"I said reluctantly, reluctantly, Little Brother Ling is not a weak person. Long Yi shook his head with a smile, then drew a circle with a diameter of nine meters on the ground and said loudly: "It's just a discussion, little brother Ling, please raise your noble hand." ”

"Whoever is out of the circle will lose, and they can't use their internal strength, how about simply testing their martial arts?"

"Old bald donkey, you dare to cheat, what do you mean you can't use internal skills, these two bald men are Shaolin disciples and masters of external skills. Jiang Yiyi gritted her teeth and waved her pink fist, a little angry.

The two monks were even more shocked, they had already heard the deep meaning of Long Yi's words, didn't they just have no confidence in them, afraid that Ling Hao would hurt them.

"According to the master, a simple competition of martial arts is enough. Ling Hao smiled lightly, when he came, he had already said something like this to the two monks.

As for the internal strength, compared to Long Yi, who had also seen Ling Hao cast a spell to take away the trapped dragon pillar, even Long Yi couldn't do that kind of means.

"Well... I also agree. ”

The Zen staff monk looked at Ling Hao with a solemn gaze, and at this time he felt that he had underestimated Ling Hao a little.

Even Master Long Yi attached great importance to Ling Hao's strength, and he didn't dare to be arrogant.

When the others withdrew from the circle, the monk threw the staff out of the circle, and the staff rumbled and smashed a deep pit on the ground.

Jiang Yiyi was stunned for a moment, and then frowned and said: "It's too insidious, this Zen staff weighs at least a few hundred catties, how strong should that bald man be." ”

Ling Hao turned a deaf ear to this scene, it weighed only a few hundred catties, even if it was tens of thousands of catties of spirit in his hand, it was as light as a feather.

"Donor, be careful, let's let you appreciate the Vajra palm in Shaolin City, the Vajra leg method. The Zen staff monk twisted his eyes, and the whole person was already crashing towards Ling Hao like a tank.

With that kind of momentum, I'm afraid that even if you hit an elephant, you can knock the other party to pieces.

Moreover, in the gallop, the pair of fan-like palms of the Zen staff monk also slapped down vigorously.

This shot did not use any internal strength, but it gave people a terrifying aura that could easily break a big tree.

"The Vajra palm method is really extraordinary. Ling Hao praised it, but didn't move a bit.

He appreciated it because although the palm of the Zen staff monk was simple but powerful, it was much stronger than the fancy tricks of those warriors in the secular world.

However, even this was not worth mentioning to Ling Hao.

"Don't look down on the old man too much. Seeing that Ling Hao was motionless, the Zen staff monk roared angrily, and the moment his palms fell, his legs kicked towards Ling Hao's legs in an extremely awkward posture.

Bang bang!

A muffled sound sounded when the two palms landed on Ling Hao's left and right shoulders, and so did the kicks of his legs on Ling Hao's knees.

The corners of Ling Hao's mouth curled slightly, and he was slightly on his chest in the shocked gaze of the Zen staff monk.

Swish!

The Zen staff monk actually flew out upside down like an arrow leaving the string, and went directly out of the circle.

It's just a blink of an eye.

Moreover, it was the Vajra palm and Vajra leg of the Zen staff monk that hit Ling Hao first.

Ling Hao is the last hand.

But it was the Zen staff monk who lost, and he didn't have any power to fight back at all.

Ling Hao was like destroying the withering and decaying, and he won at that point.

"It's... How is this possible? Could it be that the physical exercises cultivated by the donor are stronger than those of our Shaolin Temple?" the Zen staff monk stood up, only to feel a sullen feeling in his chest.

Ling Hao's casual point just now only felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a mountain, but there was no other discomfort other than chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Obviously, it was because Ling Hao didn't make a ruthless move.

The thin monk also looked like he was a ghost, and said in disbelief: "Senior brother, you... Are you defeated?"

"Nonsense, can't you see it, he has already arrived outside the circle, and Ling Hao hasn't even moved. Jiang Yiyi smiled, and a small tiger tooth flashed with a shining light.

"If you lose, you lose, and Little Brother Ling wins. Master Long Yi coughed lightly beside him, as if he was a little unbearable, and there was a lot of shock in his eyes.

He had already expected that the Zen staff monk would lose, so he was a little selfish and decided that the rules of the competition should not be allowed to use internal strength, but he didn't expect that even so, the Zen staff monk would still lose so thoroughly and so cleanly.

It's just a blink of an eye.

Southern Shaolin's Vajra Gong is famous in China.

Especially with the Diamond Sutra, the strength of the martial artist's physical body has increased by dozens of grades, but even so, he still lost.

"I lost, donor, can I really get the relics back in three days?" The Zen staff monk looked depressed, but he still had relics in his heart.

"As I said, everything is fate, little brother Ling doesn't have to care too much. How could the little brother Ling care about the relics? Long Yi clasped his hands together, and his voice was as if he had received a Zen master full of majesty.

"Master Long Yi, what Ling said will naturally be fulfilled. Ling Hao walked out of the circle with a smile and said, "Maybe it won't take three days to find it." ”

"Ling Hao, let's not brag. Jiang Yiyi rolled Ling Hao's eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Long and a big bald donkey said that everything is fate, and you still take it to your body." ”

"Shut your mouth. Ling Hao frowned, and his face immediately condensed: "Naturally, you have to do what you promised people, don't use the style of your demon sect people to graft onto others." ”

Ling Hao was really angry, and Jiang Yiyi made Ling Hao a little angry again and again like a little gangster.

Ling Hao's life is to act in faith.

He will do what he says, just like he promised Shangguan Zhiqiong, even if he went up to the sword mountain and down the sea of fire, Ling Hao never frowned.

"In that case, three days later, Longshan Temple, we will wait for you. The Zen staff monk and the thin monk nodded at the same time, extremely admiring Ling Hao.

There is even some admiration.

Among contemporary martial artists, there are very few people like Ling Hao.

Even those martial arts masters, Da Neng, often go back on their word for money.

"There is one more thing Ling Mou wants to know, has Master Long Yi seen the Sleepy Dragon Pillar in other places?" After thinking about it in his heart, Ling Hao did not leave in a hurry, but looked at Long Yi.

"Little Brother Ling, do you want to get other trapped dragon pillars?" Long Yi was stunned, and then nodded: "Over the years, in my spare time in Longshan Temple, I have been to many places in Hexi County on foot, but I have seen some strange things similar to the trapped dragon pillars of Longshan Temple, but the old man doesn't know if that is what you are looking for." ”

Really!

Ling Hao was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately said: "Please also ask the master for some guidance, if it is something I am looking for, just let me take a look at the place when I go." ”

"Well, in three days, no matter whether the relics can be retrieved or not, I will take Master Ling Shi to that place for a walk. "The dragon nodded a little.

(End of chapter)