The longer he stays here, the more traces he will leave, and the more unclear Bai Lang will be. Bai Lang really wanted to blow up this thief's bald dog's head, but this couldn't be beaten - the little strength that this monk showed when he was helping him get a tattoo had already made this Bai Lang deeply vigilant, just like his thief with a military master, Bai Lang couldn't see where the height of this monk was.

"Help the donor get a tattoo, and drink a cup of tea from the donor today. You and I are also counted as cause and effect. The old man is gone. Bai Lang didn't want to ask if this monk had been beaten by his master at all, and now it seems that after this monk was freed, he didn't think about starting the fight now? Momoko, who was probing his brain on the side, was startled by Sakata.

"Didn't you send it up?" Bai Lang felt that there was no need to be frightened by these two women? As a result, he made all the food and drink of this monk for a long time, and he really made it himself, and he was really a good monk with a lot of skills...... Momoko and Sakata were also happy to see Bai Lang, and said that the Great Britain Mage had helped them pray for blessings. Bai Lang's face directly didn't know what kind of expression to show......

"This demon monk is at least a Bodhisattva or even a Buddha-level Heavenly Demon, and if nothing else, most of them are still Heavenly Demons who are free to transform into Heavenly Demons. Hey, such a heavenly demon is naturally a good person, he may be the last humanitarian, he satisfies and enjoys all the jade hopes of human beings......" Bai Lang thought about it, and he was also close to the Demon Dao, or how to say that he was the apprentice of Zhou Shubi, a thief and a soldier.

Zhou Baboon was already a villain when he was a little monster, and he did a lot of good things such as eating his mother fatly. He once wanted to use the overlord of the monkey head as a monkey to threaten the five parties to get out. Of course, it was not once or twice to fight with the heavenly soldiers and generals in the heavenly court, and even the fighting of the Western Heaven, and the Buddha and Vajra Bodhisattva, but also many times by the Guanzi Bodhisattva and the Buddha.

But the demon never repented...... No conversion.

Of course, none of this Bai Lang knows, he only knows that his master has been in prison for many years, and then he is so vicious and reckless. This Heavenly Demon Demon Monk, who has a mysterious relationship with his master, is certainly not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Since the monk is gone, Bai Lang is helpless, he can only eat, sleep and sleep, as for the possible blessings - there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and it is a big deal to change careers and be a tainted witness. In fact, Bai Lang also knows his own personality, and the tainted witnesses or something are just talking, and when it really comes to that moment, "think of a fart! fuck it!" is what he will do.

After Street Fighter signs up, it is natural that someone will send the address of the battle - as for the opponent, it is a secret. According to the tradition of Street Fighter, generally speaking, after eight rounds, you have already entered the finals - Street Fighter's finals have always been eight-person competitions, and the level is extremely high. And the first battle place that Bai Lang received was in the mountains of Japan-"Kai?

Street Fighter doesn't provide any transportation or guides, and their referees will only wait for both sides to arrive at the playing field. This is an extremely unfriendly rule for road idiot martial artists, and I don't know how many martial artists have been eliminated because they can't find a competition venue. Bai Lang has money, so he took the Shinkansen and chartered a bus to the foot of the mountain, and then he arrived on foot with GPS navigation.

For martial artists, the jungle has never been a problem, and the venue for the competition is obvious at a glance - because it will be a relatively flat area, and there is a small tent next to it for the referees and the recording team to rest, which the medical team does not have - Street Fighter does not need such things. This time, it was a forest glade in the middle of the mountains, and it was a shallow river full of pebbles.

"The streams in the mountains are flat. Bai Lang muttered, he didn't mind his shoes getting into the water at all, and stood directly on the pebble beach that was as deep as his calf, "Well, the current is not fast, it is estimated that it has become gentle due to the area." Before the player who was fighting against him arrived, Bai Lang stood like this, his arms around Shi Shiran and watched the sunlight shine through the gaps in the trees overhead, sprinkling pillars of light on the river beach.

This scene is pure and empty, and the person in charge of the referee is also a martial arts master, and the breath is actually integrated with this piece of nature, without the slightest manifestation of the scenery. The time of the match was around 3 p.m., and Bai Lang's opponent arrived only ten minutes before the match. This guy came by helicopter, and the downward air flow of the helicopter was very disturbing, which made Bai Lang frown slightly, and it was rare for him to be elegant......

Jumping down was a topless black man with dirty braids, a pair of loose trousers underneath, and bare feet. This guy is almost full of rhythm, jumping down and walking a few steps as if he is dancing and singing, and the flowing rhythm is very infectious. This nigga also has its own fucking BGM, and there is a small speaker hanging from the waist of this product, and the music playing seems to be reggae? This guy is jumping and jumping, and even the finger fist gloves make Bai Lang can't see what genre this product is.

"It's mostly me. Bai Lang thought, this stood up about the same height as him, and it seemed that he was also a good hand at fighting. The natural sense of rhythm of black people has always made them good at percussion. Sure enough, in the midst of the wild reggae music, the black man jumped forward and backward, punching and kicking as he pleased, but it was a pity that he did not wave.....

The rhythm of the blow is super strong, but no wave means no long-distance containment ability, so Bai Lang unscrupulously bullied this with a hurricane and gale fist, if he dodged or jumped over, then Bai Lang invited him to eat the extermination cut, and even the dragon fist imitated it. So after a minute of fighting, the ate more than a dozen waves, and was finally sent away by a white tiger Caesar wave.

The real nose and face were swollen and fell to the ground, and the referee signaled Bai Lang to walk up to this guy after the victory, and simply carried him away on a stretcher, as for healing? Bai Lang can be regarded as the victory of the first battle.

And when he returned to the house, the surprise came...... What appeared in front of him were two men in black, also wearing sunglasses. A man in black was thin and small but seemed to have ADHD for a moment, while the other man in black was handsome and tall, with an extremely brilliant momentum, "Have you ever seen this?" The tall man brushed out a piece of paper, and Bai Lang was not surprised to see that it was a master's dead head......