Monk Jingming copied it, and directly clamped the Qingfeng Sword in Shi Kezhen's hand with his hand, Shi Kezhenren's face changed drastically, he didn't expect that Monk Jingming really wanted to play the set of empty-handed snatching the white blade, so it was inevitable that he looked down on him too much.

The technique of snatching the white blade empty-handed is not uncommon in any school and boxing, but the difficulty is that there must be a very big disparity in strength between the two, so that it is possible to successfully capture the white blade empty-handed.

He really can't evaluate whether the Jingming monk is looking for death or death.

But he knew very well that he was completely despised by the little monk Jingming.

At that moment, Shi Ke Zhenren's heart was ruthless, his wrist flipped, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand stirred, he wanted to see if the palm of the Jingming monk was really sharper than his sword!

But to the complete surprise of the master and the real person, the Jingming monk actually bent his five fingers and grabbed directly on the blade of the sword.

This really scared him, you must know that he grabbed the white blade empty-handed, and even dared to touch the sword spine with his palm, a place without a blade, as for the sword blade, I am afraid that even a master of transformation would not dare to touch it, and the pure Ming monk is really too big.

But then, Shi Ke Zhenren felt an incomparable vastness of power coming from the sword, and his hand involuntarily let go.

In the next moment, I saw the two figures of the Jingming monk and the Shi Ke Zhenren staggered, and the two turned away from each other and stood quietly on the ground.

As for the people around them, they shattered their eyeballs.

Oh my God!

They really couldn't believe it, how could the Qingfeng Sword in the hands of Shi Ke Zhenren appear in the hands of the Pure Ming Monk.

At this time, Shi Ke Zhenren was covered in a cold sweat, and looked at himself with both hands blankly, as if everything in front of him was illusory, and his sword was actually still in his hand.

"Bang dang!"

Monk Jingming casually threw the Qingfeng Sword in his hand to the ground, making a crisp sound!

There was an instant uproar on the field, and no one expected that the empty hand of the Jingming monk would actually succeed.

Shi Ke Zhenren's face was blue and white for a while, he was unwilling to admit defeat like this, his mind moved, he shook his palm, stepped on the gossip, flashed to the back of the Jingming monk, and then slapped out with both hands, and hit the back of the Jingming monk with a homeopathic palm!

Monk Jingming's figure flashed, jumped directly to the edge of the boxing ring, and flashed Shi Kezhen's palm.

Jingming's hands were slowly raised, and the speed was extremely slow, as if he was carrying a majestic mountain in his hands.

When the hand of the Jingming monk was placed on his chest, one pointed to the sky, and the other pointed to the ground, in an instant, he only felt a bright and magnificent momentum emerging from him, and there was a faint whirlwind rolling up behind him, which penetrated the sky and the earth, and the figure of the Jingming monk was also enlarged, immeasurable, as if in the sky and on the ground, only the Jingming monk existed.

Shi Kezhen's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but he found that at this time, there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, and his whole body was shrouded by the momentum of the pure monk.

In the next moment, the Jingming monk stepped forward with one foot, this foot was like a hundred feet tall Arhat, Buddha, thousands of miles away, and came to the front of Shi Ke Zhenren with a flick of his fingers.

The Jingming monk pointed into his palms, raised it high, and then slapped it downward, like ten thousand mountains pressing down!

"Boom!"

I only heard a loud noise, and Shi Ke Zhenren flew out upside down like a disemboweled cannonball, and slammed into the pillar of the boxing ring!

The smoke and dust were filled, and Shi Ke was lying on the ring, motionless.

Shi Kezhen's face is like ashes, and he doesn't even know how to step down.

Monk Jingming walked down, Chu Hao gave him a thumbs up and praised: "Monk, the progress is not small." ”

Monk Jingming paused for a moment, then clasped his hands together, "This is all the credit of Chu Jushi." ”

Chu Hao smiled slightly, but didn't speak, everything was obviously silent.

Naturally, what did the pure monk mean by what he said, if he hadn't put so much pressure on him, the pure monk might not have made such a fast progress.

However, it is true that as he said just now, the Jingming monk has indeed made a lot of progress, otherwise he can't defeat Shi Ke Zhenren so easily, and this should be regarded as an older generation of martial artists.

Of course, although Shi Ke Zhenren is a martial artist of the older generation, his strength can really only be regarded as average, otherwise how could he be arranged to become the opponent of the pure Ming monk.

"Next, it's my turn. Shi Dazhuang said humbly.

Chu Hao and the others nodded, it was not surprising, why did Gan Shuilan and the four of them appear together today.

Originally, although the competition of C-level martial artists was naturally not as good as Chu Hao's opening scene, no matter how coincidental it was, it would not be possible to say that the four of them could compete on the same day.

This is Chu Hao found Kem and asked Kem to make adjustments, as soon as today's competition is over, Gan Shuilan and they plan to leave the Ghost Particle with Chu Hao.

Heisai's medical level is really worthy of its reputation, the external injuries on Chu Hao's body are basically almost healed, and the remaining dark injuries in the meridians and internal organs have not healed, this needs to be slowly recuperated, this recuperation is okay there, and it doesn't need to be in the ghost particle.

Anyway, all in all, there's no need to stay on the Spectre Particle anymore.

Shi Dazhuang slowly walked towards the boxing ring, like a stone giant, one step at a time, it seemed that the entire martial arts arena was trembling.

Some clumsily climbed onto the ring, Shi Da feats looked around, and the entire martial arts arena was silent.

It's strange that there wasn't even a single person who laughed at his clumsiness.

What are you kidding, when you look at Shi Dazhuang's size, he is another embryo of Hercules.

Although Hercules was defeated in Chu Hao's hands, this absolutely does not mean that Hercules's strength is not good.

On the contrary, it can even be said that Hercules can be said to dominate the entire A+-level martial artist, otherwise he would not have been arranged to become Chu Hao's opponent.

Besides, starting with Chu Hao, all the way to the pure Ming monk just now.

The audience on the stage seemed to be a little superstitious, and seemed to feel that in the dark, the god of luck had been standing on Chu Hao's head, and there was no doubt that Shi Dazhuang was also with Chu Hao.

Then, it means that the victory is likely to belong to Shi Dazhuang.

In this world, the victor should not be ridiculed.

And Shi Dazhuang's opponent was already in place, similar to the dress of the green ghost just now.

In other words, this is also a Muay Thai fighter.

Chu Hao rubbed his nose a little playfully, this Muay Thai king had a grudge against himself, but he didn't meet his disciples, so he let Wang Zhongshui and them all run into each other.

"What the hell are you?" asked Shi Dazhuang with some hesitation.

Shi Dazhuang and Chu Hao have known each other for so long, and the grievances and grievances between Chu Hao and the Muay Thai King are naturally clear, and they also know that the disciples of the Muay Thai King are all called ghosts.

"I'm a yellow ghost. The yellow ghost said with a smile.

"Are you sure, you're a Muay Thai fighter?" Shi Dazhuang asked in disbelief.

He felt that the yellow ghost was not the same as the Muay Thai fighter in his memory, smiling, and the ordinary Muay Thai fighter, in his feeling, in general, was basically like a killer, exuding a cold and bone-chilling aura, as if he was going to kill someone who didn't like him.

"I'm sure!"

As soon as the words fell, the yellow ghost stretched out his hand, the momentum on his face changed suddenly, becoming extremely fierce, and the warm smile before disappeared in an instant.

Shi Dazhuang nodded, this is the momentum that a Muay Thai fighter should have.

"Then you're welcome!"

Before the words fell, Shi Dazhuang's right leg bent forward, and at the same time, a fist spun out from under his ribs, straight into the sky, and blasted towards the face of the yellow ghost!

Seeing this, the yellow ghost stretched his arm forward and made an incomparably simple, but fierce and sharp jab and Shi Dazhuang's fist collided together.

"Shhh

As soon as he came into contact with the yellow ghost, Shi Dazhuang suddenly felt a pain in his hand, and his fist seemed to have been kicked by a horse, and his bones felt like they were about to break.

Muay Thai has a history of murder, and it is rumored that Muay Thai fighters need to break an arm-thick stake every day to finish their training.

However, although the lethality is strong, the peak is only a few years, and it can be said that it relies on overdrawing vitality in exchange for lethality.

The original training is cruel, coupled with the unique tangling of Muay Thai, which makes the Muay Thai fighter's fists much harder than ordinary martial artists.

Wrapping hemp refers to the circle of white cloth wrapped around the hands of the boxer, which was first wrapped around the fist with strips of horse leather and hemp rope to increase the power of the fist.

Later, tampons were used, because the surface of the sliver can be soaked with stone and soft sticky, which can make the surface of the phase rougher and harder, so it greatly increases the lethality. Therefore, there are often boxers who are often beaten to the point that their skin is open and their blood is flowing all over their faces, and their condition is unsightly.

And the yellow ghost is wrapped around the tampon.

"Hey, hey!"

The yellow ghost screamed, and kicked Shi Dazhuang in the stomach again.

Knowing that his strength was far inferior to the yellow ghost, Shi Dazhuang naturally would not fight hard with him, and the side of his body flashed over, and when his old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, he put his hands together, grabbed the leg kicked out by the yellow ghost, and then pulled it forward, wanting to pull it down!

The calf was suddenly grabbed by Shi Dazhuang, the yellow ghost's expression changed slightly, he had never been caught in the leg, he was short at the moment, and the center of gravity shifted downward, making his body more stable, and at the same time slammed a fist into Shi Dazhuang's head.

Shi Dazhuang immediately let go of the yellow ghost's leg with one hand, his arm bent, his elbow was like a gun, and his elbow was pierced into the yellow ghost's fist!

"Bang!"

Between the yellow ghost's fist and Shi Dazhuang's elbow, a crisp sound suddenly burst out, which could make the strength of the two of them great.

However, it will be the turn of the yellow ghost to grin in pain and cold sweat, while Shi Dazhuang has nothing to do.

As the saying goes, one elbow is ten punches, and no matter how powerful the yellow ghost's fist is, it can't compare to Shi Dazhuang's elbow.

Seeing this, Shi Dazhuang stepped forward, his elbow sprang out like a poisonous snake, and stabbed directly into the throat of the yellow ghost!

Huang Ghost was shocked in his heart, Muay Thai is originally a fist with elbows and knees, so he naturally knew the power of Shi Dazhuang's elbow, and directly closed his arms and blocked it in front of him.

But who knows, Shi Dazhuang was like a grasshopper, his body turned around, and he ran directly to his side, and his five fingers were together, like the tip of a knife, directly poked at the waist and eye of the yellow ghost.

The yellow ghost suddenly felt pain, roared with a fist, and smashed into Shi Dazhuang's head!

But Shi Dazhuang actually smiled, elbowed like a gun again, and touched the yellow ghost hard.

"Shhh

Huang Ghost couldn't help but gasp, he felt that the strength of Shi Dazhuang's elbow was greater this time, and it seemed that a phalanx had been broken!

Shi Dazhuang's figure changed again, and he poked at the waist eye on the other side of the yellow ghost.

The yellow ghost suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, his body retreated suddenly, and he kicked it with a flying kick, if it wasn't for Shi Dazhuang's palm blocking it, and suddenly retreating backwards, I'm afraid he would be kicked directly to the head, not to mention that the whole person would be wasted, at least it would be okay to kick a concussion.

Huang Ghost really hasn't seen Shi Dazhuang's style of play, it's just a scoundrel.

Just aim at your waist and eyes, poke it in the east and poke it in the west, but the pain is not too painful, it is annoying, like a mosquito, and you can't get rid of it.

After all, he has practiced Muay Thai for so many years, and although his muscles and flesh are not steel and iron bones, they are not something that Shi Dazhuang's fleshy palms can shake.

But who knows, next, after Shi Dazhuang was forced to retreat, he was not in a hurry to attack, but turned left and right, most of them were avoiding the yellow ghosts, but sometimes they took cold shots and punched twice.

The more the yellow ghost fights, the more he wonders, looking at this posture of not fighting, Shi Dazhuang should have lost the desire to fight and waited to be killed, but looking at Shi Dazhuang's confident appearance, it was definitely not what he imagined.

This made the yellow ghost completely confused, just like the second monk was confused, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Shi Dazhuang's gourd.

"It's almost time. Shi Dazhuang suddenly said with a smile.

"What?"

Huang Gui froze for a moment and subconsciously asked.

"Your waist shouldn't be in good shape right now, right?" Shi Dazhuang asked.

The yellow ghost snorted, and his face became pale.

Just now, he was just about fighting, Shi Dazhuang didn't speak, he really didn't notice that his waist was indeed aching faintly, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

Soon, he felt a pain in his bone marrow, a pain in his heart, as if he was about to be torn apart.

"It should be too late to go to the hospital now, otherwise you will have to change your kidney. Shi Dazhuang said.

"You! What did you do to me? Those two palms!"

The yellow ghost said with a frightened expression, and then came to his senses in an instant.

Shi Dazhuang still had a smile on the corner of his mouth and didn't speak, but all this was in this smile.

It was indeed Shi Dazhuang who made a move, otherwise he would have poked the yellow ghost in the waist just now.

To be honest, when it comes to external skills, even he is not as good as Huang Gui, a Muay Thai master who has been in Muay Thai for 20 years, after all, people have to drive wooden stakes and steel plates every day, and his muscles and bones are almost close to steel and iron bones.

After all, although he is also a master of external skills, what he has learned is also the authentic means of strengthening the body of Xuanmen, compared to Muay Thai fighters like Huang Gui, who use various inhuman methods to forcibly strengthen the crooked ways of the evil sect that strengthens the muscles and bones, it is still slightly inferior.