles that he had just torn off in the palm of his hand flew towards the sad old monk with a strong wind!

The sad old monk never expected that Su Can would also release a hidden weapon, and eagerly turned his head sideways to avoid sweeping with his palm, but there were more than a dozen pine hairs pierced into his face, and he couldn't help but twitch in pain, and with an angry shout:

"The kid is looking for death-!" (To be continued.) )