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"Call an ambulance." Chen Tingzhi looked at Chen Songhe, who had passed out in a coma, looked at his iron blue face, and his figure that was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned his head and said to Meng Zhiyu.

"But......" As soon as Meng Zhiyu wanted to speak, he was startled by the scene that happened in front of him, and swallowed back the words that followed.

Chen Tingzhi drew out the power of the Wheel Sea Secret Realm of the spiritual space, injected it into the flesh, and the muscles, bones, flesh and skin membranes directly swelled up, turning him from a thin sick and weak beautiful man into a burly and tall muscular tough guy.

"Chen Songhe, here, there, is the younger brother of Chen Songhe, who has been plotted." Chen Tingzhi said to Meng Zhiyu, his eyes dark and deep.

Meng Zhiyu was not stupid, looking at Chen Songhe, who had lost his muscles and become thinner and thinner under the effect of the poison, and Chen Tingzhi, who was almost exactly the same as Chen Songhe's original appearance, suddenly understood, nodded, and picked up his mobile phone: "I'm going to call an ambulance, you pick up Songhe, cough cough, your brother, and go out with me." ”

Chen Tingzhi reached out to pick up Chen Songhe, who had lost 30% of his weight, and followed Meng Zhiyu, who made an emergency call, out of the lounge of the gymnasium.

"Yo, isn't this my defeated Chen Songhe? Who's in your arms? A hippie with a red mohican hairstyle stopped Meng Zhiyu and Chen Tingzhi, looked at the situation in front of them, blinked, and shouted, "Oh! Is he your brother? It looks a lot like you, bastard, no wonder I thought you were weak and scattered when you fought, so you were distracted before! ”

Mo Xigan frowned, turned around and let Chen Tingzhi and Meng Zhiyu over, he followed behind and continued to chatter: "Your younger brother is also unlucky, he will be poisoned by the bones, and now he is only dissolving the muscles and destroying the cultivation of the secret technique of deathmatch, and if it is a little later, he will have to dissolve the bones and brains." However, as long as the rescue is timely, this kind of bone poison is also very easy to solve, and the follow-up recovery is also very simple......"

"Who is he?" Listening to this Mo Xigan's words, Chen Tingzhi, who was a little tired, asked Meng Zhiyu quietly.

"Damn, Chen Songhe, you actually forgot the name of your opponent just now, although you are worried that your younger brother has been poisoned, so you can't concentrate, but this is too much," as a master of deathmatch, Mo Xigan's ears were very sharp, and he heard Chen Tingzhi's words at once, and he was immediately angry, "You remember it for me, the defeated general Chen Songhe, my name is Ma Chengxiong, and he is a Shaolin monk!" ”

"Shaolin Warrior Monk?" Meng Zhiyu, who had finished calling the emergency number, heard Ma Chengxiong's self-introduction, and immediately turned his head and glanced at Ma Chengxiong's Mohican hairstyle and hip-hop clothes with a strange expression.

"Why, haven't you ever seen anyone who has cultivated the Dharma in the world? I'm practicing Jigong Zen! When Ma Chengxiong saw Meng Zhiyu's eyes and expression, he immediately knew what he was thinking, and immediately showed a disdainful expression, reached out and stroked his hair, with a stinky and confident face.

Chen Tingzhi smacked his mouth and said, "Entering the Dharma? Jigong Zen? But why don't you see a little bit of Buddha-nature in your body? You're a fake monk, aren't you? ”

", I'm the best disciple of Shaolin Temple in the past hundred years, I've learned all the seventy-two arts, and I used my hand to punch you all over the ground, have you forgotten?" Ma Chengxiong was unhappy, "Forget it, I can't tell a layman like you who doesn't understand Buddhism." ”

"Yo, a layman who doesn't understand Buddhism," Meng Zhiyu was a little happy, he was a little reluctant to see this guy who defeated Chen Songhe by procrastination and maneuvering, but when he saw this guy's funny side, he suddenly felt that this guy was actually quite interesting, not a bad person, and it was worth befriending, "Then you can ask Master Ma Chengxiong, are you practicing epiphany or gradual enlightenment?" ”

"What gradual enlightenment, epiphany, isn't it all comprehension, as long as the accumulation is enough, when the opportunity comes, there will be results," Ma Chengxiong pursed his lips disdainfully, "As soon as you say this, you know that you don't understand the Dharma, daily cultivation gradually enlightened, and the two complement each other." ”

The three of them stood at the entrance of the gymnasium, waiting for the ambulance to come.

The passers-by around were all spectators who had just come out of the gymnasium, and when they saw that the two deathmatch masters who had just fought to the death were now standing at the door talking, they were immediately curious: how could they have such a good relationship? And didn't Chen Songhe vomit blood from a serious injury before, why is he in such a good state now? Could it be that the previous one was a collusive match-fixing game?

The media staff who had not left on the side were even more excited, originally the two consecutive defeats of Chen Songhe, the king of the Thunderbolt of tomorrow, were big news, but now they saw Chen Songhe, who was basically out of phase in Chen Tingzhi's arms, and they could vaguely see Chen Songhe's appearance, and instantly made up the big news in their brains: Chen Songhe's twin brother was seriously injured and unconscious, Chen Songhe had no intention of fighting, and finally drank the bitter wine of defeat.

As for going forward to interview and obtain factual information, these reporters really don't dare, most of the death match masters are played, so their temper is not very good. Looking at Chen Tingzhi's appearance of holding the unconscious Chen Songhe, as well as Meng Zhiyu's worried, these reporters didn't dare to casually go over and brush the tiger's whiskers, and no one would care if they were killed, after all, this is a deathmatch city where force is supreme and death match masters have great power.

"The car is coming!" Ma Chengxiong saw the ambulance coming, hurriedly walked a few steps forward, waved to the ambulance, and the crowd of onlookers also followed Ma Chengxiong's movements, like Moses dividing the sea, on both sides, giving way to a large road, allowing Ma Chengxiong and the ambulance to flow unimpeded.

Chen Tingzhi hugged Chen Songhe and got into the ambulance, Meng Zhiyu stood by Chen Songhe's side with a serious face, Ma Chengxiong ignored the vigilance and rejection in Meng Zhiyu's fierce eyes, and got into the ambulance very familiarly and squeezed a seat.

Looking at the doctors and nurses who were struggling to move around and do emergency rescue work in the small space, Ma Chengxiong coughed, got down from the seat, his whole body loosened, his back bent, jumped up directly, stuck himself to the top of the ambulance, fixed himself with ten fingers, and spread his feet to support it.

"Can't you go down? What does it mean to stay here? Meng Zhiyu simply gave this guy a pleasure in his perseverance and brainy behavior.

"Why, my Buddha is merciful, saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, can't I come over and take a look? Isn't it in your way that my current posture doesn't take up space? The doctors and nurses didn't speak! The saliva in Ma Chengxiong's mouth was almost sprayed on Meng Zhiyu's face.

"Nonsense, you're a master of deathmatch, but the doctor isn't, so naturally he won't talk about you! Can't you be self-conscious? As a Shaolin disciple, you have to be a little polite, right? What kind of system does this look like? "Meng Zhiyu used to be a citizen of the Han People's Republic, joined the army, served as a special soldier, and was the most one-eyed, and later retired from the army and came to Death Match City in order to pursue the dream of the highest level of deathmatch, but he still has the character of a Han soldier for the sake of the people.

"You really, it looks like you're not even forty, why are you so rigid like the tone of those seventy or eighty old monks in the temple?" Ma Chengxiong's face was uncertain, "You have to learn to be flexible, I can ensure that the doctor will not be distracted, and I can also ensure that he will not fall!" Reach out and help, hey, nothing will happen! ”

Chen Tingzhi looked at Ma Chengxiong and Meng Zhiyu shouting nonsense, as well as Chen Songhe, who was gradually relaxing, and felt a little funny in his heart, but he still remained vigilant, tried his best to expand without acquaintance, and tried his best to investigate the situation outside in the fast-moving ambulance.

"It's coming!"

"Huh?" *2

Meng Zhiyu and Ma Chengxiong, who were arguing, while Chen Tingzhi muttered in a low voice like talking to himself, he also sensed something wrong with his keen senses as a master of death matching, and a huge sense of crisis hit this side, speeding and catching people off guard.

Aurora gas knife, smashing the tablet palm, penetrating strength!

Chen Tingzhi decisively patted the side wall of the ambulance, and the life essence in his body was quickly refined into dark energy that erupted from the pores, and with Chen Tingzhi's bright energy, the entire ambulance moved three meters on the road and rushed into the reverse lane.

"Boom-"

A black shadow fell from the original position of the ambulance in an instant, and it seemed that it was a person, and it was a person who was taller than the original Chen Songhe and the current Chen Tingzhi.

The driver of the ambulance, dazzled by the fact that he was driving in the opposite direction, immediately turned the steering wheel in a panic to get the car back into the right lane.

"Uncle Zhiyu, Brother Ma, after I go to break it, he will hand it over to you." Chen Tingzhi decisively pushed open the back door of the ambulance, and the fish jumped out to meet the tall figure who was killing.