Ning Wanjun tested Huo Yuanzhen and didn't get the expected effect, and felt more and more guilty in his heart, and when Tie Niu came to the near future, Ning Wanjun said: "Tie Niu, go back, I just want to tell you that you can stay in Shaolin in the future, it is best to be a monk, and it is much better to follow your abbot's side than to follow me and a female stream."

Tie Niu nodded: "Miss, I also like to stay in Shaolin Temple."

"Go ahead, you will be you from now on, and it will have nothing to do with us or your original life."

Iron Bull nodded in agreement.

"After I go back, I will tell you the abbot, and I will say that I have something difficult to understand, and after you win the ring today, I will personally go to the Shaolin Temple to ask the abbot to solve his doubts."

Tie Niu nodded again, and then asked, "Miss knows we can win?"

Ning Wanjun sighed faintly, "It depends on what your abbot means, if he wants to win, he can win."

Tie Niu saluted Ning Wanjun again, then turned around and walked back.

Ning Wanjun suddenly stopped him again: "By the way, is Rhubarb still on the mountain now?"

"Yes, rhubarb has always been in the back mountain, and our lay disciples often go to the back mountain to practice martial arts, and I can often see it, but I can't eat meat myself now, so I can't feed it."

"It's hard to be embarrassed about this thing, don't follow the vegetarian you monks to learn, I'm really going to see it when I have the chance."

Tie Niu didn't know why the young lady suddenly remembered that the tiger was coming, so he just nodded again and left the carriage.

Returning to the pergola, Huo Yuanzhen saw the happy look on Tie Niu's face and asked, "Tie Niu, are you very happy?"

"Yes, abbot, Miss asked me to stay in Shaolin in the future without having to go back, and said that I could be a monk."

"Your young lady is very enlightened."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled, what he expected was not bad.

"By the way, the abbot, Miss said, she seems to have something to understand, and wants to ask you for advice in person, saying that after we win the fight, she will go to Shaolin to find you."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded, he also wanted to know what kind of medicine was sold in Ning Wanjun's gourd.

The battle in the ring has entered a white-hot heat, and Huo Yuanzhen didn't expect that Yijing's martial arts have actually reached this level, and he can be on par with Chen Ding.

Obviously, Yijing's strength has increased greatly, it seems that the cultivation of the Dragon Elephant Boruogong has had a certain effect, and Yijing's Fuhu Fist has clearly reached the point of integration, and he has the demeanor of a grandmaster in every move, and he is invulnerable between his fists and feet, and he is still comfortable with Chen Ding's iron fan with his empty hands.

In the middle of the day after tomorrow, it is true that internal force can be used, but Chen Ding has obviously not practiced the kung fu of folding fans and hitting acupoints, and he is gradually at a disadvantage when he fights against Yijing's Fuhu Fist.

If you don't hit other people's acupoints, Chen Ding's advantages can't be brought into play, the more he fights, the more anxious he becomes, and finally he gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped out of the circle, and with a swing of the folding fan in his hand, thirty-six fan rods flew out, and went straight to Yijing.

This is the mystery of Chen Ding, the folding fan can actually be used as a hidden weapon, and he usually doesn't use this trick at all, but today he was really forced by a clean and had to use it.

In the face of a flying folding fan rod, Yijing did not panic, and dodged most of the folding fan attacks when his body turned.

But three more shots hit a net, one on the waist, one on the leg, and the last one on the forehead.

The two on the waist and legs are fine, not critical, but one on the head, a net and fierce reach, holding the folding fan rod on the head, as if to pull out, and between the fingers has seen blood overflowing, and the eyes are a little scattered.

"Haha, little monk, you are very good, you can force me to this extent with your foreign boxing skills alone, but unfortunately, your Shaolin is destined to end today, you should go first!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Ding strode forward and raised his palm high, about to kill Yijing under his palm.

He Yuan, the wind sword in the pergola behind, suddenly realized that something was wrong, and shouted at Chen Ding: "Be careful, that monk is cheating!"

But it was too late when he said it, Yijing's eyes flashed, and the hand covering his forehead suddenly took it down, and punched the unprepared Chen Ding in the chest!

"Bang!" sounded, Chen Ding spat blood and flew out upside down, until he rolled to the edge of the ring before stopping.

"Why are you!?".

Chen Ding pointed at Yijing and was speechless.

Yijing stepped forward and pulled out the folding fan rod on his forehead, only to see that there was only a small wound on his forehead that was not deep, and there was no major problem at all.

"Chen Ding, you should know that the iron head gong is the unique martial art of our abbot, and we Shaolin people are fighting, don't be wary of this, overly superstitious about your folding fan, you should have nothing to say if you lose."

After speaking, Yijing pulled off the other two folding fan poles on his body, and then flew up and kicked Chen Ding directly out of the ring.

Chen Ding's master over there flew forward and caught Chen Ding, who had fallen from the ring, so that he would not be killed on the spot.

"Wow!".

There was a burst of earth-shattering cheers from the Shaolin lay disciples, and the little master Yijing was so powerful that he actually defeated the master in the middle of the day after tomorrow.

Yijing endured the pain and returned to the Shaolin side and was received like a hero.

This battle is a weather vane, not only Shaolin pulled the score back to 2 to two, but also killed and injured the opponent's main personnel Chen Ding, now on the side of the Fawang Temple, but the only one who can fight is Benlei Sword Zhuang Qin, Lightning Sword Shang Ming, and there are abbots, Yichen and Hui Wu on their side, and Puyin's kung fu is also good, no matter how you look at it, you will win this ring steadily.

Sure enough, after Fawang Temple lost this game, the lightning sword Shang Ming couldn't hold it back, flew up, and challenged the Shaolin side.

"Hmph, I'm angry, but unfortunately, you don't have a chance."

Huo Yuanzhen muttered a few words in a low voice, and then turned around and said, "Hui Wu, I'll leave it to you!"

"Thank you, Abbot!".

Yue Shan became a monk and became Hui Wu, but the belligerent factor in his heart has not changed, and he has long been a little impatient, and seeing that there is finally a strong enough opponent, he wants to come forward to ask for battle.

Hearing the abbot's command, Yue Shan was afraid that the abbot would repent, and after agreeing, he took out his cold iron rod and rushed to the ring quickly.

"It's fierce!".

Huo Yuanzhen sighed in admiration from behind, and that lightning sword Shang Ming rushed up violently, but he was afraid that the arrogance now would be half beaten down by Yue Shan immediately.

Sure enough, the two people on the stage fought together, Shang Ming's lightning sword was unable to compete with Yue Shan's cold iron rod, and he was restrained everywhere and fell behind, and it was only a matter of time before he failed.

Seeing this, Huo Yuanzhen's heart finally stabilized, as soon as Yue Shan wins, his side will win three games, and let Puyin play in the next game, unless Zhuang Qin personally comes forward to win, the rest of the people may not be.

If Puyin wins, there will still be himself and Guan Shanyue on his side, and it will not be a problem to win another game.

If Puyin loses, then it is still three to three, and the other party must send someone first, as long as it is not Zhuang Qin, he or Guan Shanyue can win.

If Zhuang Qin plays, then Guan Shanyue should be able to defeat him, and then he can win another game.

Dengfeng Bang, twists and turns, first got Yue Shan to Shaolin, weakened the opponent's strength, and the four small famous swords suddenly appeared, disrupting their own deployment, fortunately they adjusted their strategy in time, and gave themselves a surprise again, and everything was developing in the direction of Shaolin.

The battle on the stage didn't last long, originally the skills of the two were about the same, but Yue Shan's indomitable murderous aura was something Shang Ming didn't have, and finally after struggling to support half a pillar of incense for a long time, he was swept away by a long sword, and in desperation, he simply jumped out of the ring and admitted defeat.

So far, Dengfeng has won three battles, and victory is in sight.

Fawang Temple is currently on the verge of collapse, although there is still Zhuang Qin who has not played, but none of them think that Zhuang Qin can defeat Huo Yuanzhen.

After all, the shock given to them by the abbot's hand just now was too great.

There are even people who have quietly slipped away and decided not to wade into this troubled water anymore, don't you see that Chen Ding and Li Xuan have half a breath left, who are these people who help the fist still working here.

Zhuang Qin originally had his heart in the ring, but when he saw the current situation, he couldn't change anything whether he won or lost, and sighed: "That's it, Chen Ding and they are also to blame, and they broke some money, which can be regarded as a lesson, second brother, are you going to leave with us?"

The second brother is He Yuan, the wind sword, who won the ring but was also the most aggrieved, thought about it and thought: "That's it, when Chen Ding's injury is healed, let him go to me to ask for guilt, let's go."

Between the words, it was obvious that he was extremely disappointed with this apprentice.

The four famous swords in Jiangnan came to Dengfeng with great ambition, but now they have returned, which can be regarded as a big loss of face.

As soon as the four small famous swords left, the Fawang Temple lost its backbone, and the tree fell and scattered, and in the blink of an eye, those who invited the boxers from the outside were gone.

Only the descendants of Chen Ding's family and the two little monks of Fawang Temple are still here, you look at me, I see you are at a loss.

Huo Yuanzhen watched all this with satisfaction on the other side, this is the best, without the person in charge, everything can transition smoothly.

The people from Dengfeng County called the Fawang Temple several times, but no one came out to answer, knowing that it was impossible to do anything, so they simply announced that Shaolin Temple won the victory in the ring.

The people cheered, and the victory of Shaolin can be said to be the desire of the people, and the expectations of the people have returned.

Many people spontaneously shouted the name of the abbot of Yijie, as if chasing stars.

Huo Yuanzhen and his father and fellow villagers smiled one by one, their eyes wandered, and suddenly saw that in the crowd, the cold eyes of several Taoist priests were staring at him.

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