"Exactly, a friend of mine, Lin Fan, is a disciple of Xiaoyao Valley, the girl is so anxious, what is the reason for this?" Ren Jianhan replied honestly.

"Lin Fan?" Lan Ting almost jumped up, and asked happily: "But the lantern-blowing disciple of Xiaoyao Valley, Senior Lin?" ”

"Lin... Old-timer? Ren Jianhan's face was a little strange, and he muttered uncertainly.

But Lan Ting, who was in the excitement, didn't notice this at all, and couldn't wait to ask, "Where is Senior Lin now?" ”

"Uh..."Ren Jianhan glanced back and forth a few times from the stage, but did not find Lin Fan's figure, and muttered a little strangely: "Strange, I was still in the audience just now, why did my kung fu disappear after a while, could it be that I went somewhere else?" ”

As soon as Ren Jianhan's words fell, Lan Ting couldn't wait to jump out of the ring and chased out towards the road down the mountain.

"Blue Maiden! We haven't started the competition yet! Ren Jianhan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly shouted towards Lan Ting's back.

"No, you won." Lan Ting left in a hurry, and said without looking back.

"No, no, I mean that Lin Fan's turn hasn't come to compete yet, just wait here, and he'll be back in a while!" Ren Jianhan saw that Lan Ting didn't understand what he meant, and hurriedly explained, but unfortunately the person had already gone away, and only a back was left and gradually walked down the mountain, slowly losing his trace.

"In this round of competition, Lan Ting gave up the game, and the winner was Ren Jianhan of Sword Casting Villa."

As the old monk behind him announced the results of the game, Ren Jianhan won the victory inexplicably, and in a boo, he walked off the ring in confusion, and never came back to his senses until he walked down the stage.

After a while, Xiao Yan passed by him, and half-jokingly said to Ren Jianhan: "Brother Ren is really lucky, I will surrender without a fight, I don't have this luck, I'm afraid I will have to fight hard." After saying that, he turned over and got into the ring.

"Uncle Shi, you have worked hard." A young monk walked slowly into the ring step by step, holding a stick in one hand and facing the other hand, and the old monk who acted as a referee saluted with one hand.

"Amitabha, no matter where you are, you can also practice, since you are practicing, why do you have to work hard, you are really like you."

The old monk, who had been expressionless and squinting his eyes, finally opened his eyes slowly, nodded with satisfaction as he looked at Xuzhen, his eyes were full of relief, and then he squinted his eyes again.

"Uncle Shi taught me a lesson." He humbly bowed and said that he had been taught, and then walked to the center of the ring.

When the old monk announced the start of the competition, Xu Zhen bent the Shaolin stick into a stick flower, and finally put his hands together, and the long stick tumbling in the air landed firmly on the wrists of his hands.

"Amitabha, donor, the stick is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, please give advice."

Xiao Yan smiled sheepishly, casually threw the long stick in his hand off the ring, and explained with a smile: "Little Master, I am not so big in comparing sticks with Shaolin monks, so it is better for us to unload our weapons and compare our fists and feet." ”

"It's fine." With a flick of his wrist, the long stick was gently flicked up, and then he grabbed the tail of the stick with one hand and slammed it down, and the long stick was inserted straight into the ring.

"Donor, please."

Xiao Yan didn't make a move as soon as he came up, but unloaded a wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid and drank the wine inside.

"Hiccup." Xiao Yan wiped the corners of his mouth and burped, "The wine prepared by the elder is really good wine, it is really strong." I didn't expect to use it so early, but when I met the little master, I don't have to worry about it now. ”

"Good wine!" Xiao Yan staggered towards Xuzhen, his footwork was messy and there was no sign to follow, he suddenly threw the wine pot in his hand into the air, and then jumped up in the air, kicked the gourd and smashed it into Xuzhen, and shouted in his mouth: "Lu Dongbin, drunk and lifting a pot is a thousand catties." ”

Xuzhen opened the posture, raised the hand-eye-body method step, and spiritual qi to the limit, and used a strong and unpretentious lunge to push the palm, and hit the wine gourd that hit the collision with one palm.

Xiao Yan followed, instantly rushed to the front of Xuzhen, his fingers formed a pot-shaped, and threw it at Xuzhen's throat, seeing that Xuzhen retreated and dodged, he had a continuous attack that was unforgiving, and shouted: "Tie Gui Li, it's really true that you are drunk with elbows and knees." ”

In the face of Xiao Yan's rapid attack, Xu Zhen converted the Shaolin boxing method into a seven-star boxing, and his hands were pincer-shaped and pedaled in a chicken-shaped step, a set of fast, short, concise and flexible boxing techniques, which completely resolved Xiao Yan's offensive and began to counterattack Xiao Yan.

"Zhang Guolao, drunk toss a glass and kicks a chain!"

Xiao Yan shook his body, dodged the false attack in a very funny posture, quickly retreated to widen his distance, and used a set of chain kicks.

The body of the void and the real body shook and distributed the internal force throughout the body, and then expanded his chest and arms, and a wave of energy spread out from his body, and he displayed the Shaolin Peerless Learning, the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt.

Xiao Yan swept his neck with a kick, but Xuzhen tied up the horse and didn't move, Xiao Yan turned around and kicked his chest, but he was shocked back three steps in a row, Xiao Yan fell to the ground and got up in a circle, and kicked to Xuzhen's lower body.

Xuzhen's eyes froze, a trace of warm anger flashed in his eyes, and Ma Bu clamped his knees inward, clamping Xiao Yan's legs.

"Iron crotch gong?" Xiao Yan was taken aback.

Xuzhen ignored Xiao Yan's surprise, and then hit Xiao Yan in the heart with a black tiger and a punch, but this punch was not mixed with internal force, and the monks were merciful, so they didn't want to seriously injure Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan was beaten backwards, and before he could stand firmly, Xu Zhen made a close move to go out to sea with a double dragon, bent sideways and punched up, and flew Xiao Yanding out heavily.

"Donor, although the drunken eight immortals kung fu is good, but the throat buckle is still too ruthless, this martial arts competition is only divided into winners and losers, not life and death, the donor please respect yourself."

After Xiao Yan fell to the ground, a carp stood up, his body swayed and re-arranged, and he didn't explain too much, just smiled and said: "Aren't I drunk, it's okay, then I'll change the way of playing, as the so-called drinking alone is not as good as drinking, and being happy alone is not as good as everyone's music, little master, I respect you." ”

"A single toast is broken."

Saying that the short body was approaching Xuzhen, seeing that Xuzhen made a move Arhat to attack him, he lay down on the ground with the momentum, and after dodging this blow, he didn't get up, and focused on Xuzhen's lower plate, and when he saw the opportunity, he hugged Xuzhen's waist, and violently pushed back, making an upside-down onion.

At the last moment, Xuzhen used a thousand catties to stabilize his posture, Xiao Yan saw that the move was cracked, and drank lightly in his mouth: "Elastic waist toast drunk step"

Xiao Yan let go of Xuzhen's waist, hit it with his hips, and used his strength to pull away from his body and hit his elbow back, and after being blocked by Xuzhen with a golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, he complained: "Damn, I can't break the defense." ”

Saying that, he kicked under Xuzhen's ribs, ready to jump out of the circle and find a way, but he was unexpectedly grabbed by Xuzhen's ankle, and then Xuzhen held Xiao Yan's thighs with both hands, and spun up in the field.

Xiao Yan had nowhere to borrow strength in the air, he was thrown straight out of the ring, fell to the ground under the stage, and after several consecutive rolls and unloading, he stabilized his body, sat cross-legged on the ground decadently, raised his hands and shouted weakly: "That's it, I admit defeat." ”

"This victor is a Shaolin disciple." The old monk announced the results of the game with a smile.

Xuzhen walked to the long stick, pulled it out with one hand, and then saluted Xiao Yan on the field: "The donor has accepted." ”

After another competition, Tianxiong helped Feng Renault, and walked onto the stage with a meteor hammer shaking with both hands, this person was thin, with a narrow face and a pair of triangular eyes, and the whole person revealed a bit of ruthlessness.

"Who's the one who drew nine?" He glanced at the audience, asked faintly, and saw that no one paid attention to him, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery, "What, is it possible that you are afraid and dare not go on stage?" ”

"Another young man who drew the number nine, did he come to the stage to fight?" The old monk opened his mouth slightly, and under the increase of the lion's roar, this sentence was clearly heard by the audience.

"Can the young man who draws the ninth number fight?"

"Should the No. 9 Young Hero fight?"

After repeated confirmation, seeing that no one answered, the old monk frowned slightly, and began to say: "Due to the abandonment of another player, the winner of this game is..."

"Wait! Wait! It's here! ”

Seeing that the old monk was about to announce the end of the game, Lingsha and Lin Fan ran back in a panic.

"The female benefactor won the number nine?" The old monk confirmed to Lingsha.

"Yes, yes!" Ryosha gasped and nodded in reply.

"Should you fight?"

Lingsha adjusted her breath, flew on the stage with one foot on the ground, and snorted coldly: "It's all here, don't you want to fight, let's start." ”

Feng Renault looked at the rhombus yarn, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "There is a road in heaven that you don't go, and there is no way to invest in hell, why should the little lady rush back to offer her ugliness." ”

"You want to care?" Lingsha took a sip and looked at Feng Leinuo and provoked without showing weakness.

"Tut-tut, otherwise, it's not interesting just to compete with martial arts, how about we add a lottery?" Feng Leno looked Ling Sha up and down, his eyes were full of lewdness, and he licked his lips and said.

Lingsha was uncomfortable by Feng Leinuo, and gave a chill, and asked casually: "What color head to add?" ”

Feng Leinuo smiled sympathetically, stared greedily at Lingsha's figure, and sneered: "If I win, you go back to the Tianxiong Gang with me and be a slave for me, I promise to make you want to die all day long, our Tianxiong Gang has nearly a hundred disciples, with their help, you will definitely not be lonely, how about it, isn't it very attractive?" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of laughter from the audience, and Lin Fan, who was talking to Ren Jianhan and a few people, complaining about how unreliable Lingsha was, heard Feng Leinuo's words, and only felt a buzz in his mind, a nameless fire burned straight to the top of his head from the bottom to the top, and his blood pressure soared instantly, and his scarlet eyes stared at Feng Leinuo, exuding a thick aura and killing intent around him.

"Excuse me, Master, can you change people in the competition?" Lin Fan asked the old monk in a cold voice.