To be honest, when Manager He, who had a blue nose and swollen face, climbed into the bloodstained ring again and announced that the game would continue, Lin Jian was really a little surprised.

Lin Jian originally thought that Brother Mang and Manager He would find a way to forcibly lift the table to interrupt the game, which was also what he and Brother Dong thought of when they made plans.

In order to ensure that Brother Mang can admit defeat in the bet, and avoid him from flipping the table and playing tricks halfway, Brother Dong went in tandem everywhere, spent a lot of money, and sold a lot of favors, so he invited a group of bigwigs to watch the battle and sit in town, leaving no way for Brother Mang.

However, looking at Manager He's energetic energy, Lin Jian felt a little weird.

However, Lin Jian believes that in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are paper tigers, and there is nothing to fear. Especially after breaking through the two "double insurances" of Dior and Lu Shasha, Lin Jian didn't believe that the other party could still brush any tricks.

"Gentlemen, ladies, tonight's game has entered the final climax, the magical 'hungry wolf' Lin Jian has created a one-on-ten invincible myth, and now there are only two levels left, Lin Jian can write the next real "Legend of the Hungry Wolf"!"

Manager He danced and fanned the atmosphere of the audience, but between the words, Lu Shasha, who was originally a prize for customs clearance, had already ignored Lu Shasha, but a cheap nightclub "princess", not many high-rollers would care about her fate, all they cared about was blood and money!

"Now, let's bring out the eleventh challenger, the mysterious warrior monk from the Dorin Temple, Kowloon!" Manager He clapped his hands and roared at Mai, but not many viewers responded, because this Kowloon was really unknown.

Warrior Monk Kowloon is neither a tried and tested black boxer nor a famous athlete, and even a veteran martial arts fan can't figure out where this big bald head came from.

In fact, even the organizer Brother Mang didn't know the details of this warrior monk Jiulong.

When Brother Mang recruited boxers, considering that Lin Jian could not really pass the twelve levels, he recruited several performative tricks, and the warrior monk of Duolin Temple, as a kung fu character who often shows his face on film and television programs, was naturally taken into account by Brother Mang, and Jiulong also took the role of a budding rookie who volunteered to play black boxing, and was introduced by a black boxing agent to appear in Brother Mang's field of vision.

According to Brother Mang's original script, after Lin Jian was killed in the ring, the warrior monk Jiulong will have an exhibition match with the Asian boxing champion "Undefeated in the East" Chen Guandong.

Therefore, Manager He didn't take the warrior monk Jiulong seriously at the beginning, until he shot Jiulong three times......

Although no one cheered, the warrior monk Jiulong still showed a solemn smile, folded his hands, did not squint, stepped into the ring with a steady step, and bowed slightly at Lin Jian.

"Amitabha, Lord Lin Jian, the little monk Jiulong is polite."

Lin Jian looked at Jiulong's dress with interest, and when he saw that he was still pretending to drag the text with him, he couldn't help but laugh and chuckle: "Hey, boy, which crew are you playing tricks in?" ”

Jiulong smiled and didn't answer, but just waved at Manager He, and Manager He quickly jumped off the stage and rang the bell for the start of the game.

Just as soon as the bell rang, the momentum of Kowloon's whole person instantly became different, although the audience couldn't see it, but Lin Jian was instinctively a little frightened, and the hairs on his back were stimulated to stand up one by one.

However, Jiulong didn't make a direct move, he still had the posture of folding his hands, took a few steps forward, and said to Lin Jian with a smile on his face: "Master Lin, the foreign object in your heart is related to my Buddha, so it's better to give it up." ”

"Nima!" Lin Jian suddenly exploded, and a heavy punch smashed straight into Jiulong's pretending face, but only a "bang" was heard, and Jiulong still stood still in place, and the flesh on his face was even more unharmed.

"Master Lin, this thing should be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. This kind of immortal thing in the upper realm is not something that a mortal like the donor can keep. If the donor can wake up and give up this thing, he can also form a good relationship with my Buddha. If the donor is obsessed and insists on keeping it, I am afraid that this thing will bring disaster to the donor. ”

Jiulong didn't care that there was still a fist on his head, and he said such soft and hard words lightly, hearing that Lin Jian was frightened and angry, he waved his fists left and right, and came to Jiulong's head with a series of sharp hooks.

In the basement, a series of humming sounds like a temple bell rang suddenly sounded, and the "dong dong" was deafening!

The atmosphere of the audience in the stadium boiled again, and the audience, who had nothing to look forward to this game, covered their sore ears one after another, and shouted ecstatically keywords such as "Golden Bell Jar", "Iron Cloth Shirt", "Real Kung Fu", if it were not for safety and confidentiality, the audience in the stadium did not carry mobile phones and photography equipment, I am afraid that Kowloon would become the first Internet celebrity monk in China.

Lin Jian finally experienced the mood of the previous opponents, his dozen or so hooks that were enough to smash people's heads like watermelons, but they couldn't leave even the slightest scar on Jiulong's face, he took a few steps back tremblingly, and asked inwardly, "...... Who the hell are you? ”

Jiulong seemed to be very satisfied with Lin Jian's retreat, the smile on his face was even stronger, he bowed his head slightly, and said softly: "Donor, please forgive the little monk for having to commit a false precept, in fact, the little monk is not a monk of Dolin Temple. The name of the small monk is Duobao Temple. ”

"Duobao Temple? Haven't heard of it! Lin Jian spat viciously, raised his left hand vigilantly, and protected his heart as if he were nothing, for fear that the other party would cut his heart with the legendary milk dragon claw.

Although Kowloon looked respectful on his face, but there was such an inexplicable sense of superiority in his bones, he casually glanced at his mouth, and said: "My Duobao Temple is a sect of cultivation created by Duobao Rulai, and it has been cultivated in seclusion for thousands of years, and Lord Lin is a mortal, so he naturally does not know the origin of this temple. ”

Xiuzhen Sect?!

After Lin Jian obtained the Steel, Iron and Bone Divine Power, he learned that there were indeed immortals and monsters in the world, and naturally he also thought that there would be some hidden cultivators, but he always felt very far away from himself, but he didn't expect that he would run into a serious cultivator today!

Lin Jian's knees were a little weak unconsciously, he felt like an unemployed vagrant who had dropped out of Pheasant University, and met an elite executive who graduated from a prestigious university, and a sense of inferiority with a huge identity gap arose.

At this time, Qin Hunt, who had been watching the battle on the edge of the ring, sneered and spitted, and interjected and shouted: "Hey, thief bald!" You're a big blow, aren't you? Duobao Rulai...... In other words, there are two descendants of the Duobao Taoist people: one is in China, inheriting the Taoist system of interception, called Duobaoguan; There is also a group in Southeast Asia that inherits the mantle of Theravada Buddhism, called Duobaoge. You are a monk of Han Buddhism, and you are embarrassed to say that you are a descendant of Duobao Rulai, this is the wrong ancestor, right? ”

(Note: According to the "Romance of the Gods" and the novel of the Flood Stream, after the big disciple of the sect was captured alive by Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu in order to thin the luck of the Western religion, let the Duobao Taoist go west to Guguan, turn Hu into a Buddha, worship the Taoist as a teacher, become Duobao Rulai, play Theravada Buddhism, modern called Southern Buddhism. In a similar situation, the main god of Tibetan Tantra is the Great Ri Rulai, who was incarnated by the Jinwulu Pressure Daoist who released a horse when Hou Yi shot the sun. Han Buddhism is a branch of Northern Buddhism, and its teachings are mainly based on Tianzhu's Mahayana Buddhism, and it has incorporated a lot of Han cultural content, and there are many sects, but generally worship Shakyamuni Buddha as the main god. ）

Jiulong was beaten by Qin Hunt's gun and stick, his face was a little unbearable, and he raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "Duobao Rulai...... Anyone can worship it! You mortals don't understand the things of our cultivators! ”

Qin Zhan is not an ignorant mortal like Lin Jian, he is knowledgeable, he smiled and mocked: "Hey, isn't it just a small sect of cottage cultivation, and he has collected some second- and third-rate treasures, so he dares to say with a face that he is a Duobao Rulai lineage?" That's all there is to deceive ordinary people! ”

Jiulong didn't expect to meet a master today, he turned his head to look at Qin Hunt, the golden light flashed in his eyes, the straight waist actually bent a little, and said with a wry smile: "The little monk is really eye-catching, I didn't expect that there is a Taoist friend here, hey, why should the Taoist friend be difficult for the little monk, people will not dismantle it......"

"You're really blind, who is your fellow Daoist." Qin Zhan also showed his scorching fiery eyes, glanced at Jiulong, and snorted with his nose disdainfully, sneering: "Thief bald, you have lived for more than two hundred years, and you have refined the 'Golden Bell Jar' and 'Golden Eye', two small magical powers that are not in the stream, are you embarrassed to rob the little master of the things I am eyeing?" ”

Jiulong saw Qin Hunt's fiery eyes, his expression was solemn, and he shouted: "Monkey demon! Before I rescued people, I should have a good heart, my Buddha is compassionate, so I let you go, you don't have to make an inch......"

Qin Zhan snickered and covered his face, shook his head and sighed: "The era of the end of the law is really terrifying, and the monks of the new generation are just like this. ”

After that, Qin Hunt also took out a Jinding Fire Bee Needle and played with it in his hand, and saw that Jiulong swallowed his saliva, Qin Zhan used this needle to prick Lin Jian before, Jiulong didn't really see it, and he didn't care, but now when he looked closely, his heart suddenly pounded excitedly.

It's a pity that Qin Hunt's bottle of thousand-year-old ginseng essence blood has been used up, and if it is revealed now, it will definitely make Jiulong kneel and lick it.

"Demons!" Jiulong pressed the urge to snatch it, pretended to be upright, and shouted, "This thing...... This thing has a relationship with my Buddha! The little monk advises you to offer it with both hands, and you can also form a good fate. If not, the little monk will take action to subdue the demon and eliminate the demon! ”

"Hehe, look at my mouth! NMB！ Qin Zhan tilted his head and pointed his fingers at a closed lip, full of mockery.

Jiulong glared at Qin Hunt angrily, and was also thinking in his heart, how to take the golden needle, but then he felt that a flower in front of him, a big foot had already covered his vision, and kicked him in the face again.

This kick was full of strength, although it did not break the defense, but the huge inertia made Jiulong stumble under his feet, and he took a few steps back one after another.

"Mama! I thought that cultivators were so awesome, and that's how it was to fight! Lin Jian's face was full of confidence again, as the so-called fear comes from the unknown, Qin Hunt's gag words will be the bottom of Kowloon. The pants were about to be pulled off, which also made Lin Jian break the superstition of the force of the cultivator.

After a short silence, the ring sounded again with a burst of "bells", and the rhythm was amazingly fast, as if someone was playing the diacritical version of "Taiko Tatsujin", Lin Jian's string of hearty punches and kicks was simply playing a bloody percussion, which made the audience dizzy and fascinated......