"Both sides fell to the ground, the first game, a draw!"

One of the monks beside the Supreme Venerable opened his voice and announced loudly.

But none of the Shaolin disciples paid attention to him, and they hurriedly carried Miao Xin to the first Buxin Master of the Medicine King Academy and asked him to check the injury.

Master Buxin immediately took out a pill and stuffed it into Miaoxin's mouth, and then quickly hit several major acupoints on his body, and after everything was done, he asked people to help lift Miaoxin back to the Medicine King Academy, and then whispered a few words to Master Buxin, and then left with Miaoxin.

When he heard Master Buxin say that Miaoxin still had some remaining energy, Master Bujie breathed a long sigh of relief, and then he came back to his senses and remembered the results that the other party had just announced.

"Obviously, your people were defeated by our Senior Brother Miaoxin, how can it be a draw?" At this time, some of the Shaolin disciples were also indignant and shouted out their objections.

"Hmph, before the start of the competition, we have already made the rules very clear, the person who falls to the ground, or the person who opens his mouth to beg for mercy loses, and now both of them have fallen to the ground, what is it if it is not a draw?" Taijian glanced at the person who spoke on the other side disdainfully, curled his eyelids, and said arrogantly.

Although the master of the non-ring knew that this was the opponent's strong words, he suddenly became a mess in his heart when he thought of the next two competitions.

Our strongest Miaoxin has no strength to fight again, and the other party in addition to Zhitong, at least there are Taijian and the master disciples of the landless lama, Taijian's methods he has seen, should be on par with Miaoxin, there can be no opponent on our side.

In addition, the invincible lama must also bring his own closed disciple over, as long as this person is at the same level as Zhitong, there will be no one on our side who can stop him.

After all, in the next two games, our side should lose.

As soon as he thought of this, a sullen breath rose in the heart of the master of non-discipline, blocking his chest, extremely uncomfortable, how could he still pay attention to the argument between the Shaolin disciple and the other party about whether it should be a draw.

At this moment, I saw a tall and muscular red-clothed lama slowly walking into the middle of the arena and said, "Lao Tzu Tantric Zhab, the representative of the second field, who are you going to take my fist in the end?"

Seeing that the other party sent the apprentice of the landless lama, it was obvious that they wanted to put Taijian at the end as the finale, because they were confident that no one in Shaolin was Taijian's opponent now, so even if Shaolin was lucky to win the second game, he could win the third game.

But Shaolin doesn't have shit, where does shit luck come from.

Now the master of non-discipline doesn't know who to send to fight, not to mention that the head-on confrontation is not necessarily the opponent of the other party, not to mention the silent poison, the poison that even Miaoxin has been hit, and anyone sent in this situation may not only lose the game, but also very likely to lose his life.

In Shaolin, the highest ranking among the young disciples is the Miao Zi generation, there are only two people, and unfortunately, the other person besides Miao Xin does not know martial arts.

Next is the empty character generation, with more disciples, among which the martial arts cultivation is a higher empty string, which has been seriously injured by Taijian, and it is impossible to fight.

The remaining disciples are all half a catty to eight taels.

Thinking of this, Master Bujie's eyes swept over the crowd and stayed on the two of them for a few minutes.

After Kong Ri and Kong Yue noticed that Master Bujie's gaze was shooting towards them, they hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to speak, and their bodies were still a little faintly trembling.

Seeing the appearance of the empty sun and the empty moon, a trace of anger flashed on the face of the master of the martial arts, and he shook his head and continued to look for other candidates.

Zabu seemed to be waiting a little impatiently, and said: "If you don't choose the right people, I don't mind if you send a few more people, and I can feel more comfortable by beating a few more people." ”

Hearing the other party's provocative words, some Shaolin disciples couldn't hold back the anger in their hearts, and they automatically asked for help.

Master Bujie glanced at them and found that most of them were new disciples who had just started for a short time, so he shook his head and said sternly, "Be quiet, I have my own decision." ”

He glanced up at the sky and saw a few dark clouds slowly drifting over, blocking the sun and covering the entire Shaolin.

At this moment, a stumbling figure suddenly squeezed out of the crowd and came to the side of the Master of Undiscipline.

"Master, let me play. ”

Hearing the voice, Master Bujie was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and saw Kongxian's resolute face, looking at himself with a calm expression.

"Nonsense, your injuries are not healed yet, what are you going to do! Master Bujie angrily reprimanded.

"Master, my parents died when I was a child, and it was Shaolin who raised me single-handedly, this is my home, you are my relatives, I just want to do something for my own home, for my relatives, so, let me play. ”

After hearing this, Master Bujie's thoughts suddenly flew back to twenty years ago.

It was a cloudy day, just like today.

On that day, before the Master of the Precepts became the first seat of the Precept Academy, he was still walking in the rivers and lakes, and when he passed a small mountain pass, he heard someone calling for help, so he hurriedly rushed over.

But when he arrived, it was too late, and a young couple had died at the hands of the bandits.

The bright knife was still dripping with hot blood, and the frightened face of a five-year-old boy was reflected on the knife.

"Boy, this world is not peaceful, your little baby can't survive, I'll give you a ride and reunite with your father. The bandit sneered, raised his machete, and slashed at the boy's head.

At this moment, a Buddha horn floated from a distance, and in the blink of an eye, a thick arm appeared above the boy's head, and with a bang, it blocked the sharp blade.

There was a faint golden light on this arm, and it blocked the blade so hard that no matter how hard the thieves tried, they couldn't cut into it for half a minute.

Seeing this scene, the bandit was frightened, knowing that he had met a master, he didn't even care about the knife, so he threw it directly at the master of the undisciplined, turned around and fled.

In this way, the master of the non-ring saved the boy's life and brought him back to Shaolin, where he was named Kong Xian.

Therefore, Kong Xian is not a disciple recruited through Shaolin's formal apprenticeship selection process, and his martial arts qualifications are naturally inferior to other junior brothers.

But when he reached the age of martial arts, he chose the most difficult Vajra Jin to cultivate.

With average qualifications, he learned King Kong Jin very hard, but he didn't give up, he put in a hundred times more effort than others, and flowed through the sweat of hundreds of pounds heavier than others, and finally let him embark on the road of King Kong Jin, and he walked very well.

The person he was most grateful to the Master of the Hundred Rings along the way, not because he saved his life, but because he taught him two hearts.

Looking at the angry eyes of the unpredicated master mixed with concern, the empty strings folded their hands, bowed respectfully to the unpredicated master, and said: "Master, you once told me that people live in this world, there are two hearts that are the most important, one is confidence and the other is perseverance, so I will not lose, and Shaolin will not be defeated!"