In the early morning of May 18, the morning glow was rising. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info about a mile below the Shaomuro Mountain, surrounded by peaks and tall pines, and a small stream meanders down. At this time, it was the opening of the 20-year martial arts conference.

But I saw that the valley was crowded with heroes from all walks of life. Some stood on the boulder, while others stood on the shoulders of their companions, and the water was really rubbing shoulders and the water could not be squeezed.

Let's say that the martial arts platform is paved with white marble bricks five feet square, and the square martial arts platform with a length and width of six zhang each. There is a grandstand at dozens of stone steps above the competition platform.

There are four seats in the stands, and sitting in the center is the organizer of this time, the abbot of Shaolin Temple "Zhigang" master. Sitting on his left hand was the Kunlun faction's second-in-command "Yuyang" real person. Sitting on the right hand of Abbot Zhigang is Shen Yuye, the master of the "Bajian Pavilion".

As for the empty one, it was originally reserved for Dongfang Yunqi, the owner of "Ziyun Villa", but he couldn't be there because he had important things to do today, and as for the heroes from all walks of life in the audience, they could only make do with it.

Xiao Yichen, with all his strength, squeezed forward. The people next to him were shaken away, and he ignored the heroes who were glaring at him, and said as he walked: "I'm sorry, borrowed, borrowed..."

Xiao Yichen looked at the stands and saw the abbot Zhigang, wearing a scarlet robe and holding a string of Buddhist beads. He was about fifty years old, tall and mighty, with a beard under his chin, which was black and dense. It's like an angry-eyed King Kong, not angry and self-assured.

Looking at the "Yuyang Zhenren" again, I saw that he was dressed in a white robe, embroidered with a Taiji fish pattern on his chest, with a slender figure, a long beard and a chest, and indeed had the posture of a fairy wind and bones, but between the opening and closing of his eyes, the essence appeared, and it could be said that he was not an easy person.

turned to look at Shen Yuye, but saw that he was dressed in a cyan robe and of medium stature. With a handsome face, a four-inch goatee on his chin, and a smile on his lips, he was the most approachable of the three.

At this time, the abbot of "Zhigang" glanced at the "Yuyang" real person and Shen Yuye, stood up, and shouted a Buddha name: "Amitabha...."The abundant voice echoed in the valley for a long time. The crowd of heroes under the stands changed color, and the noisy voices suddenly fell silent.

I saw the abbot Zhigang and continued: "Heroes and heroes, thousands of miles away from Shaolin, Lao Qu on behalf of the whole temple to greet the heroes. After speaking, he bent down and bowed.

"Master Abbot, how dare you be polite, how dare you..."The heroes in the audience returned the salute one after another.

"Zhigang" continued: "I heard that there has recently been another cult of the 'Xuanyu Sect' on the rivers and lakes, so the purpose of our martial arts conference this time should be to select a hero with outstanding kung fu to command the heroes, destroy the evil cults in the world, and maintain the peace of the martial arts!"

"Okay, good...."The audience all applauded and applauded. Zhigang pressed his hand down, and it fell silent for a moment. continued: "Next, some details about the competition will be explained by my nephew "Zijue", Zijue, don't come up soon. ”

"Yes, Master. At this time, I saw a little monk jumping up from the side. About sixteen or seventeen years old, white and fat, what makes people laugh is that his monk's robe, barely covering his stomach, will be exposed as soon as he lifts his chest and back, his small belly like Maitreya Buddha.

"Haha...," everyone in the audience laughed.

The little monk, seeing this, couldn't help but be annoyed, and snorted coldly. Turning his head to the abbot of "Zhigang" beside him, he said, "Master Master, please sit down, and then leave it to me." ”

"Hmm. Abbot Zhigang nodded and sat in place.

I saw that the little monk called "Zijue", a swallow copied water three times, and fell on the competition platform, with light and chic movements. It gives the illusion of a stupid bear dancing lightly.

When the heroes in the audience were still surprised at this time, the little monk named Zijue suddenly shouted: "Everyone....heroes and heroes....", a deafening voice suddenly sounded in the valley.

The heroes, shocked when they saw this, put away their contempt. Xiao Yichen couldn't help but nod when he saw this.

Zijue, seeing that the group of heroes had changed their attitude towards themselves, "hehe" chuckled and continued: "Next, let me explain some details of the competition, first of all, do not use hidden weapons, poison, do not take people's lives, violators will be disqualified from the competition." Second, this competition is divided into two forms: the lottery elimination system and the challenge system, and those who win two consecutive games in the competition can step down and rest for a round. The third person who falls off the stage loses, and he can also admit defeat, so the competition has officially begun!"

"Okay, good ,...." the audience roared excitedly when they heard this.

Zijue, at this time, glanced at the four little monks next to him, "Drink!" I heard the four little monks shout violently, and threw a big tripod to the stage.

Whew, I saw Zijue, and in an instant, he put the five-footed bronze tripod in his hand, which was five feet high and weighed four or five hundred pounds.

"Ah" Seeing this, everyone in the audience couldn't help but gasp, but then they were even more thunderous, but they saw Zijue, his right arm shook up and down, and Dading also rose and fell, snapping, and two bamboo sticks fell to the ground.

It turns out that this big tripod was originally left in front of the Shaolin Temple, and the "incense burner" where the pilgrims burned incense was used by the Shaolin Temple today as a bamboo tube for signing, which can be described as a bold and novel idea.

Abbot Zhigang, seeing the surprised expressions of the heroes, smiled, and whispered, "Amitabha." The real person of "Yuyang" on the side snorted coldly.

At this time, Zijue carried Dading on his shoulders, picked up two bamboo sticks and said: "Yelugu vs. Fan Jun, please invite two of you to play." ”

"Bang!" I saw an eight-foot-tall man jump on the stage, only to see that he had hair and was dressed in animal clothes, and his muscles were knotted. On the other hand, another player is only five feet tall, and he can't help but look weak. Zijue said: "The competition begins." After saying that, he stepped down.

I saw that the giant man said, "In the lower Jelugu." The sound was like a bull, buzzing. The thin man's teeth chattered, and he said, "In....in..... Fan Jun." ”

"Please!"

"Please"

"Roar", the giant man, rushed towards Fan Jun with a huge wind. Fan Jun hurriedly flashed to the side and took the opportunity to kick in Yelugu's waist.

Yelugu, but he didn't care, and grabbed Fan Jun again. Fan Jun, taking advantage of his own smallness, wandered around Yelugu and took the opportunity to attack a blow. And that Yelugu was completely undefended, and he made a move to attack.

Seeing this, the heroes in the audience shouted in an uproar: "Fight, don't hide...."

The two fought for a while, but when they saw Yelugu, they bought a flaw, Fan Jun was really fooled, and was grabbed by Yelugu and lifted it horizontally.

"Ahh Everyone in the audience couldn't help but shout and curse when they saw this Khitan warrior torturing people like this.

Yelugu, seeing the incessant abuse from everyone in the audience, snorted coldly and said, "How about it, admit defeat or not?"

Fan Jun seemed to be thin and timid, but at this moment, he couldn't help but say angrily, "You want me to admit defeat and dream!" After speaking, he kicked Yelugu's shoulder.

"Hmph, okay. After Yelugu finished speaking, his eyes flashed.

"Ah" threw Fan Jun off the stage, bang, Fan Jun screamed "Ah!" , his sternum broke, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he slipped off the stage. Shaolin warrior monk hurriedly carried Fan Jun aside and was healed by a few old monks in the Shaolin pharmacy.

These old monks, like the abbot of "Zhigang", are all from the Zhizi generation, although the martial arts are sparse and ordinary, but the medical skills are really exquisite. Bone grafting, hemostasis, and a few other actions are really fast.

Seeing that the Shaolin Temple was fully prepared this time, they couldn't help but nod secretly, it was inevitable that there would be some damage during the competition, so that their lives would be guaranteed. It was the scolding of Jelugu that gradually ceased.

"Haha, if anyone else is not convinced, they can come to the stage to challenge!" Yelugu said arrogantly. The crowd in the audience all booed and were eager to try, but they saw one person taking the stage first.

"Whew!" Yelugu saw a young man in a coarse cloth robe standing in front of him.

"Hey, boy, who are you to report. Jelugu shouted.

"Under Xiao Yichen, I have come to teach Your Excellency how to move!" Xiao Yichen arched his hand.