As soon as the black-clothed monk said this, he completely angered the heroes of the rivers and lakes.

Those jumping clowns jumped in the ring a few times first, and the lively warm-up was nothing.

The black-clothed monk had an opinion and stood up to scold, and they were all happy to watch the excitement.

But... White Flying Frost is different!

That's a woman that many people see as forbidden.

The black-clothed monk opened this mouth, so don't think about kindness.

A figure flew onto the stage, holding a pair of pumpkin hammers, looking coldly at the black-clothed monk, and the fierce aura was already coming.

"Who is coming?" the black-clothed monk asked as he looked at the strong black man who flew onto the stage.

"The Yanbei Army abandoned Wang Eryi, and led Your Excellency's high moves. The strong black man held the pumpkin hammer in both hands and smiled at the black-clothed monk.

"Okay! With a hammer! Not necessarily a master, but never a mediocre hand! The black-clothed monk spoke in a very loud tone.

The strong black man couldn't bear it anymore, and smashed it towards the black-clothed monk with a sledgehammer.

The twin hammers are like the wind, but they gather thunder.

Although he is only an innate martial artist, his true qi has a thunder and lightning attribute, which is really extraordinary.

The black-clothed monk did not dodge, but was short, and crashed into the arms of the strong black man.

The pair of pumpkin hammers were caught by him with both hands, and then he slammed his feet into force.

"Phew!"

With a loud shout, the black strong man was lifted up by the black-clothed monk in the air, and then fell out heavily and smashed into the pergola not far away.

The masters who were 'majestic' in the ring were knocked down four or five, and they all lay on the ground and shouted, 'Ouch, hey', like an old man who touched porcelain, how could there be such a high-spirited and pointed out the way of the country?

The black-clothed monk laughed: "It's a little strong, but it's still small." However, it is more useful than those few wastes, and after eating and falling, it can still stand firmly. ”

But it was the strong black man who had already turned over and stood up in the crowd.

Before he finished his move, he was thrown out of the ring, and the black strong man had no face to continue staying.

One last glance at Bai Feishuang, he let out a long sigh, arched his hand at the black-clothed monk, then picked up his hammer and went down the mountain.

"If the warm-up is not enough, who else will come?" the black-clothed monk shouted.

The audience was a little quieter.

This time... The black-clothed monk spoke, and someone listened.

The black strong man Wang Eryi is not an unknown person, he was once on the list, and a pair of pumpkin hammers were also ranked more than 100 on the weapon spectrum, which was considered a good player.

Now he was beaten by this black-clothed monk, and he couldn't make a move directly, so he fell out of the ring.

It's enough to see how amazing this black-clothed monk is.

"I'm going to fight you!" A young man looked at Bai Feishuang with excited and eager eyes, even though he was talking to the black-clothed monk, his eyes did not take his eyes off Bai Feishuang's body.

The faces of the elders around the young man turned white.

But there's no way to stop it.

If you say it in front of everyone on the rivers and lakes, it is the water that is spilled.

Fill it with your life, and you have to do what you say.

Otherwise, once you become a laughing stock, you won't have to mess around.

The young man came to the stage, his eyes still wandering between Bai Feishuang and the black-clothed monk.

The black-clothed monk was furious: "I am uncertain, and I dare to look around..." Walk you!"

After that, it turned into a gust of black wind, and before the young man could react, he grabbed one of the opponent's legs and threw him out of the ring.

The young man was smashed on the rocks on the side, not only his head was broken and bleeding, his skin was open, but several bones were broken, and the whole person was probably useless.

The elders of his family had gloomy faces, but they could only go forward to heal and stabilize their injuries.

In the direction of Dalin Temple, Master Huitong, the first seat of the Discipline Hall, got up angrily.

"What an evil monk who doesn't cultivate virtue and has no mercy, leaving a wicked person like you to swagger is also discrediting my Buddhism. ”

"The poor monk came to fight you, and also let you know what the precepts are and what the rules are. After that, Master Huitong stepped on the air step by step, and the True Qi Lotus Flower was condensed under his feet, and he was sent to the ring.

The black-clothed monk and the monk in the red robe are opposed, one with a full face and beard, looking like an evil tiger, and the other with long eyebrows and kind eyes, like a Buddha in a temple.

The mediocre people watching the battle have already divided the advantages and disadvantages of victory and defeat in their hearts.

"Master, will Master Huitong win?" asked the apprentice on the roof of the thatched house.

The master picked his teeth with the thatch on the roof, and said with a stern expression, "No! ”

Under the ring, Dugu Ming looked at the black-clothed monk, and his eyes were full of challenge.

He had already recognized the identity of the monk.

Because of this, he is full of war.

If it is in reality, the identity and realm gap between him and the black-clothed monk is too big, and there is no comparison at all.

But here... In this world, they are pulled to a close position, or they can fight.

"Senior brother, this master of breaking the three precepts... That's the one!" Beside Dugu Ming, a Sword Sect monk asked in a low voice.

Dugu Ming nodded and said: "It's indeed him, the same sex is as fierce as fire, the same unruly... Even if others want to learn, it is difficult to learn its charm, such as the way of falling demons. ”

The disciple of the Sword Sect beside Dugu Ming said: "That... Can the Master of the Three Rings Break Win? Although he is a great monk in reality, he is famous all over the world. But after all, this is a different world, and the master of breaking the three rings... I guess I haven't been in this world for long!"

Dugu Ming said: "No! he will definitely win." ”

"Master once said that some people... Keeping the precepts is breaking the vows, and being born is entering the WTO. The master who broke the three precepts kept the precepts in order to cultivate other people's Buddhas, and broke the precepts in order to cultivate his own Buddha. He is a Buddha, and the rules are different from world to world, and he just needs time to adapt to it, and he doesn't need to spend time accumulating it. Because his mood has arrived early... It may even have surpassed the Grandmaster. ”

When the words fell, the battle between the two monks had already begun.

As soon as Master Huitong made a move, he was the mastery of Dalin Temple's 'Bodhi Chiba Hand'.

Between the waves of the palms, the sky is full of palm shadows.

The virtual and the real are combined, and the palm wind is gusting.

At the same time, it also cooperated with Tianguang and Cloud Shadow, which can not be described as old and spicy, and it cannot be said that it is not strong.

The black-clothed monk only used the Luohan fist on the street with one hand, and the one who raised his hand was the Luohan holding the moon and walking away recklessly.

Crackling... ！

The palm prints fell on the black-clothed monk's body one after another, but they were blocked by him with the simplest fist.

turned to wave a hammer, and the force was sent to the ground and penetrated through the body.

Boom!

Master Huitong vomited blood and flew out and fell out of the ring.

"True monk, fake Bodhi, how did you beat the mortal golden-bodied Arhat?" Dugu Ming looked at this scene and commented lightly.

The top of the hill is quieter.

This time... No one dared to question the black-clothed monk in the slightest.

Ke Xiaoliang sat in front of the window and casually compared the number of Luohan boxing paths.

"It's not just a return to the basics, it's really an Arhat who went down to earth and performed the boxing method himself? What kind of way is this? On top of the boxing method, he recreated the artistic conception? This monk... Interesting!" Ke Xiaoliang focused his eyes on the black-clothed monk Po Sanjie, ready to see how many surprises he would bring to himself.