"What an arrogant offspring. Monk Kongming looked at Zhao Li's big grin, and his heart was even more dissatisfied, and the comparison between the two sides made it seem that he, a senior in the rivers and lakes, was like a great enemy.

"Offended!" The old monk of Kong Ming shouted violently and rushed towards Zhao Li, but instead of rushing straight over, he rushed to the rear of Zhao Li's side.

As an old Jianghu, the monk Kongming has a deep memory of the word "boxing is afraid of being young and strong", when he was young, he relied on his strong body and good foundation, and he did not drag some old-timers to death, but now, he has become an old-timer, but he can't repeat this mistake.

According to the experience of Monk Kongming, if the physique, muscles, and skin of the giant man in front of him who claimed to be the Monkey King Zhao Li were all trained by real materials, then he would definitely not be able to please this old man, but if he had no chance of winning, it would not be.

First of all, the master of horizontal training with such a huge body size and too surging muscles generally has an unavoidable common problem, that is, the body is not flexible enough, and secondly, seeing that the strong man's hands are so strong and slender, he must have concentrated all his kung fu on his hands, and the next plate may not be stable.

Specifically, the layer of golden light on Zhao Li's skin, which is suspected of being a master of defensive kung fu, is not very valued by the monk Kongming, even if this guy has practiced the martial arts of the likes of "Iron Cloth Shirt" and "Golden Bell Jar" to the realm of "entering the house" and "perfecting the fire"? In the eyes of the master of the inner family, even if the outer defense is cultivated to a higher level, it is the same as paper!

Besides, Monk Kongming only turned his face and made a move with Zhao Li at this time, he didn't think about capturing this perverted strong man with his own strength, as long as he could avoid being hit by the other party and hurt the opponent a few times, his task would be completed.

"If you hit the internal strength twice into this strong man's body, it won't be considered a loss of face in my Daye Temple, and then I will capture this with the host..." While thinking like this, Monk Kongming successfully walked around behind Zhao Li.

"Ignorant maniac!" Monk Kongming found that his rapid back-twisting action did not result in any action from the other party, and he couldn't help sneering in his heart, this giant man is so big, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be more flexible than him - I don't know if this giant man has no experience in fighting, or is too conceited, but in any case, it is too late for this guy to turn around now, maybe he doesn't need to host a move, he Kong Ming alone can also take down this guy...

Although he kept despising the other party in his heart, the monk Kongming was still very cautious to set the direction of the first blow at Zhao Li's lower plate - strictly speaking, the knee bend, first of all, this is the joint, even if the muscles are strong and the horizontal kung fu is strong, it is still very fragile and the most easy to be injured;

Monk Kongming's blow was surprisingly smooth, and his fists approached all the way to the two palms of Zhao Li's left knee, without any obstruction, in fact, Zhao Li didn't make any reaction at all.

A palm away—

A slight smile appeared on Monk Kongming's face, did this strong man know that his knees were about to be abolished?

"Ga?" At this moment, Monk Kongming's eyes flickered, and then he suddenly found that his small fist was held in his hand by the big fist of the big Han casserole, like a big pot holding a small bowl.

Monk Kongming looked up, and could only see a strong back like a mountain, and the giant man Zhao Li didn't move at all, but just stretched out a palm with his backhand and clenched the fist that attacked his knee.

"It's a little ugly, but the long arms aren't useless..." Zhao Li muttered in a voice that no one had heard, to say that the advantage of his arms hanging down above his knees was fully displayed at this time, if it weren't for the fact that his arms were so slender, even if he dealt with this kind of old man, Zhao Li would definitely have to lower his body or turn around to meet the enemy, but in this way, wouldn't he be dressed up as Xu Jinjiang in vain? The style and image of the villain and master that he has been working hard to create will also be imperfect.

Before the opponent could react, Zhao Li squeezed the hand that held the fist of the monk Kong Ming hard—he could clearly feel the sound of cracking in his hand, like the feeling of a fragile glass being pinched into glass slag... At the same time, there was a howl of pain from behind.

Zhao Li used another force, directly grabbed the hand of the monk Kongming, and dragged his whole person from behind to the front - if you want to say that the monk Kongming is a real old Jianghu, it is true, the so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart, if an ordinary martial artist is crushed by someone to crush the bones of the palm, I am afraid that he will lose his combat effectiveness in pain, although Kongming howled, but still driven by instinct and experience, he made a counterattack.

Zhao Li took the hand of the monk Kongming, and as soon as he dragged him in front of him, he found that the sole of a shoe kicked hard in front of him, Zhao Li chuckled, this old monk still had a hand, and successfully forced him to use his hands.

I saw that Zhao Li's empty other hand also moved suddenly, and before Monk Kongming's foot kicked him in the face, he grabbed the sole of Monk Kongming's foot, and then pinched it hard-

"Ahh

Zhao Li grabbed Monk Kongming's hand with one hand and Monk Kongming's foot with the other, just like throwing ramen, he threw Monk Kongming high and smashed it to the ground.

Smack-

All the martial arts people surrounding Zhao Li had a spasm and convulsions on their faces, and everyone heard the seeping sound made by the strong contact between the flesh and the ground...

The presiding officer of Daye Temple, Zen Master Kongzheng, also did not expect that he could see such a tragic scene as soon as he arrived - his junior brother, the first monk of Daye Temple's Discipline Institute and a well-known monk in the entire rivers and lakes, was thrown to the ground without any resistance.

No, maybe it's not just as simple as falling to the ground... Everyone can clearly see that the monk Kongming is now curled up on the ground like a puddle of mud, and the whole person has lost consciousness, but his limbs are still twitching strangely from time to time, and one of his hands and feet is pinched into strange shapes like rags...

"Sorry, I pushed a little harder. Zhao Li grinned at the host of Daye Temple and a group of martial arts masters who were standing not far away.

Hearing Zhao Li's apology, all the martial arts people who had been touched by him couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and quickly touched the back of their necks to suppress the shock.