The next morning, the sun was shining.

Lu Hao woke up, washed his face, ate a little breakfast, and then went to Fang Shoujing to settle the score. This Fang Shoujing has made me miserable, and I must let him explain it clearly.

Lan Ruoxi had breakfast and felt bored, so she had to go out with him. Accompanied by beautiful women, what more can a husband ask for. Lu Hao readily agreed.

The crow spirit and the big black dog also wanted to go out together, but Lu Hao flatly refused. You two stay in the inn and are not allowed anywhere.

The Raven Spirit and the Big Black Dog looked depressed.

Lu Hao and Lan Ruoxi walked on the street and found that many people had gathered in front of them.

"Brother Lu, look, what are they doing?" Lan Ruoxi asked with a smile.

"Where there are a lot of people, there must be excitement to see." Lu Hao walked over and found that there was a ring in front of him that was used for martial arts.

Standing in the ring was a burly, bare-headed Caucasia. This Caucasian man, named Nicolas Cage, came from Russia and was known as the Russian Hercules.

The Russian Hercules clasped his hands on his chest, looked proud, and despised the yellow race below. The Russian Hercules is two meters tall, muscular, weighs more than three hundred pounds, and can kill a tiger with one punch.

A man in a black suit, standing in the ring with a bullhorn, shouted: "This Hercules from Russia can overturn the Great Wall with one hand and overturn a train with one finger." ”

"If any of you defeats him, he will be rewarded with five hundred silver dollars."

When the words fell, the Russian Hercules made a provocative move, and his little finger stretched out, indicating that the Chinese below were all mischiefs and cowards.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men. Under the ring, some of these martial arts practitioners, seeing that the Russian Hercules were so arrogant, couldn't bear it and wanted to go up to challenge.

A Russian came to China to show off his force, isn't this looking for a beating! One of them, a thin man, jumped into the ring and challenged the Russian Hercules.

The Chinese warriors stood in front of the Russian Hercules, significantly shorter, which was not a heavyweight at all.

The Russian Hercules looked arrogant and did not pay attention to the dwarf in front of him.

The little man made a gesture, scratching his ears and cheeks, which was obviously the monkey fist in traditional Chinese martial arts. Monkey boxing is a kind of pictographic boxing, which has more than enough performances and insufficient actual combat.

The little man is like a monkey, scratching his ears and cheeks, and uses a monkey fist.

The Russian Hercules stood still and threw three consecutive punches. The little man was shocked, under the three punches, the other party did not move at all, it was as terrifying as an iron giant.

The Russian Hercules gave a contemptuous smile and punched the dwarf away. The dwarf fell straight from the ring, spitting blood from his mouth and falling unconscious.

Lu Hao stood in the crowd, watching his heart pound, this Russian Hercules is infinitely powerful, and he has at least eight hundred catties of strength when he punches out.

In the ring competition, life and death have their own destiny, and if you kill someone, you don't need to be responsible at all. The monkey fist martial artist was defeated, which damaged the face of the Chinese.

In this contest, the Russian Hercules won with an absolute advantage, which made him even more arrogant.

"Chinese kung fu, flower fists and embroidered legs, it is useless." It is unbelievable that a Russian Hercules can speak Chinese. The Russian Hercules stood in the ring, roared angrily, and showed off his might.

The referee in the suit cleared his throat and shouted, "Who else of you dares to come up and challenge?" ”

"Russian dog, don't be arrogant, grandpa is here to challenge you." A middle-aged man jumps into the ring to challenge the Russian Hercules.

This man is cultivating the Wudang faction's internal fist Bagua Lianzhang. This set of palms is endless, rigid and soft, very powerful, I don't know if I can defeat the Russian Hercules.

The Russian Hercules, facing the enemy, stretched out his little thumb to provoke him. The middle-aged man was furious, rushed forward, and used a chain of gossip palms.

"Baguazhang, twenty-four consecutive strikes!" The middle-aged man was like a rainbow, and he hit twenty-four palms, all of which hit the Russian Hercules.

The Russian Hercules is like a tank, invulnerable, not afraid of the opponent's manipulation at all. The Bagua Chained Palm can shatter rocks, but it can't do any harm to the Russian Hercules.

The Russian Hercules are as good as the iron cloth shirt with the golden bell cover, which is very awesome. The Russian Hercules grinned and punched out.

The middle-aged man had a strange footwork, dodging the opponent's heavy punches, and then, kicking out.

Relying on his strong body, the Russian Hercules took the opponent's leg hard and was unharmed. The Russian Hercules rushed forward, hugged the opponent's body with both hands, and strangled it hard, causing the opponent's body bones to click.

The Russian Hercules laughed, grabbed the opponent's head, and threw him out of the ring. The middle-aged man fell to the ground, bleeding from his mouth, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Two martial arts masters were defeated at the hands of Russian Hercules, and the audience was shocked.

Lan Ruoxi looked elated and cheered: "Brother Lu, what are you waiting for, hurry up and kill that ugly monster." ”

Lu Hao said with a sad face: "I am a Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, and I am not a martial arts master, this kind of martial arts competition is not suitable for me." ”

"What, what is the responsibility of the Maoshan Taoist?" Lan Ruoxi asked.

Lu Hao said: "Catch ghosts and kill demons, and eliminate harm for the people." ”

Lan Ruoxi said righteously: "That Russian is a foreign devil, and he is also a kind of demon and monster, you have the responsibility to kill him." ”

"Foreign devils and demons are not the same thing, right?" Lu Hao was a little dizzy.

"Anyway, it's all ghosts, kill one, one less." Lan Ruoxi smiled and said, "If you win the Russian ghost, there will be five hundred oceans, so you will have the money to buy me foreigners' perfume." ”

"Aren't you afraid that I'll be killed by the Russian ghosts?" Lu Hao was a little depressed, this woman only had money in her eyes.

"You're a man, a Russian ghost can't kill you, so hurry up." Lan Ruoxi instigated him to go into the ring and challenge the Russian Hercules.

"Alright! For the sake of the five hundred oceans, for the honor of Chinese martial arts, I sacrificed my life to fight. Lu Hao moved his muscles and walked to the ring, ready to challenge the Russian Hercules, who knows, someone took the lead.

This man had a dark face, was covered in tendons, and was shirtless, and he looked very brave.

The referee asked, "What kind of kung fu do you practice?" ”

"My name is Wang Xiaoer, and I practice twelve-way Tan legs."

The referee laughed and said, "Mr. Wang Xiaoer, how sure are you of victory?" ”

"Since I have stepped into the ring, it means that I am 100% sure of winning the victory." Wang Xiaoer is very awesome.

The referee sneered: "Don't talk big, be careful of breaking your hands and feet." ”

Wang Xiaoer said angrily: "You fake foreign devil, get out of the way, don't talk nonsense." ”

Lan Ruoxi looked at it for a while and asked, "Brother Lu, you said that this Wang Xiaoer, can you defeat the Russians?" ”

"It's hard to say." Lu Hao frowned and was silent, although the twelve-way Tan leg was powerful, but the Russian Hercules were born with divine power, and it was difficult to deal with.

Wang Erxiao's weight is no more than 150 pounds, compared with the Russian Hercules, he is simply a child. The Russian Hercules weighed more than 300 pounds and had an absolute advantage.

A middleweight fighter who challenges a super-heavyweight is commendable, but the odds are not good.