Before the monk who was inserted could react, the blood poured out like a flood out of the gate.

After shaking a few times, his body also trembled, like a pile driver, the feeling of thrusting back and forth.

"I ........" The tall monk was bored for a while. When he saw the blood rushing from his shoulders, he understood.

he

Lost.

Lost very completely, was understated by the monk in front of him, a critical blow, if it wasn't for the other party's hand, now he would have to go back to the spring.

The four of them are all practicing horizontal martial arts, and there is not much difference in physical strength, the tall monk was defeated, and the others naturally could not regenerate the slightest fighting spirit. Knowing that he is invincible, he still has to go up and be inserted with iron bones, not a fool!

While wanting to retreat from his heart, his heart also rose in awe of the young monk named Ling Bai in front of him.

How powerful is that finger? A light insertion will cause blood to soar.

Seeing this scene, the passing monk was not calm.

I swore that it would be absolutely impossible to break the defense, but now I am cowardly one by one?

"You haven't lost yet. He reminded with some hatred that iron does not become steel.

"We lost, Uncle Shi. The remaining three warrior monks replied honestly.

"I ......"

Passing by, I almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, who are these people?

"If you lose this game, isn't it a best-of-three game? If you go to fight him again, if he also falls, the score will be 1:1, and you can agree on the content of the next game. ”

Several people suddenly realized and nodded in unison.

"Next, I'll do the first punch. A warrior monk with a strong body regained his confidence and stepped out.

It is true that they are completely defeated in terms of physical strength, but the other party may not be able to block their attack! Henglian is not just a martial art that allows others to beat but does nothing, in terms of strength, they are not bad.

"Good. Ling Bai nodded.

The ordinary punch is really ordinary, not only in the moves, but also in the strength and intensity.

Ling Bai didn't move, blinked, and said in a low voice: "This is the level of the warrior monk of the Dharma Academy of the Great Xiangguo Temple?"

The face of the elite warrior monk was full of disbelief, he could kill several cows with this punch, and the other party was indifferent? Is it holding on? Is it going to wait until no one is there to vomit blood?

Why be so stubborn?

Humiliating people if you admit defeat now?

scold

Man!

"Okay, keep going. "The elite warrior monk saved his dignity in time, which means that Ling Bai has actually been seriously injured.

Ling Bai couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't say anything, people want to face trees and bark, and it's not good to blow too hard if the other party is respectful.

The next one followed suit, and the moves were a little more complicated and fancy, and it looked like a good look. As soon as the right fist came out, the wind was violent!

"There's play. ”

The passing monk grinned, already thinking about what would be more beneficial to him in the last game.

A literary fight?

If he appeared in person, it shouldn't be a big problem, after all, he followed the Wumen Zen Master for several years, and he also learned some Buddhism under the influence of his ears and eyes. On the other hand, the other party, heh, it's just a demon monk with empty force, do you know what the Heart Sutra is?

Having made up his mind, he looked forward excitedly.

Under the mighty fist wind, a steely fist hit Ling Bai's body, making a dull sound.

Boom.

hiss

The warrior monk who threw the punch gasped.

It hurts.

But I don't say.

"Abbot Ling is really determined, you can continue to hold on, and when you go back, you will vomit blood and die. The right hand of the punching warrior monk was in severe pain, and he snorted coldly and returned with dignity.

The passing monk already realized in his heart that something was wrong, and the demon monk Ling Bai was like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, refreshing his worldview again and again. He wondered if he was going to be a scoundrel and forcibly debate the Dharma with him in order to determine the ownership of the relics.

After thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to worry, it was excellent to let Ling Bai take two more punches, even if he couldn't die, it would make him unhappy.

He didn't believe that being beaten could still give him a sense of accomplishment.

The fight continues.

The last of the three warrior monks is once again in strength.

"Hopefully you won't fall when I turn around. ”

......

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the tall warrior monk with fingers pierced by his shoulders.

"........." tall warrior monk.

Why can't I see that I'm injured? Can I take care of the emotions of the injured person?

His eyes were still burning, it was love, encouragement, and hope, and his scalp was numb when he stared at it.

Symbolically hammered Ling Bai on the chest with a small fist, the tall warrior monk did not save his dignity, because the injury on his shoulder was enough to explain everything, no one would blame an injured person for failing to do damage, and no one would mind giving Grandpa Lu incense before leaving.

Everything comes naturally.

Losing two games in a row, they lost, and this time they really lost.

Ling Bai had enough fun with them, and several pilgrims had come over with incense sticks one after another, and he and the staff in the temple still had to greet customers, so he hurriedly waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up, I really haven't seen the relics poor monk you said, don't delay my life.... Guidance on life. ”

"Guidance?Are you qualified?Are you familiar with the scriptures?Do you have Buddhist attainment?Hehe.....," the passing monk sneered.

Syllable.

Ling Bai directly slapped him in the face.

"Let you go, what are you doing with so much nonsense, and if you don't leave, you will lose the door and leave. ”

The passing monk was stunned in place, he thought that after such a radical attack by himself, Ling Bai would definitely be furious and want to compete with him for Buddhist attainments, but he didn't expect that he would only be like thunder. Yes, he was beaten! He was beaten......

"Demon monk, you dare to hit me?"

Syllable.

Another slap in his already bruised face.

Passing by, he grinned and wanted to cover his mouth, but found that the corners of his mouth were upturned, and his facial muscles seemed to be completely necrotic, and he couldn't move at all.

"You ......."

"You haven't gotten on yet!"

Passing by shouted loudly in anger.

Such a wolfdog-like wail successfully attracted the attention of several pilgrims.

What is said on the Internet is true?

Did the monks of Daxiangguo Temple really come to trouble Master Ling?

Big news, it's definitely first-hand information.

Some people took out their mobile phones and started recording videos, while others started making phone calls, as a native of Zhujia Village, the benefactors of the whole village were blocked, how could they bear it?

"Uncle Shi, someone is recording a video. The Warrior Monk reminded.

Passing by, I also noticed that someone was filming, but I didn't panic at all, except for Ling Bai, they didn't confide in anyone else at all, even if they were photographed, what if they refused to admit that they were monks from Daxiangguo Temple.

"Hit, get the stuff back. With an order, the four warrior monks rushed forward.

"You ..... It's true.... Very... Dislike. ”

Ling Bai was completely furious.

And the price of anger is..........

Boom.

One person was smashed directly, and the ribs in his chest were broken, and he fell to the ground spitting blood and wailing.