"The young man is lustful, that's the surname of heaven, the old man is lustful, that's the **surname, I can't see it the most**!"

After the evil boy Remnant Hua threw down this sentence, the fan was closed, and in the complicated eyes of everyone, he walked back to the stage leisurely, and stood with Tang Ding, the winner of the first game.

After the end of the second game, there was a short rest at the scene, mainly to collect the corpse and clean up the scene, after all, the competition is nominally a competition, but after all, it is a great joy, a person died suddenly, the corpse was on the spot, blood was splashed five steps, and there was a lot of bad scenery.

After that, the No. 3 flower monk came on the field, and he played against No. 8 Gao Ze, thinking of the other party's golden bell jar that was as hard as a turtle shell, he was not careless, and quietly condensed the water spirit sword into shape, holding it in his hand, in order not to arouse the covetousness of others, he asked the little fat fish to make the luster on the sword a little dull, don't be like the artifact in the game, too dazzling.

As a result, the little fat fish who got the order quickly disguised the extremely sharp water spirit sword as a rusty iron sword, which made people have a toothache to watch, and Gao Ze didn't know how this thing was tossed.

"Amitabha!" After Monk Hua stood still on the stage, he said hello to Gao Ze.

"Now, can you all be monks during the day and grooms at night, will the Buddha agree?" Gao Ze saw this bald man with a glowing head, and he also came to fight the idea of the goddess, and he was a little hiccup in his heart, and he didn't speak very politely.

"There are three thousand Buddhas, and there are all kinds of them, and the poor monks practice Zen of joy!" Monk Hua said calmly.

"What a sin!" Gao Ze sighed.

Monk Hua was puzzled and asked, "What is the crime?" ”

"Because, I'm about to beat the monk, I hope the Buddha won't mind!" Gao Ze said seriously.

The conversation between the two did not deliberately lower their voices, and after hearing Gao Ze's words, there was a burst of laughter at the scene, and even the bigwigs sitting on the high platform couldn't help but be handsome.

"This style of speech is a bit like my son who doesn't do his job." Hearing these words and voices, Gao Tian's heart suddenly sudden, and he quickly glanced at it, and the more he looked, the more it looked, the more it looked. Although he was wearing a hat and covering his mask, his eyes were blazing and real.

However, he hesitated a little in his heart, his son, who is said to have entered the mystery bureau, when did he learn such a wonderful footwork? That's the legendary water floating, listening to Zhou Lao, without ten years of hard training, you will definitely not be able to practice. Thinking of this, he felt that this person's temperament was not very similar to his son.

After the laughter ended, the game also began, Gao Ze's terrifying body made the flower monk quite jealous, therefore, as soon as the game began, for the sake of prudence, he immediately ran the golden bell jar, and the whole person was like a big bell, standing in place, sturdy and unbreakable.

Seeing that the other party was ready to be beaten, Gao Ze's heart also became hot, this is the most prestigious defensive skill in the legend, so he flew up and kicked the big face of the flower monk, as a result, the other party did not dodge or dodge, and let him kick this kick firmly.

"Apoof", a huge rebound force came from the footsteps, Gao Ze was caught off guard, and the blood surged upward, spurting out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and even the mask on his mouth flew away, like a sanitary napkin, crookedly on the face of the flower monk, which caused a burst of laughter.

"No wonder Sun Ying will be injured, the stronger the attack, the greater the reaction force, it seems that it has been strengthened!" Gao Ze saw the footprints and blood mask on the other party's face, and he was also happy, and said: "You can scatter your work, sort out your image, don't worry, I won't take the opportunity to make a move." ”

With that, he took a step back as a gesture of friendship.

Monk Hua smiled and said nothing, ignoring the footprints and blood stains on his face, nor responding to Gao Ze's words, and continued to stand in place, immovable.

"It seems that when you are lucky, you can't speak." Gao Ze found out one of the other party's weaknesses again, and then, he lifted the Water Spirit Sword disguised as an ordinary iron sword, walked over, kept a certain safe distance, and began to chop watermelons, no, it was to chop the monk.

The first sword, he slashed the head of the flower monk, the force was very light, cutting out a faint white mark, which quickly disappeared, and the water spirit sword was also bounced into the air, shaking his wrist numb, and he almost got out of his hand.

The second sword, he stabbed into the chest of the flower monk, using lighter force, this time, he controlled the shock well, but it is estimated that not even the marks were cut.

The third sword, he slashed at the opponent's waist, and the force was also very light, so naturally there was no big problem.

The scene was dead silent, and even the atmosphere did not dare to come out, everyone looked patiently for a while, and found that Gao Ze was just there to test on a small scale, poking all the way, quite puzzled, and at the same time, he was also a little disdainful, too careful.

"Fool, the golden bell jar is so easy to break, you need to find a way from the inside." In the crowd, Wang Shaoqing, the poisonous son who had inexplicably suffered defeat in Gao Ze's hands, saw that No. 8 was there and tried repeatedly, and said coldly.

The reason why he is still here is that he wants to find some opportunities, and secondly, he has the same mind as Guo Yidao, wanting to see No. 8 lose his ugliness and be beaten up by others, so as to calm his heart.

At this time, Gao Ze's heart was peaceful, and he kept trying to attack, trying to find out the weak parts of Monk Hua's body, but he found that the elasticity of every part of this thing's body was about the same, even the Dan Dan part was very strong, and Jing Ran had no weaknesses.

"Young people are in trouble, the golden bell jar is indeed not easy to break!" On the stage, Zhou Lao commented in a timely manner, because, at this time, the audience's surname has already been almost consumed, and there are boos.

As a local tyrant, there are not a few things that Gao Ze is booed, although these boos are magnificent, connected, and embattled, but he is unmoved, and he is still looking for his own opportunity.

Because, Gao Ze thought of one point, such a defensive stunt as the golden bell jar will definitely not last, what he has to do now is to take the opportunity to kill time and use his sword, just to hide his intentions, and in addition, he can't think of a better way.

However, the next moment, a strange scene happened, probably Gao Ze's attack, both light and soft, although it could not break through the flower monk's defense, but it cut through the flower monk's clothes, so, under Gao Zedi's unknown number of swords, the pants under the flower monk's waist suddenly collapsed, and he dropped out of the ground leisurely, leaving only a pair of red flower pants, which was still hanging between the flower monk's legs.

"Hahahaha......" The scene was full of laughter, everyone was so happy, and some even laughed, obviously, they thought that Gao Ze was deliberately humiliating each other.

The flower monk felt a loosening of his waist, a gust of wind blew, slightly cool, and there was a trace of entanglement on his face that had been smiling, pick it up, Gao Ze may take the opportunity to make a move, a fierce attack, don't pick it up, let people stare at it like this, and if you walk the rivers and lakes in the future, you will definitely be laughed at.

Gao Ze, who was entangled and accidentally inspired, had a spiritual light in his mind, anyway, at this moment, even if he explained, no one would believe that he was obscene to the end, "brushed" two swords, and shot like electricity.

This time, instead of attacking the opponent's body, he directly helped him untie his wide clothes and cut off his shirt and **. Since then, the flower monk has become a light monk, **, defenseless.

"Shameless!" When Gao Ze took out the sword, Monk Hua had already seen that something was wrong, and was waiting to react, but Gao Ze's sword was too fast, and he had always been the main defense, but it was too late to rescue, so he could only open his mouth and scold.

Who knows, as soon as he opened his mouth, Gao Ze's sword came again, a sword slashed at the head of the flower monk, and a blood mark was cut on the spot, oozing a wisp of blood, and after that, sword after sword, faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster, like striking iron, unceremoniously slashed at his head.

However, each sword was neither light nor heavy, and the elasticity was controlled within the range that Gao Ze could bear, so the wound on Monk Hua's head slowly deepened at a speed invisible to the naked eye, but Gao Ze did not suffer much damage.

At this time, the flower monk is in a dilemma, if he picks up his pants, the opponent's sword, will definitely attack desperately, without the golden bell jar, sooner or later his head will be cut in half, and with his own speed, it will definitely be too late to dodge.

If you don't pick it up, the golden bell jar can continue to be maintained, but your own ** will be completely exposed, and it will be directly transmitted to the Internet by some boring viewers tomorrow.

Thinking of this terrifying consequence, Monk Hua's body trembled, and he decided to keep his festival as soon as possible, and at the same time, Gao Ze, who saw the opportunity, also hurriedly made up for a sword, and on his head, a small string of blood flowers splashed.

"Don't cut it, the poor monk admits defeat!" Seeing that the sword was about to split again, Monk Hua hurriedly said, after speaking, he shook his body, copied the **, raised it to his waist, and protected the eggs and chickens.

"Agreed!" Gao Ze put away his sword, hugged his fists, thanked him, and smiled! (To be continued.) )