"Good! Come on! Lin Jian's kid is finished! ”

Brother Mang stood in front of the big screen in ecstasy and danced with his hands, just kissing Kowloon a few times across the screen, originally Dior and Lu Shasha's "double insurance" failed, Brother Mang was already desperate, but he didn't expect the peak to turn around, this bulletproof warrior monk Kowloon who was born out of nowhere is simply his big savior!

"This Kowloon...... Where the hell did it come from? It's so tough that it's not human! ”

No matter how deep Brother Dong's city is, this will not be able to hide the frustration on his face at this moment, he covered his faintly painful forehead, and sighed, he didn't expect that Lin Jian, who was even higher than a mountain and invincible in steel and iron bones, would actually meet Jiulong, a warrior monk who was stronger and tougher than him.

Now anyone with a discerning eye can see that although Jiulong has some flesh wounds in the lower abdomen, it is not fatal, and it has already occupied the upper hand of the game, and Lin Jian, who has both hands in vain, is at the end of the crossbow at this time, and it will be a matter of time before he is defeated!

However, the development of the situation once again surprised everyone.

"Babble! It hurts, it hurts! Kowloon clutched his bleeding lower abdomen in a fuss, and yelled as if he had been mortally wounded, and the expression on his face was a little frightened, and even more annoyed.

Jiulong never thought that a cultivator would be injured by a mortal, even if this mortal had obtained the treasure of the fairy world. This feeling is a bit like the arrogant soldiers of the United States, who bumped into the Chinese volunteers who were regarded as poor and poor on the battlefield of Goryeo, and were slapped a few times under the conditions of superior firepower and equipment, which was very humiliating and embarrassing.

"A mere mortal dares to hurt this Buddha!" Jiulong screamed inwardly, but his steps unconsciously took a few steps back.

Although the cultivator has a long life, he is more life-sparing than mortals, and in order to seize Lin Jian's immortal relic bag today, the cost paid by Jiulong has been seriously overrun, and the spiritual power consumed by the fight alone has five or six years!

Especially after the "Golden Bell Jar" supernatural power was broken, although the Nine Dragons only broke a little flesh on the surface, but the operation of the exercises was instantly disordered, and the meridian qi sea was even more stimulated by the spiritual power that was devoured.

Although Lin Jian's consumption is also very great, this hard fight has burned his Yang Shou for at least twenty years, but as the so-called fighting hard and daring to pull the emperor off the horse, as an ant-like mortal, if he wants to overturn the cultivators who are high above, how can he succeed if he doesn't work hard?

The twenty years of Yang Shou of a mortal has spelled out at least five years of cultivation for cultivators, and from the proportion of the population base of the two sides, it is already an overwhelming big profit!

Lin Jian's steps were a little staggering, and the rapid aging of his body functions made him feel weak, but he raised his tattered fists again, and said with a heroic smile: "Thief bald!" Come on, come on, let Lao Tzu hammer two more punches, and see if you are beaten with iron? ”

As a cultivator who pursues immortality, Jiulong does not have the self-esteem of a martial artist, and in the face of Lin Jian's provocation, he actually cowered.

Lin Jian dared to risk his life to spend with Jiulong, but Jiulong didn't want to fight with a mortal, in his opinion, even if the other party used a hundred years of Yangshou to fight for his own month's cultivation, he would be at a loss! Looking at Lin Jian's high-spirited appearance, Jiulong estimated that if he wanted to kill Lin Jian, he would have to lose at least another ten years of cultivation.

And according to the rules of Duobao Temple, even if Jiulong can get the immortal relic treasure in Lin Jian's body, he can't swallow it alone, but has to hand it over to the sect.

The road to cultivating truth is lonely, from cutting off the edge of the dust to forgetting the love of the Taishang, and cultivating is to change from a lover to a ruthless immortal, so most cultivators are ruthless and selfish: there is no husband and wife relationship between Taoist couples, just trying to keep warm and cooperate with partners; There is no master-apprentice relationship between master and apprentice, the master cultivates the apprentice, is to cultivate the subordinates who are easy to use to assist themselves in cultivation, and the apprentice worships the master, but also hopes to get more cultivation resources from the master.

If you talk about the era of the flood with abundant aura, there are still some alien immortals who are extremely affectionate. Then, in this era of the end of the Dharma when the aura is thin, the shortage of cultivation resources is also a shortage of life-extending resources, and in the face of life-and-death conflicts of interest, there is no room for the existence of pulse warmth. Except for a few old sects whose ancestors are still quite thick, almost all the Xiuzhen sects that are still alive are more "immortal" than their ancestors, and there is only a cold relationship between the disciples and subordinates.

Therefore, it would not work to expect Kowloon to sacrifice his cultivation for the sake of the development and growth of the sect. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that too many "costs" had been smashed in, making Jiulong feel "trapped", he would have patted his ass and left.

"Well, the Buddha will open a killing ring today! I hope that when the six doors come to the door, the signboard of the Beijing Film Studio can really be used! ”

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Jiulong's eyes, and his right hand quietly touched into his arms, he didn't plan to compete fairly with Lin Jian anymore, he was going to take out a few magic weapons that he carried with him, kill Lin Jian in one fell swoop, and kill people to grab treasures.

However, Jiulong's pair of faintly shining golden eyes saw that Qin Hunt had gone around to the opposite side of the ring at some point, Qin Hunt smiled gloomily, faintly threatening, and he was still playing with a few shining scalpels in his hand, and the unconcealed surging aura almost didn't blind his kryptonite eyes!

"Magic weapon! The magic weapon of the Eight Classics! And all of them are extraordinary, they are all the top grades of the treasure level of the town faction! Jiulong swallowed his saliva, and rubbed his right hand in his arms for a long time, but he didn't dare to take out those magic weapons, and even felt a little ashamed of himself.

Jiulong has always felt that his own Duobao Temple is a relatively wealthy sect of cultivation, which can appreciate treasures and make instruments, and everyone in the sect has a few magic weapons that can be used, and in the hands of several sect elders, they have several magic weapons that are old for a long time.

However, compared with the pile of scalpels in Qin Hunt's hand, the treasures of the town sect in Duobao Temple are all dull, and the mass-produced magic weapons carried by Jiulong are even more vulgar.

"What kind of power is this? How can you scare me so much! ”

Jiulong is not a brain-dead party who forgets a few catties and taels of his own when he sees a treasure, on the contrary, he knows very well that one or two treasures can be said to be accidental, just like Lin Jian and a mortal can get away with the immortal treasures, but if he has several powerful magic weapons, he will definitely not have the strength to match the magic weapons.

Qin Zhan looked directly at Jiulong with his eyes, put away the scalpel one by one slowly, patted his pockets with a "bang", and finally crossed his hands on his chest, smiling brightly.

Jiulong understood what the other party meant: Jiulong moved his fists and feet with Lin Jian in the ring, and Qin Hunt had no opinion, but if Jiulong was unruly and used magic weapons to bully the defenseless Lin Jian, then don't blame Qin Hunt for bullying the small with a big weapon and bullying Jiulong with a more powerful magic weapon.

Jiulong helplessly wiped a handful of bloodstained lower abdomen, looked up at the high-spirited Lin Jian, and lowered his head to greet Qin Hunt with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Buddha! This red world is too terrible, I'd better go back to the mountains as a monk......"

"Thief bald! What's the point? Let's do a few more tricks! Lin Jian adjusted his breathing slightly, and then bent over and took small steps, looking for the direction of the attack, with a happy smile on his face, he saw that Jiulong, who was like gold, was a little panicked.

Just when everyone was looking forward to another passionate collision of steel, Jiulong raised his hand suddenly and shouted: "The donor's divine skills are world-famous, and the little monk has recognized it!" ”

After that, Kowloon used his skills as if in a martial arts movie, kicked his legs, and his body floated out of the ring lightly, and stepped on the heads of people who were clustered one by one, and soon disappeared into the entrance and exit of the emergency escape door transformation......

"it!" Lin Jian was stunned for a moment, and muttered in disbelief: "I...... Is this a win? ”

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins." Qin Hunt, who showed off his wealth and retreated from the enemy, hid his merits and fame, and just responded casually: "The soft ones are afraid of the hard, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal ones are afraid of not dying." The Yang Shou gold of other cultivators is expensive, and they can't stand it with you. ”

At this time, the originally silent audience also erupted in a burst of fierce applause and cheers, although there was some anticlimactic, but the audience really saw an eye-popping game, and more importantly, Lin Jian's long journey of twelve levels actually broke through to the end!

The challenger lineup that originally made people's scalps tingle when they looked at it finally left the last one - Asian boxing champion "Oriental Undefeated" Chen Guandong!

"Lin Jian!"

"Chen Guandong!"

"Lin Jian!"

"Chen Guandong!"

Although they were a little cruel to Lin Jian, who was physically exhausted and injured in both fists, the audience couldn't wait to see the last game, they chanted the names of Lin Jian and Chen Guandong, urging the players to come out and write a legendary ending to tonight's "Legend of the Hungry Wolf".

"Wolth, that slot! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill that bastard bald ass! Do you still have a work ethic? Do you still have a martial arts spirit? Do you still have a contractual principle? I'm going to Duolinsi Industrial Co., Ltd. to sue you! ”

Brother Mang frantically banged his head against the big screen, and Jiulong, who was in sight of victory, actually abstained and admitted defeat, which made his mood instantly fall from the registration office of heaven to the gate of hell.

Brother Dong was not in the mood to ridicule Brother Mang at this time, but he was in a nervous mood smoking cigarette after cigarette, with a sad and urgent expression, like a parent of a student waiting for the college entrance examination to be released.

There's no way, the ups and downs that Brother Dong encountered tonight are too frequent and exciting. What's more, with the experience of the warrior monk Jiulong wearing a golden bell jar, who knows if the Asian boxing champion Chen Guandong will have any moths?

Without three, two, three, how dare you break into Liangshan? Chen Guandong was able to win more than 200 matches in the bloody and cruel underground boxing market, and naturally had two brushes in his hands, if he was really like his nickname "Undefeated in the East", he cut two taels of flesh under his crotch and practiced the legendary "Sunflower Treasure Book", how could Lin Jian, who was already at the end of his crossbow, break through this last hurdle?