He Ping drove a Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle, saw the car overtaking, all the way to the gallop, only ten minutes to arrive, when Wang Fool rushed into the gymnasium, it was not Wang Hanchao standing in the ring, but Wu Xiong.

Wang Stupid hurriedly ran to Sledgehammer Tiger to ask, it turned out that he said the wrong name without words, and when he changed his words again, Wang Stupid had already hung up the phone.

In the afternoon, Wang Stupid did not have a game, but Wang Han Dynasty.

However, Wang Stupid has no regrets, because he is about to face Wu Xiong, and it is still good to be able to watch Wu Xiong fight.

Wu Xiong's opponent was a great monk.

The great monk wears a yellow robe, wears a huge Buddha bead around his neck, has a fat head and big ears, five big and three thick, a pair of eyes like copper bells, and a curly beard on his face......

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Wang Stupid did not watch the game of the great monk, but he had a deep impression of this great monk, because yesterday he looked at Ouyang Qingqing's statistics and showed that this great monk of Shaolin Temple was definitely a master among the masters, and Ouyang Qingqing gave a very high evaluation, even higher than Wu Xiong.

In addition to Ouyang Qingqing's evaluation, Wang Du's impression of this great monk was mainly that he arrived after the opening of the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference, and he and Wang Hanchao made up the quota together.

The Wang Han Dynasty made up the quota because it provided a large amount of money, and the great monk made up the quota because of the status of the Shaolin Temple itself in the rivers and lakes.

For the C city government, the higher the social status and level of the contestants, the greater the influence of the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference, and naturally some masters will not be turned away, let alone a famous faction like Shaolin Temple.

I have to say that because of the way the city government C handles it, the influence of the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference has far exceeded expectations, and even, many gate factions regret the perfunctory beginning, and regret not sending masters of their own sect to participate......

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Wu Xiong looked at the big monk in front of him with a gloomy face, he didn't expect to draw this big monk.

Wu Xiong is the organizer of this time, so he has certain privileges, for example, it is also his idea to temporarily divide the contestants into two groups this time.

Like Wang Stupid, Wu Xiong didn't want to face the pervert of Wang Han Dynasty.

In order to avoid fighting with Wang Hanchao in the ring as much as possible, Wu Xiong deliberately divided himself and Wang Hanchao into two groups, so that Wang Fool and Wang Hanchao were in one group, but he missed this great monk.

No one knows this great monk better than Wu Xiong, because he is a martial artist himself.

In fact, this great monk is a wandering monk, it is said that he has an inextricable relationship with Shaolin Temple, however, he himself does not follow the Shaolin Temple's monk number, but calls himself "Jueming", many people speculate that Jueming monks do not use the Shaolin Temple's law name, may be to avoid getting into trouble with Shaolin Temple.

Jueming is famous in the rivers and lakes, he is a flower monk, and he is not taboo for big fish and meat, so he has a fat head and big ears, and his face is full of oil, like a mountain of meat.

Of course, Jueming is not famous because he can eat meat and drink alcohol, but mainly because he likes to do things in the gym.

Jue Ming a year also went back to Shaolin Temple to live for ten days and a half months, most of the time is in the rivers and lakes to travel, meet the opening of the martial arts hall, then in the name of learning to kick the hall, these years, at the beginning I also heard that he had won and lost, but in the last three or five years, has never heard of defeat.

It seems that in any sect, there will be some martial idiots, and the lives of martial idiots are also varied, some are closed doors, crazy cultivation at home, and live an almost ascetic life, such as the neurotic Hong Qi, who can find feelings in front of video and television every day; There is also a kind of martial idiot like Jueming, who is not for fame or profit, but for the sake of kicking the gym to improve his strength.

Some martial arts figures who make a living by opening martial arts halls are the most troublesome for people like Jueming, because he is a monk, his identity is difficult to entangle, and with a bare head, it is also eye-catching, and every time he goes to a place, it will definitely cause a sensation.

However, Jueming is a person who is purely for martial arts competitions, not for the traditional sense of kicking the gym, so the people who often compete with him can also improve their kung fu by leaps and bounds, which makes him a person who is full of controversy, which makes people hate and love......

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This time, Jueming originally returned to Shaolin Temple for the New Year, but when he heard that someone from this gate was participating in the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference in Shaolin Temple, he immediately slipped out, went down the mountain in the middle of the night, and went straight to C City, and, under the banner of Shaolin Temple, mixed up with the quota.

Jueming's huge body stood in the ring, like a majestic mountain.

What is different from the past is that today's Jueming's expression is very strict, and the martial arts masters who have fought with him think that he has changed his habits, you know, the fat-headed and big-eared Jueming is a giggling monk, in addition to the vice of kicking the hall, he usually drinks in a big bowl and eats meat in large pieces, as long as he doesn't kick the hall, he is still a very popular happy monk.

The happy monk was not happy today, because he felt that there was an evil aura in the young man in front of him, an evil aura that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Although the monk eats meat and drinks wine, he is a monk who practices after all, and it is also the monk's responsibility to kill demons and eliminate demons, otherwise, the world will not worship the Buddha.

Jue Ming's bronze bell-sized eyes stared at Wu Xiong, and in his eyes, the sharp light flickered, like a sharp blade, as if it was about to pierce Wu Xiong's internal organs.

"Donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore!" Jueming suddenly clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha call to Wu Xiong.

"Master doesn't need to say much, let's do it!" Wu Xiong's heart was shocked, he knew that Jueming had sensed something.

"This broad daylight, Lang Lang Qian, but the donor is angry, Yintang is black, why don't we find a place to have a drink, how about resolving it for the donor?" Jueming's voice was like a bell.

"Master, let's do it!" Wu Xiong stared coldly at Monk Jueming.

"Donor, aren't you afraid of the misery of life?" Jue Ming lowered his folded hands and gently stroked the huge ebony beads on his chest.

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!" Wu Xiong's hands were slightly open, and the clothes on his body were windless.

"If you want to go to hell, you are also a monk, not a donor."

"Master, I have made up my mind, if the master wants to drink and get out of the ring, I will accompany you to drink enough, and you will rest if you are drunk, and you will not return if you are not drunk!" Wu Xiong's meaning is very clear, if Jueming admits defeat and gets out of the ring, he is willing to be friends with Jueming and invite Jueming to drink.

"Compared with drinking wine and eating meat, monks care more about the donor's body." Although Jueming is a monk of wine and meat, his mind is as hard as steel, and he does not waver at all, but his gaze is even more condensed.

Jueming's robe was also dancing up and down, as if a strong wind was blowing.

In the ring, the murderous aura boiled and rolled in the air, as if an invisible hurricane was sweeping in the air, and it seemed like an invisible stormy wave.

People don't know what the two mean, and even, many people are deaf because they are pressed by the momentum of the two, and they can't hear what the two say.

Only the real masters know that when the two of them are talking, they have already begun to make moves.

The battle between masters, every word and deed, and every gesture is the line between life and death.

Now, Wu Xiong and Jueming are facing each other in the ring, which can be described as a thousand shots, and if they are not careful, they will face each other's crazy attacks.

"Donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore that turns back! Amitabha! ”

All those who know the details of Jueming have found that today's Jueming is like a real monk, whether it is his movements or conversations, he is the appearance of a high-ranking monk.

Soon, some real masters knew the reason, because, the already cold air became more and more biting, as if a cold air swept the entire gymnasium.

Only then did the masters understand that the monk Jueming, who had always been giggling, had become strict, because the cold air was emitted by Wu Xiong.

At the same time, people also felt a sense of grandeur.

There is no doubt that the aura of Haoran is emanating from Jueming's body.

The two breaths collided in the air, entangled, killed, and stirred, as if two invisible dragons were fighting in the air without fear of death.

Wang Stupid squeezed under the ring, he was already sitting with his fists clenched and stood up, the blood on his body was surging wildly, and the fighting spirit was burning like a raging flame.

Inexplicably, Wang Fool wished that he was a monk of Jueming, because, his intuition told him that the murderous aura he had exercised in the other space was enough to destroy Wu Xiong's evil aura.

"Fight!"

Wu Xiong and Monk Jueming seemed to have made an appointment, and they burst into a loud shout, and their bodies rushed forward at the same time, and their palms were together.

"Peng!"

There was a muffled sound like a tornado, and a gust of wind blew on the flat ground in the ring, and the people around the ring were blown in the face by the strong wind, as if they had been cut by a knife......

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Suddenly, people felt that something was wrong, because after Wu Xiong and Monk Jueming struck their palms together, they did not separate, and the two stood motionless in the ring like sculptures.

At the corner of Wu Xiong's mouth, a strange smile appeared.

Monk Jueming, on the other hand, stared at Wu Xiong with an angry expression, his eyes were bloodshot, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes.

Monk Jueming felt that a trace of coldness pierced his palm, and an evil qi invaded his body along his bloodline, destroying all the way, like a bamboo......

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Time seems to have stopped.

The space seems to freeze.

There was no fierce battle as people imagined, and there was no bloody picture that people imagined, the two just high-fived and stood still in the ring.

Monk Jueming opened his mouth, he wanted to speak, but he felt that his lips seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and that evil qi invaded his internal organs along the blood.

"Monk, if you don't know how to be interested, you can't blame me for being ruthless!" Wu Xiong sneered.

“…… Give...... The donor ......" A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Jueming's mouth, which was shocking.

"Monk, let go!" Wang Du under the ring knew that something was wrong, and suddenly shouted.

Wang Du's loud shout was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping and killing in the sky, and the fierce aura swept away Wu Xiong's gloomy aura.

"Whew!"

Monk Jueming was shocked by Wang Fool's violent drink, the robe on his body suddenly opened, and a mighty aura burst out, like thousands of sharp arrows, piercing the invisible yin qi, at the same time, Monk Jueming's fat body retreated sharply, and the originally glued palms parted.

"Knock knock ......"

Monk Jueming stepped back again and again, and his feet were kicked in the ring, making an earth-shattering loud noise, like a war drum beating.

Monk Jueming finally stood on his feet, one pair was grasping the huge ebony Buddha beads on his chest, and there were words in his mouth, and immediately, his originally blackened face was restored to ruddy.

"Amitabha, donor is a good means!"

Monk Jueming proclaimed the Buddha's name and walked towards Wu Xiong step by step, his steps firm and powerful.