The opponent of the little monk Mingfa is a sixteen-year-old sturdy boy.

He was directly naked, and the strong muscles on his body were wrapped around him like a dragon.

However, contrary to what he imagined, his face was not strong.

The eyebrows look a little delicate.

He hugged his fist at the little monk Mingjing and said, "Senior brother Mingjing, do you really want to fight this one? I learned Fuhu Boxing, but I can't control the strength yet. As soon as I made a move, it was neither light nor heavy, I was afraid that I would hurt you. ”

The little monk Mingjing returned the salute with his fists at the other party and said, "Senior Brother Mingfa, you can rest assured that you can make a move, don't worry about me." ”

In the ring, Mingfa and Mingjing stood facing each other.

The figures of the two are one big and one small.

It's like a sturdy wolf and a newborn puppy.

It seems to be clear at a glance who wins and loses between the two.

Most of the spectators in the ring, whether it is the monks of the Ming generation or those who watch the game, are not optimistic about the little monk Spiegel.

In particular, some monks of the Ming generation are no strangers to the little monk Mingjing.

I also have a general understanding of the martial arts strength of the little monk Mingjing, and I know that his martial arts are not high.

It's a pity that their impression of the little monk Spiegel is still stuck in the past.

Seeing that the Ming Fa and the little monk Mingjing were ready, the referee in charge, one of the old monks of the Yuanzi generation, said: "Mingfa, Mingjing, let's start." ”

Mingfa said: "Senior Brother Mingjing, then I'm going to start attacking." If you can't take the offer later, you can always admit defeat and call it to stop. ”

The little monk Mingjing knew that this was the kindness of the Ming Dharma.

He nodded and said, "Senior Brother Mingfa, I know, you can start." ”

In the next moment, Mingfa no longer hesitated.

He took a big step and immediately rushed towards the little monk Spiegel.

The muscles in his whole body tensed, and with every step, the ring shook slightly, showing his good strength.

"Hey~~"

When he came to Mingjing, Mingfa quickly threw a punch.

The Iron Fist came suddenly.

Spiegel finally moved, and he immediately raised his arm to check.

"Bang~~"

The ring trembled.

The little monk of Mingjing firmly caught this heavy punch of Mingfa.

Mingfa was slightly surprised, and then smiled: "Good reception! I didn't expect that although you are young, Senior Brother Mingjing, your martial arts are not bad." Let's go on, you have to be careful, I'm going to use all my strength next. ”

The little monk Mingjing said: "Senior Brother Mingfa, then I will also use all my strength." ”

Mingfa laughed: "Okay, let's have a good fight." ”

"Bang Bang Bang~~~"

Immediately after, the sound of fists and feet constantly sounded in the ring.

Mingfa quickly used all his strength.

The more he fought, the more frightened he became.

He found that his attack, the little monk Spiegel actually took it all, and the opponent's strength became more and more powerful.

What made him most depressed was that the martial arts used by the little monk Spiegel were still a rotten Arhat boxing.

The other party actually used an Arhat boxing, which was on par with him.

It made him so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

At the same time, many people watching the battle in the ring also showed a look of surprise on their faces.

They didn't expect that the little monk Spiegel would be able to compete with Mingfa.

And so it went on for more than a dozen breaths.

The footsteps of the Ming Law gradually became chaotic.

Because he found that the strength of the little monk Mingjing's hand had surpassed his own.

And although the martial arts of the other party's envoy are Luohan boxing, the moves are tightly matched, and there is no flaw.

With "Fuhu Fist", he can't take advantage of the moves at all.

Even he had a faint feeling that the other party's "Luohan Fist" seemed to be much more clever than his own "Tiger Fist".

How is this possible?

The combination of many factors led him to a terrible conclusion.

The strength of the little monk Spiegel seems to be even higher than him.

"Bang~~"

As if to confirm his conclusion, the little monk Spiegel grabbed a flaw and blasted his body away with a punch.

Mingfa fell heavily out of the way.

Although Ming Fa had a strong muscle, at this time he found that his body seemed to be about to fall apart.

He was in pain, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"Brother Spiegel, I lost. ”

Mingfa lay in the ring and said with a wry smile.

This result was not only unexpected, but also greatly surprised most of the people watching the battle in the ring.

Some of the monks of the Ming generation were about to pop out of their eyes, and they had a hellish expression on their faces.

One of them said with a look of disbelief: "How is this possible?

"Yes, and he actually used a set of Arhat boxing to win the Ming Fa. It's incredible!"

"Isn't Luohan Boxing an introductory martial art on the rotten street? When did it become so powerful?"

"Could it be that Spiegel has a profound internal skill? As the saying goes, one force will drop ten. ”

"But Senior Brother Mingfa, this year has just entered the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm. How could the mirror be more profound than the skill of the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm?"

The monks of the Ming generation began to discuss.

The three of them, Ming Hai, Ming Si and Ming Ji, because they had seen the strength of the little monk Ming Spiegel before, were not much surprised.

Ming Hai said hatefully: "I can't imagine that even Mingfa is not Spiegel's opponent." ”

Ming Cheng on the side glanced at Ming Hai and said, "That Ming Jing just caught a flaw in Ming Fa. ”

Ming Hai said: "But that Ming Fa, how to say it, is also a late stage of Qi Cultivation Realm. ”

Ming Cheng said: "Ming Fa has just entered the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm this year, I want to defeat him, within twenty moves." ”

Ming Hai's eyes suddenly lit up.

Because of the two of them, the little monk Mingjing and Mingfa just now, the two sides have passed at least sixty or seventy moves.

This also means that Mingcheng's strength is above the mirror.

Ming Hai said sincerely: "Then please ask Senior Brother." ”

Ming Cheng nodded coldly and didn't say anything more.

At this moment, those people in the rivers and lakes who watched the battle were also shocked in their hearts.

They secretly sighed that the Hanging Temple really deserved to be the world's martial arts leader.

Some of them have good eyesight, and they have seen the martial arts realm of the little monk Spiegel.

Eleven-year-old Qi Cultivation Realm is in the late stage.

It's really terrifying.

Once this little monk grows up, his future achievements are limitless.

In the ring.

Looking at Mingfa, who was still lying on the ground for a long time and hadn't gotten up, the little monk Mingjing was a little worried, and asked, "Senior Brother Mingfa, are you okay?"

Mingfa exhaled heavily, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, just let me lie down for a while." ”

At this time, the referee in charge, one of the old monks of the round character, officially announced: "In this game, Mingjing wins." ”

Another Yuanzi monk sighed softly on the side: "It's really surprising, I didn't expect that little guy from Mingjing to have entered the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm. ”

As the outcome was decided, the little monk Spiegel returned to Ning Xiaotang's side.

Ning Xiaotang said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Shen Ning'er was curious: "Spiegel, why didn't you give full play to your strength?"

The little monk scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

He spoke: "I see that Senior Brother Mingfa is very good, so I want to fight him more. ”

Shen Ning'er suddenly said: "I see." ”

Obviously, the little monk Spiegel is thinking about each other.

After all, if he wins the opponent cleanly, the opponent will not look good.

Ning Xiaotang couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart.

This little guy is really a big ghost.