The 'kind' look at the precept.

Both of them are in their fifties, which is considered a high life expectancy in this era when the average age is only thirty or forty years old, but at this moment, the two great monks who have reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven are full of gunpowder.

This precept is really not a thing, it has already quit sex, and he is still competing with himself, an old virgin, and he is not a thing, just now the Golden Wheel Dharma King's move to protect the body is really bright, and it blinds everyone's dog eyes.

Anyone with a little background can see that even if this product is not a legendary innate master, it is at least a fifth-level character, isn't fighting him looking for death?

However, it is impossible to refuse now, the other party has already agreed, not to mention how the world will treat Shaolin after he repents, that is, the golden wheel over there is likely to be angry and ended up with himself.

Thoughts are spinning in my head.

"Amitabha, a poor monk who has seen Master Jinlun." Jielu stepped forward, and the washed and somewhat faded monk's robe was worn with a sense of sacredness at this moment.

"Are you a precept? What do you want to compare with this seat? Internal force or strength of fists and feet? Jin Lun clenched his fists, and suddenly let out a series of crisp sounds.

Jin Lun has absolute confidence in his own strength, and the innate realm has never encountered an opponent in this world except for that perverted woman.

It was precisely in this consideration that Jinlun agreed to this competition.

Jinlun's words made the corners of Jielu's eyes twitch constantly, and he will only compete with you if he has a brain disease.

"Amitabha, the little monk's specialties are all on these hands." A pair of pale yellow and dark red hands in the depths of Jielu said confidently, if you look carefully, you will find that the palms of the Jielu monks have thick calluses caused by holding weapons all year round.

From this, we can see how serious the monk is in practicing and dying.

"You're going to try your hand at it with me?" Golden Wheel was puzzled.

"The day of the poor monk's monkhood, he practiced the flower finger, five years of Dacheng, and then transferred to the left and right to wear the flower hand for three years, a thousand hands such as eight years of Dacheng, four years of dragon claw hand, after the martial arts cultivation for gradual, study of the strong Vajra palm, the big stele hand, Wei Tuo pestle.

Under the intensive cultivation day and night, even the poor monk with an iron pestle can grind it into a needle, and my martial arts will eventually be completed. Jielu slowly introduced his history of cultivation and struggle.

Although it sounds very inspirational, many men in the field feel chills in their lower bodies inexplicably, and this monk is also a ruthless person!

Jiese had a bad premonition when Jielu showed his hands, and this bad premonition had been determined after Jielu finished his next words.

This Nima, does Jielu really dare to use his own tricks? Although he calculated him first, but did he not care about the face of Shaolin Temple at all? At this moment, the monk's face turned a little blue.

"It's the poor monk's kung fu on these hands, so in order to avoid hurting the harmony, let's test the hand speed." The topic of the monk Jielu changed.

"Hand speed?" Jin Lun was stunned for a moment, originally after listening to Monk Jielu say so much, he thought he was going to try his kung fu skills, what the hell is this hand speed?

"Amitabha, find someone to throw the copper coin out, and the two of us will stand still with our bodies, and the first to get the copper coin will win." Jielu looked at the golden wheel with a very exaggerated look of pride on his face.

Sure enough, the next moment, Jin Lun seemed to be angered by the simple provocation of the monk Jielu.

"Okay, I've agreed." With the reflexes of one's innate body, it is impossible to lose.

Hearing the words of Monk Jielu, Monk Jiese breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, this thing didn't say anything out of the ordinary, otherwise even if the two of them died, I am afraid they would be nailed to the pillar of shame in Shaolin.

"Then the poor monk will be the referee." Jiese didn't dare to continue to play any tricks of borrowing a knife to kill people, after all, he really forced Jielu to be anxious, and exposed some ugly things in Shaolin, then it was really over.

Jin Lun glanced at the abstinence and didn't say anything, although there was a suspicion that they were cheating, but Jin Lun didn't care.

Do you really think your fists are not heavy?

I just need these people to pass on the ferocity of their victory over the Five Uniques to provide convenience for collecting cheats in the future, so I try to kill as little as possible.

But in fact, there is no big difference between a group of people and a person except for some differences in speed.

"Amitabha, then begin." Jiese stood between the two, and when the words fell, the copper coin was thrown out in an instant, and he was impartially between the two, without the slightest trace of cheating.

From the beginning, Jinlun's eyes had been staring at the copper coin, and when the other party said that it had begun, the reaction power and speed given by the Jinlun Innate Monk exploded instantly.

Even at this time, how Jinlun still had the leisure to look at the monk Jielu, at this time Jielu didn't even raise his head, and his hands were still in the shape of a Buddha.

This is stable.

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed in Jin Lun's heart, and the next moment, at the moment when he was about to pinch the copper coin, the copper coin disappeared.

Jin Lun's hand stopped in the air, and the whole person was a little confused, what about money?

"Master of the Golden Wheel, you lost." Jielu stretched out his palm with a smile on his face, and the copper coin was lying quietly on the palm of his hand motionless.

"This can't be, how can you be so fast?" Jinlun said angrily without disbelieving.

What is the hand speed of this Nima, the hand of the eagle?

"Amitabha, I am willing to lose the gamble, it is difficult for the master to fail to repay the debt." Monk Jielu said calmly, feeling nothing about winning a person who might be a congenital master.

His own hand speed, hehe has never met an opponent since his debut, and what about the congenital master, let you win you steadily if you make the first move.

"Master, you've lost." The monk who quit color also helped on the side.

"Heh... Hehehe, I lost, yes, I did. Jin Lun laughed.

For some reason, the two brothers suddenly had a bad premonition.

"But, so what, this seat is a bad person, a senior said to this seat, to be a bad person, you must have the consciousness of being a bad person, what if the white gull agreed on his face, how can I do this kind of thing if I am willing to gamble and lose and talk count." Jin Lun laughed.

For a moment, not only the two brothers were stunned, but even the surrounding melon-eating crowd was speechless, people want to face trees and bark, even villains have a little conscience.

But the golden wheel can be said so naturally, are all masters shameless?

"Bang~" The next moment, the monk who quit color was hit in the mouth by a punch from Jinlun, and his full mouth of teeth was instantly shattered, and the whole person became extremely miserable.

Monk Jielu, after his senior brother was beaten, immediately retreated to widen the distance between him and Jinlun.

"Jinlun, Senior Hong Qi is coming, aren't you afraid that Senior Hong Qi will find you to settle the score?" After pulling away the distance, the Jielu monk first glanced at the Jieshi monk who was underground, but unfortunately he still had a breath, and then shouted at the golden wheel.

"Hahahaha, Hong Qi? The old man practiced Jiuyang inside and practiced the dragon elephant outside, calculating that the northern beggar Hong Qigong was coming, do you think this seat will be afraid? Jin Lun laughed wildly.

"Oh, is it? I'm here, old beggar, what do you want? A neutral voice came, and a large ship slowly approached the shore on the sea level not far away, and a tattered figure did not wait for the ship to land, and walked on the waves before reaching the shore in a short time.

The people present were stunned by this light skill of riding the waves, after all, there was such a light skill before that, and there were thousands of people floating on the water at the railway station.

When the arrivals came ashore, everyone looked over to see an old man dressed in a beggar's garb, with a greasy gourd hanging from his waist and a jade staff in his right hand.

"You are..."Looking at the old beggar who suddenly appeared, Jin Lun felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.