The verbal confrontation has come to an end, the great monk raised his voice and drank, and the Zen staff in his hand hit the ground, and the people present suddenly felt that the soil and stones under their feet were shaking, and they were slightly bumpy before they stabilized their figures... With this alone, this monk has shown a lot of internal skills!

Suddenly, the guards looked at each other with more worry in their eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His family knows his own affairs, and it is not the first time that the Yonghe caravan has gone to the Western Regions to do business, and these guards are also familiar with each other, although it is not a problem to deal with a few thieves and robbers on weekdays, but to really meet a master, even if they are tied together, it is not enough for others to fight, let alone one-on-one heads-up?

In his heart, he was afraid to retreat, and he went to three points without a fight, and in terms of action, the guards of the Yonghe caravan retreated half a step back in an unusually uniform manner, and even many of them even trembled slightly with their hands holding swords. Seeing this, the great monk became even more rampant for a while, and his eyebrows were full of color, and he did not have the bearing of a monk at all.

"What, that's scared?"

The words of intimidation came out, but the little young master standing in front of everyone didn't care at all... He had long seen the strength of the group of guards behind him, so from the beginning, he didn't expect any of them to suddenly burst out with potential to defeat the strong with the weak. But for Ren Yunxi, since he took the initiative to put forward the proposal of the competition, he naturally had the certainty of retreating from the enemy.

"Zhao Si, Zhao Si? I heard Steward Zhang say that your gossip palm practice is good, and it is quite hot, so it is better to have two tricks with this master. ”

"Huh!?"

The little young master opened his mouth lightly, but Zhao Si, who was in his thirties, was soft, so he didn't lie down directly.

That's right, among the group of guards in front of him, Zhao Si, who can gossip and palm kung fu, is indeed a small master, but at most he is only a tall man among the short ones, and he has practiced martial arts for more than 20 years in vain, but his talent is limited, and he is not even a third-rate now. Most of the people who work with them still rely on tricks and experience in the rivers and lakes, as for expecting him to be able to beat the fierce monk on the other side...

Zhao Si looked at the Zen staff in the other party's hand that seemed to be thicker than a small arm, and always felt that if he really dared to block it with his hands, I was afraid that he would have to become a disabled person for the rest of his life!

"Young Master, I'm here..."

"I understand, you don't have to be nervous."

After all, it was the master's order, Zhao Si walked out of the crowd tremblingly, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ren Yunji's mouth.

"Martial arts and swords are dangerous things, and you know that there are no eyes in fists and feet."

"Exactly! I'm not good at my craft, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, Zhao Si couldn't help nodding, and said in his heart that the little owner still seemed to know the risks involved, and was about to reject the competition along the way, but unexpectedly, Ren Yunxian changed his words, and people were stunned.

"Yes, you haven't practiced this gossip palm yet, so remember not to keep your hands when facing the enemy" Speaking of this, the little young master also deliberately glanced at the big monk, "Since it is a competition that this master agrees to, if there is any damage, then you can't blame others, you must not have a psychological burden." ”

“…”

What's that?

As soon as he finished saying this, not to mention that the big monk holding the Zen staff in his hand was already so angry that his muscles were bursting like thunder, even Zhao Si himself was dizzy and confused... Zhao Escort secretly pinched his thigh, and the pain in his heart made him grin, but even so, he was about to lose the difference between reality and dreams!

Little master, is this really not mistaken!?

Not to mention a well-informed martial artist, in this situation, even a blind man can tell which side is stronger and which is weaker, how can he instead tell himself, a guard who is not in the middle of martial arts, not to worry about injuring the other party? The person who will be injured should obviously be him Zhao Si, right!

In a daze, Escort Zhao only felt that the little young master patted his shoulder, and then stepped aside, and when he turned his head again, the great monk of the Goshawk Gang had already gritted his teeth and walked towards him!

This monk from the Western Regions was obviously also extremely angry, and the Zen staff more than one person high was smashed into the sand by him with a "bang", and a pair of empty old fists greeted Zhao Si violently, and only anger was left on his face, which was darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Die!"

Worst! Bitter also...

At the critical juncture, Zhao Si scolded the little young master for cheating people in his heart, but on the other hand, he had to take a hard shot - the situation is like this, if you don't resist, you will only die faster, in this case, even if you don't have a chance, you have to fight!

Right now, the great monk relied on his profound skills to approach Zhao Si, and he just poked out with one palm, seemingly intending to break the trick with his strength, and directly crushed Zhao Si's arm.

And what about Zhao Huwei's side?

Although the Baguazhang that has been cultivated for many years is just a very ordinary acquired martial arts, but after more than 20 years of immersion, it still formed an instinctive reaction, seeing that the opponent was overwhelmed by force, Zhao Si's right arm on the same side was blocked from bottom to top, and at the same time, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and he was not greedy for merit to attack the opponent's chest and abdomen, but walked with his body, turned to the left side of the great monk, and pointed directly at the opponent's ribs with a blow!

Ren Yunxian saw it in his eyes, knowing that if such a strain was against an opponent with similar strength, he might indeed be able to take advantage, but this monk practiced a copper-skinned and iron-clad horizontal kung fu, and the strength realm was too much higher than Zhao Si, he didn't need to care about this punch to the soft underbelly, even if he didn't defend himself, Zhao Si would never hurt him at all... Maybe you will have to be injured by the internal qi backlash!

Really!

The changes in the scene, just as Ren Yunxian expected, the monk did not dodge or dodge, only showed a hideous smile, and even took the initiative to push his body towards Zhao Si's fist, if it goes on like this, Zhao Si's left fist will probably not be able to be saved...

And at this critical moment, Dongfang Zimo, who had already received the hint from Ren Yunxi's eyes, faintly stepped out of the crowd, and he was dressed in white as a scribe and moved his hand in his sleeve slightly, and the form of the duel in the field changed.

"Hey!"

"Huh!?"

Zhao Huwei was heavy and punched, and hit with one blow, but the big monk who was originally full of confidence suddenly showed a painful look, staggered back and retreated under his feet, and almost didn't sit on the ground.

This punch... Hit?