"With your help, I will remember your life-saving grace. ”

This old monk's legal name is actually a character interpreter, according to today's ranking, how can the other party also be a host or something, and his status is definitely not low. As for Nasha Shura, I'm afraid it's the master he worshipped when he was young, and his seniority is already higher.

"No thanks, it's just a casual effort, and I'm just suppressing your injuries, and you still need to take care of it yourself. Luo Hou said lightly, "As your Buddhists like to say, Buddha has a fate, you can meet me is fate, and I help you is also cause and effect." ”

"Amitabha, Your Excellency is so perceptive, the old monk admires and admires!!"

The old monk is not as lifeless as before, but has more vitality, and there is one more praise in the conversation at the moment, but at the same time he also expresses a trace of kindness.

Luo Hou didn't say anything more, Nashan Fuhu had already found a position, he took the lead and took everyone there together, ready to see the battle between Wu Hui and that little monk Fa Ming.

Everyone came to a boxing ring together, according to Yamafuhu, this used to be a place to fight black boxing, but because not many people brought it in, it was abandoned. Now that he is under the control of Lei Laohu, he plans to make a small stronghold and strive for development.

The battle between Wu Hui and the little monk Fa Ming soon began, one changed into sportswear, and the other was still a monk of Shaolin Temple, but it looked a little out of place.

"Hey, you said that the two of them will fight, who will win!!"

Others can see more or less something, even Lei Zeya has been in contact with Gu Wu, but her personality does not choose to inherit her father's Gu Wu. But He Xi is a real person, who does not belong to the ancient martial arts circle, and even when she learned that Luo Hou has martial arts, she thought it was a joke.

But later, Luo Hou showed more and more things, which made her have to believe that the other party really has martial arts, and it seems that he is still the kind of peerless master on TV. For some reason, she was slowly attracted by the other party's extraordinary, and she was also curious about it.

Luo Hou took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance in the air made him feel a trace of nostalgia, but he still exhaled that breath heavily, and then said lightly: "If you only talk about the ancient martial realm, Xiao Hui is worse than that little monk. When it comes to martial arts moves, the little monk from Shaolin will also have a lot of advantages. ”

"Then in this case, wouldn't Wu Hui be defeated, or let's stop this competition, it wouldn't be good in case of injury. ”

"No, Wu Hui won't lose, because I'm here!!"

Luo Hou didn't know that his faint domineering words caused different performances from everyone on the scene, some were envious, some were relieved, and some were trusting.

Several people who have seen Luo Hou's strength are naturally clear, and maybe with his tips, it is not an exaggeration that Wu Hui can really win the competition. Even He Yue breathed a sigh of relief, believing that with Luo Hou's departure, at least Wu Hui would not be really hurt, she just wanted the other party to learn a lesson, but she didn't want to really hurt the other party.

In their opinion, Luo Hou is almost no doubt with ordinary people, and this kind of open-mouthed words are probably to attract the attention of girls. Defeating Shaolin disciples, I'm afraid that ordinary ancient martial arts families can't do it to this extent, not to mention that Wu Hui's realm is lower than the other party, and this realm gap is difficult to make up.

The old monk Shakya Yuan was speechless, but there was also a trace of curiosity in his eyes, although he could see that Luo Hou was powerful, but it was not him who was competing at the moment. However, if he really played, the old monk would also prevent his disciples from participating, after all, this kind of self-inflicted hardship is easy to undermine confidence.

At this time, the two people on the ring were already in place, and under a "start", Wu Hui hugged his fists and bowed, while Fa Ming placed one hand on his chest and bowed. It's pre-match etiquette.

After completing the ceremony, the battle between the two officially began. Fa Ming is a monk after all, and he doesn't have such a strong desire to win, and at the same time, he knows that his cultivation is much stronger than the other party, so he doesn't take the initiative to attack.

Wu Hui didn't care so much, although the art of war is cloudy, and the enemy does not move, I will not move, but it is also said that those who seize the opportunity will have more advantages.

Swing your fist and attack, and the fist drives the strong wind to attack Fa Ming. Fa Ming didn't dodge or dodge, his palm was still extended, but he met Wu Hui's fist, defused the opponent's attack, and gently led the opponent's attack out of the game.

Wu Hui's moves are open and close, which is a set of boxing techniques suitable for the battlefield, so vaguely Luo Hou can guess the other party's background, which is somewhat related to the military.

The boxing moves are not so fancy, but very practical, and the position of the strike is mostly the fatal point of the opponent, and the light is coma or death. Of course, the opponent is a Shaolin disciple, and he has strong strength, and Wu Hui has no reservations.

Fa Ming didn't show much martial arts at this time, more of a dodge of Wu Hui's attacks, and the opponent's serial offensives really made him unable to find a way to crack it for a while. Fortunately, he is not in a hurry, and he is no stranger to this kind of protracted war.

The boxing style in the ring is staggered, and the audience is silent, and no one seems to want to disturb the competition of the people on the ring. Of course, they also know that everything has just begun, and the place of climax has not yet arrived.

However, as Wu Hui's offensive became more and more fierce, he still couldn't hit Na Faming, and his dominant position gradually changed. And this feeling of always hitting the cotton and not using force also made his mentality change.

The arrival of the double change also somewhat indicates that this competition will be fast to the G point, of course, if it is fast, it can be regarded as the end.

In desperation, Wu Hui slowed down his offensive, set his eyes on Luo Hou's direction, and sent a distress signal. At this time, even if he still wants to continue to fight against the other party, he is a little powerless.

And this method can be regarded as Luo Hou's whispering to him at the beginning, if he feels that his situation is not good, he can look at the audience, give a hint, and let Luo Hou give guidance and help.

Of course, he could have asked Luo Hou to help as soon as he came to power, but the small self-esteem in his heart still supported him to fight for a long time, but now the situation is different, and the other party is gradually turning from defense to offense, and he is a little unbearable.

Luo Hou was a little speechless when he saw this, but he already had a general idea in his heart, after all, the so-called guidance is not to directly teach the other party a set of martial arts, and then defeat the other party. Pointing is a move from the opponent's original move, and it becomes more flexible, so as to respond to the opponent's move.

Four or two thousand pounds, one hand to the opponent's hand, with the palm of the palm to meet the opponent's fist, and then suddenly exert force, driving the opponent's fist to hit other directions. ”