The next day's competition was carried out in an orderly manner.

It's just that Chen Jue hasn't met a master of chemical strength like Li Xiang who is proficient in play, not even a dark strength master, and the few people who have his turn to duel are ordinary practitioners, and it is already very good to know a few hands of Ming Jin Kung Fu.

The two games in the morning and the one in the afternoon were simply and neatly divided, and Chen Jue left the venue and returned to the room of the guest house to rest, and by the way, he carried his qi and blood to practice the big and small Zhou Tian cycle to stabilize his "Dao Heart".

This sect has the effect of practicing qi and transforming the gods, opening up the mind and awakening the mind, and can subtly change Chen Jie's will.

Although it is not a major exercise of spiritual willpower, it is more or less useful, but it is a pity that this exercise lacks some kind of prerequisite.

Just like practicing Shaolin Platoon Fighting, you need to hit your body with the corresponding row of bricks to unlock it.

It's just that the original exercises that ran every day of this size, including the attribute panel, did not give direct hints, which made Chen Determined to itch, so he could only bury his head in hard practice.

By the time the last round of elimination on the morning of the third day was over, Chen Duel's opponent was only the Shaolin warrior monk Yantong who had seen him in front of the force measuring machine in the training ground.

After this Yantong monk saw the competition between Chen Du and Li Xiang, he had already regarded Chen Du as a super rival.

I went back to study the fighting style that Chen Jue showed after playing a few times with a few junior brothers, and found that in addition to the strange boat fist grappling, this young man seemed to have learned several kinds of horizontal hard kung fu, as well as an extremely powerful Tai Chi boxing.

With such an analysis, Monk Yantong felt that Chen Jie, a folk master of unknown origin, was unfathomable, so that he was in a state of excitement before he even went on the field.

This is similar to athletes warming up their bodies before a game to keep them excited, which can keep people in better condition for the game, and only after they get on the field can they exert more strength.

"Senior brother! Be careful! A middle-aged warrior monk admonished beside him.

"Knowing Senior Brother, I'll do my best!"

Monk Yantong nodded, wearing a yellow monk's robe, and the sleeves and trousers were tightly tied with ropes, which was to prevent him from being blocked by the wind when he made a move, and several Shaolin monks who came were dressed like this.

I saw that the Yantong monk finished chatting with a few senior brothers in a low voice, and walked out of the rest area unhurriedly from the martial arts circle.

Since it was the last decisive competition, there was no red rope in the field, and the size of the field was no longer limited, but the two contestants were allowed to divide the winners and losers.

At this time, Chen Jue was still wearing casual sportswear, and he also walked off the stage slowly.

Seeing the two of them appear, the entire venue began to fall silent.

In the past two days of observation, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Shaolin warrior monk and this boat boxing master with extraordinary bearing are all real kung fu.

Therefore, as soon as the two appeared on the stage, before they began to fight each other, everyone in the venue began to hold their breath silently.

It was a silent atmosphere, and the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes seemed to make the air freeze!

Ordinary people are afraid that they will panic every few seconds if they are under such attention, and only those athletes who have experienced the competition or those with strong willpower can withstand such pressure.

"Amitabha! Shaolin Temple Yantong, I have seen Master Chen! Please also ask Master Chen to be merciful! Monk Yantong clasped his palms together and performed the etiquette of a monk, although his mouth was modest, but his eyes flashed with the belief that he must win.

"Where! Master Yantong is polite! ”

"Let's just do what we can!" Chen Jue clenched his fists at the other party and arched his hand, and at the same time carefully looked at the Yantong monk.

I saw that this Yantong monk was only in his early 30s, his face was white and beardless, his facial features were distinct, his body was strong and straight under the monk's robe, his hands and feet were thick, and although he was shorter than Chen Jie, the aura exuded by his body was with an inexplicable confidence.

When the referee on the side announced the start of the competition, the first to act was Yantong in a yellow monk's robe!

I saw that he took a step on his feet, and his figure swept quickly on the wooden floor, and when he landed, it didn't seem like he was stepping on the ground to make a sound, but like a dragonfly dotting water, silently, four or five meters away.

"The dragonfly in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin is a water lifting technique?"

"No, this light exercise

Is it lost? There are even warrior monks who can practice! "Chen Jue has read the classics of various families during this time, and he can basically recognize the history at a glance at some martial arts foundations.

In his eyes, the body of the monk Yantong has obtained the essence of dragonfly water.

However, although Monk Yantong is fast, Chen Jue is faster than him!

I saw Chen Jie's feet slip forward, and his figure was like a butterfly playing through flowers, almost around the Yantong monk's pounce, grabbing it with one hand, and directly probing the other party with a perfect golden needle.

And this Yantong monk leaned over, the whole person almost showed a 45-degree tilt posture, while grazing Chen Jie's side at high speed, he held his claws with both hands, and his fingernails cracked to the ground, as if he was bounced on the gold and iron, and he actually tore up with the dragon claw in the hand of the Shaolin dragon claw, and Chen Jie's golden needle finger skill.

Puff p

After the capture, the Yantong monk only felt that his ten fingers were numb, as if the claws that were scratched just now were not human fingers, but scratched on the iron bars!

It's just that the competition is not over yet, Monk Yantong endured the pain in his fingers, twisted his body, and inhaled violently and exhaled a "drink" sound, which was the kung fu of using dantian qi, which stimulated the Shangqu acupoint in an instant, so that the strength of the whole body increased greatly in the next moment. When his whole body was dark blue, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of iron clothing, his ten fingers collapsed, the dragon shape changed to an eagle shape, and with a footstep, the figure stepped forward again, and waved his claws towards Chen Jiemian's door.

"Talon Iron Shirt!"

Chen Jue recognized the monk's change of moves, and did not dodge when he saw this, the Tai Chi fist stood up, the left foot swung out, the right foot was copied, both hands were held in front of him, the figure was like a curved big bow squeezed forward, and his hands were flat like lightning to buckle the eagle claws of the opponent's pounce, and he sat back, pulled his hands back, and took the opponent's momentum crookedly.

This is a trick of grabbing the bird's tail in Taijiquan, and it is difficult to fly by holding the bird's tail.

What's more, Chen Jue's Taijiquan has reached level 4, and he has thousands of catties of strength, his recruitment of the tail of the sparrow, let alone a sparrow, even the most ferocious eagle has to be pressed on the ground and can't fly!

Seeing that his pounce was scattered by the other party, the Yantong monk just wanted to raise his breath and roar, and interfered with Chen Du with the continued King Kong lion roar, but Chen Jie's style of holding the bird's tail did not stop, and while holding the opponent's eagle claws, the figure squeezed forward again, and in the way of a close crotch beating, banged on the ground, and hit the ground The Yantong monk's eyes were full of gold stars, and then he flicked his hand and flicked it, and the Shaolin monk flew directly out five or six meters away.

The audience on the stage saw it most clearly, in their eyes, after the whole person of the Yantong monk just threw himself into Chen Jie's arms, and before he could wait for two seconds, the whole person was like an arrow flying upside down, flying straight out, and then fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound.

When he staggered up, he found that his two arms were swollen and unpresentable, obviously because of Chen Jie's Tai Chi trembling just now, and his shoulders were directly dislocated.

"Master! Agreed! Chen Jue returned the salute with a fist, with a detached bearing, like a young grandmaster.

And the soldiers who watched on the stage, as well as the folk practitioners, broke out into incomparable cheers and applause at the moment when the winner was decided.

Seeing this, Monk Yantong was unwilling, and finally sat on the ground with his buttocks, obviously not expecting that he would lose so completely and lose so quickly.

It wasn't until several senior brothers came up and carried him to the infirmary to repair the dislocation injury that he suddenly sobered up, and muttered to himself with some remorse: "It's me who ...... photo."

The first chapter of the update will be delivered tonight! This chapter is a plus for the crowdfunding tip on the day it is put on the shelf! There will still be a stay, and the bias is still in the codeword.

Let's do more tonight~