This year's martial arts conference is a battle for the leader of the martial arts alliance, and each major faction has sent its own masters.

Liu Feiying, the head of Shushan, saw that his senior disciples had not returned, and he was anxious.

The princess of the Hundred Flowers Palace is even more veiled, and no one has ever seen her true face.

Unlike in the past, Fengyulou also sent its own lineup this time, and they were just four small gangs on the rivers and lakes before. Now stand up and compete for a place with everyone. Especially when I heard that they had already obtained the treasure of martial arts, the Yijin Sutra. More unfathomable.

I heard that half a year ago, there was a battle in Luoyang. Jing Anhou, the great leader of the Fengyu family, actually defeated Feng Wuxi, the big disciple of the Shushan faction, which shocked everyone very much. Now that half a year has passed, his martial arts are even more amazing.

"Today is the forty masters who stand out from the various major schools, and enter the top ten masters ranking competition, everyone must work hard and strive to get a good result. Race out the level, race out the style. Wei Guogong Li Jing started the day's speech on it, and then announced the start of the competition.

Only forty of the martial arts people screened now have entered the semi-finals, and today one person has to win against the other three, and if he wins, he will enter the top ten. They are divided into four groups according to their strength and weakness. Three winners will be awarded in each group, and the winners will qualify for the top 10 competitions.

Everyone already has the top ten in their hearts, but I don't know if Lu Dao will kill the dark horse this year.

At this moment, a mother and son walked outside the field, like countrymen, dressed very rustic.

The son was tall and fat, and his whole head was round and stupid. The strange thing is that one of his heads is bare, and the whole team wants to run to the Shaolin Temple, and wants to blend into Shaolin, but the abbot takes the stick and drives him away, and he runs back, smirking again and again.

He said, "My mother asked me to sit here, and I sat here." ”

Everyone saw that the old woman had a fierce and vicious face, and she was not a good person at first glance. She walked around on crutches as if she were reading something.

The bald fool muttered to himself: "He is bald, I am bald, we are all bald, let's play games together, play games." ”

He took advantage of a little monk's accident, snatched the wooden fish in his hand, knocked on the bare heads of others, and then knocked on his own, and laughed happily.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, please leave with your stupid son." The monk who led the team couldn't help but say to the old woman.

"I grass, you dare to say that my son is a stupid son, your whole family is a fool!" The old woman was so angry that she stomped on her crutches, and the blue bricks on the ground cracked in a fan-shaped manner, which was very surprising, and she didn't expect that this old woman was a hidden martial arts master.

"Lulu, let's go, let's go home." She tried to take her foolish son, but the fool would not go.

The Dharma Protector Elder couldn't help but ask Master Mingchen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, how to deal with it. Mingchen waved his hand at him.

He walked up to the fool and raised his hand to touch his round bald head. The fool also touched his old bald head with his hand.

"Idiot, idiot, don't wake up at this time, when will you stay?!" Master Mingchen used the roar of the lion of the Buddha Gate, which shook the whole audience and made everyone know what was going on.

The fool's chaotic eyes suddenly began to burst bloodshot, and then he roared, and the sound he made was no less than that of Master Mingchen, who even took half a step back and spit out a mouthful of blood! Several Dharma protectors went up to support him, and then Mingchen looked at the fool in surprise.

"I can't imagine that you have such skills at such a young age!"

He felt that the fool's pulse was disordered, so he puffed a few more times to push him through the acupoint.

"Amitabha, it's really heaven to help me Shaolin! This little benefactor actually has my Shaolin mastery on him, and I think he is a disciple secretly taught by the former head of the sect, Uncle Kongxin. The master of the sect has already performed the empowerment on him, and I don't know what went wrong in the middle of the path to become what he is now. Good, good, good! ”

"Amitabha, good, good!" The monks gathered around and said.

"I can't imagine that Master Kongxin still has a successor, it's really a blessing for my Buddhism!" The monks gathered around and chanted. Their former abbot, Master Kongxin, was killed twelve years ago, and he lost his education, and he didn't know who to turn to. Now a successor has suddenly appeared, what a joy!

The other sects were also frightened by the movement here, and inquired about the situation.

The old woman's eyes were helpless when she saw this situation, she knew that there would always be such a day, and her son would return to Shaolin again. I didn't expect it to be today. She quietly walked away on crutches.

When the fool first woke up, he shouted: "Mother! Mother! ”

"Daddy! Father! He grabbed the hand of the old monk with a long beard, his eyes were clear, and he no longer reverted to his stupid appearance, and there was a bit of heroism between his eyebrows. (This kid is so sad) Na Mingchen was also taken aback: "The little donor recognized the wrong person?" Lao Ke is still a child, where did he come from? ”

Lulu lowered his eyebrows again, squatted on the ground, and returned to his stupid appearance.

A clever elder whispered next to Mingchen: "Abbot, you can't do this, it's stimulated him, this kid has to be coaxed slowly." ”

Mingchen listened, nodded, and immediately changed a smile: "Child, look, you finally went home today." Can you help us with something? ”

"Daddy!" When the fool heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he jumped up and hugged him, not letting go! "What are we going to do?"

"Would you do that?" That Mingchen teased a few starting moves, and the fool actually followed up skillfully to practice boxing. Tiger and tiger, as if he was born to be born, there are rules in the chaos, and there are innovations in the rules, all of which amaze those who have learned Shaolin boxing for decades.

Master Mingchen excitedly grabbed the team leader next to him and said, "Hurry up, hurry up and sign him up!" ”

"What's your name, boy?" Master Mingchen felt a little guilty in his heart when he called him a child, because according to his generation, this is clearly his junior brother!

"Lulu, my name is Lulu." Lu Lu touched Mingchen's newly shaved head and said happily. "What about you, old man, what is your name?"

"My name is Master Mingchen."

"Oh, it turned out to be Master Mingchen, I thought you were my father!" He tried the feel on the old monk's head again. Bu, Bu, Bu.

In this way, the Shaolin generation of Master Lu was born. The martial arts are unfathomable, and he acts perversely, but in fact, if you look closely, he looks like a foolish Master Lu. Later, due to his unreliable behavior, the head of Shaolin was passed on to Master Mingchen's closed disciple, the monk Ku Short.

Later, it was said in Shaolin that Master Lu's life was ruined by a Taoist demon girl, and if she hadn't met her at this martial arts conference, the entire history of martial arts would have been rewritten.