In the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, when the serious master retreated with not thin, not handsome and Jingfa, only the fat and Dongying monks were left in the field.

Standing in place, grinning and smirking, he clasped his hands together and stretched upwards vigorously to warm up before the fight.

As his hands stretched, everyone could clearly see that the fat on Bu Fei's body was constantly shaking up and down, as if it might fall to the ground in the next moment.

With this figure, do you dare to compare yourself with the other party?

Is this serious old monk crazy?

Seeing this scene, there was a slight discussion among the Shaolin disciples.

But the serious master had a serious face and did not have the slightest worried look.

Behind him stood three apprentices respectfully, all of them looking carefree like serious masters.

Jingfa knew that although his senior brother, who was not fat, looked fat, he was a person who could bounce hundreds of catties of fat at will, how could his body be poor.

So he's not worried.

After the end of the game just now, he listened to the introduction of others, saying that they would try three more times, and the other party's request was that they must send apprentices of serious masters.

He glanced at him who was not fat, thin, or handsome, and said with a smile, just the three senior brothers had a fight each, and there was nothing to do with himself, thinking of this, his mood was extremely relaxed, holding his hands on his chest, and quietly enjoying the next good show.

When the Dongying monk saw that he was not fat and had a sideways face, he immediately felt that it was simply an insult to his dignity for the master to let him appear, this kind of person was not worth his action at all, because he had always thought that he was the most outstanding disciple of Master Honghai, and even Zhitong was a big step behind him.

I saw that after I finished stretching my arms, I began to twist my waist.

Of course, in the eyes of others, not fat has no waist at all, but I just see the fat around the waist constantly shaking.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, Bu Fat finished the warm-up exercise, glanced at the Dongying monk, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I haven't been in a fight, so I'm a little nervous, this warm-up has been done for a long time, so you have been waiting for a long time." ”

The Dongying monk snorted coldly: "Hmph, a fat man is always a fat man, no matter how long he warms up, he is always a fat man." ”

Generally, fat people hate others to call themselves fat, but they are not fat but not angry, he nodded and said: "Master said that it is very good to be fat, and many people can't do it if they want to, so these people who always call others fat are actually jealous, are you also like them, jealous of me?"

After listening to the words that were not fat, the Dongying monk was immediately enraged: "Whoever rides the horse has time to envy you, suffer death!"

As soon as the words fell, the Dongying monk disappeared on the spot, and he was not seen around.

He didn't really disappear, but was moving at an extremely fast speed, which seemed to have surpassed the previous appearance of Zhitong.

In the eyes of the master of the non-precepts, he saw the monks jumping up and down around the fat place, like a wild monkey in the mountains.

He was not fat but stood still and did not move, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen handprints on his monk's robe.

Seeing this, the Shaolin disciples shook their heads and sighed, although they had long known that the figure of not being fat could not be the opponent of the Dongying monks, but everyone had a trace of luck in their hearts, fantasizing that not being fat was actually a top master, and all appearances were just disguises.

But fantasy is just fantasy after all, and it will always be defeated by reality.

In the first competition, it is limited to one stick of incense, and whoever can touch the other party more times will win.

At this time, the competition had just begun, and the handprints on Bufat's body were increasing at a very fast rate.

If it continues like this, in less than a stick of incense, there will be no cleanliness on the monk's clothes on the body of the non-fat.

But the serious master still looked serious, not nervous, not in a hurry.

He turned to look at the three apprentices and said, "Why are you still stunned, cheer for your senior brother." ”

When the not handsome, not thin, and Jingfa heard the master's order, they immediately waved their fists and shouted: "Come on, senior brother, come on, senior brother." ”

But there were only three cheers in the square of Nuoda, and the rest were just sighs.

After the time of half-burnt incense, Bu Fat looked down at the monk's robe on his body, and grinned: "The junior disciples said, cheer me on, I like oil the most, for the sake of oil, I want to move, ready, Dongying monkey." ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure that was not fat and fat suddenly disappeared.

The Dongying monk didn't seem to expect that at the moment when Bu Fat disappeared, he appeared where Bu Fat was standing, with a blank expression.

And at this moment, everyone clearly saw that in the blink of an eye, the monk's robe on the back of the Dongying monk was already covered with handprints, and there was no longer even a gap in sight.

Seeing this scene, thunderous cheers immediately erupted among the Shaolin disciples, and finally, the cheering sound on the scene was no longer only a lonely three, but one after another, deafening.

Master Honghai, who saw this scene, was also shocked, and hurriedly yelled at the Dongying monk: "Wisdom staff, what are you still doing in a daze, move." ”

And the wisdom staff didn't seem to react at all to why the Shaolin disciples were cheering and why his master was angry, because his eyes didn't grow behind his neck and he couldn't see the situation behind him.

The palm power that hit him was so light that he couldn't detect it at all.

Although it was not clear what was happening, Master's words were orders, and the wisdom staff moved quickly again and disappeared in place.

Both moved fast, and only a few of those present could see clearly.

As the incense burned shorter and shorter, the brows of the Master of the Immortals became more and more relaxed, while the brows of the Supreme Venerable and the others became more and more furrowed.

Because since the body of the not fat has moved, there has been no new handprint on the body of the non-fat, and the handprint on the wisdom staff has increased at an incredible rate.

It's not fat, but it doesn't mean he's slow.

Because he is not fat, the big apprentice of a serious master.

In the process of moving quickly, Zhizhu finally knew that he had underestimated the strength of not being fat, he didn't expect a fat man to be able to beat himself in body style, although he was unwilling, but there was no way, because his body style was indeed not as good as not fat, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

The first competition is a physical test, but there is no provision that martial arts other than the birth method cannot be used.

So the wisdom staff made a move, he is the apprentice of Master Honghai, and the strongest martial arts is in addition to the body method, that is the true word.

Suddenly, more than a dozen loud noises erupted in the air, accompanied by air fluctuations, and quickly shot towards a certain place in the air.

The speed of the mantra is very fast, and he travels as fast as the sound, so when the voice arrives, it is when the mantra arrives.

The moment the mantra appeared, the Shaolin disciples suddenly gasped, and sweated in their hearts for not getting fat.

But just because he's not fat doesn't mean he's slow.

I saw that the mantra continued to shoot out in different places in the air like a whizz, but there was no explosion.

Because the speed of not getting fat has exceeded the speed of sound, and the truth will not tolerate him.

The time of a stick of incense is very fast, and as the incense burns out, the figures of Bu Fat and Zhi Staff appear in the square at the same time.

The not fat monk's robe still has the dozens of handprints that existed before it disappeared, and the wisdom scepter is full of no clean place.

The result is already obvious, in the first match, Shaolin won.

This is Shaolin's first victory today, and the sullen breath that has been held for a long time finally broke out in an instant, and the Shaolin disciples cheered, constantly shouting the name of not fat.

And the look on Zhiwan's face became more and more gloomy.

He looked at the Shaolin disciples who were dancing happily, slowly transported a breath of true qi, and suddenly spoke, and an extremely strong mantra broke out of the air and roared towards the Shaolin disciples.