Ren Jian said that he wanted to ask Li Yunhua for his skills, but he didn't have the slightest intention of doing it, he just stood opposite Li Yunhua quietly, with a smile on his face that did not decrease at all, and the demeanor of a high-ranking monk was fully displayed.

Others thought that Ren Jian disdained to take the lead, but who knew that Ren Jian had no intention of doing it at all!

Although Ren Jian said that he wanted to sweep karate, promote Chinese martial arts, and inherit national culture, his real purpose was to be beaten, what if he scared Li Yunhua and directly admitted defeat?

After breaking through the body of the magic weapon, Ren Jian's strength was unimaginable.

Ren Jian didn't want to scare Li Yunhua and cause his efforts to be wasted this time, and that result was not what Ren Jian wanted to see.

Since you don't want to make a move, you have to think of a way, Ren Jian pondered in his heart: "In martial arts novels, I let others make three or ten moves at every turn, should I also learn this kind of martial arts?"

"That's it! You don't have to make a move, you can be beaten, this method is really amazing!" Ren Jian thought triumphantly.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Ren Jian had a smile on his face, folded his hands, and looked at Li Yunhua quietly: "It is inconvenient for the monks to use force with others, the poor monk just stands here and does not move, if the donor can knock down the poor monk, then the donor you win, I don't know what the donor thinks?"

Although Ren Jian didn't say anything contemptuous, his eyes did not hide a trace of contempt, people outside the martial arts arena may not feel it, but Li Yunhua, who has been looking at Ren Jian, how could he not feel Ren Jian's contempt?

Looking at Ren Jian's contemptuous demeanor, he didn't take him Li Yunhua in his eyes at all, no matter how he Li Yunhua said, he was also a master of the black belt, and he was so despised by Ren Jian, he was suddenly furious, and Li Yunhua felt that he had been greatly insulted.

Since he Li Yunhua was promoted to a black belt, he has never been humiliated like this, which made Li Yunhua angry and angry, and at the same time, he also moved to Ren Jian's murderous intent: "Don't be a lewd monk, you are digging your own grave......"

"Donor, just make a move! The poor monk will definitely not fight back within a hundred moves. Feeling that the three moves and ten moves were not enjoyable, Ren Jian directly promoted the ten moves to one hundred moves, and at the same time, Ren Jian was also secretly determined to carry forward the martial arts of "humility".

Ren Jian's words successfully provoked Li Yunhua, and this kind of result was exactly what Ren Jian wanted, if he didn't provoke Li Yunhua, how could he do his best when Li Yunhua made a move? In order to be beaten, Ren Jian could be said to do everything he could.

"Okay, good!" Li Yunhua laughed angrily: "I want to see the back, is your mouth still so hard!"

"Amitabha, donor, you are too long-winded......"

Li Yunhua was about to be blown up by Ren Jian, and his body moved in anger, in the eyes of ordinary people, Li Yunhua's movements were as fast as lightning, and he stepped out seven or eight meters in the blink of an eye, and a hand knife had already hit Ren Jian's throat.

Li Yunhua's speed is very fast for ordinary people, but it is as slow as a snail for Ren Jian, if Ren Jian wants to dodge, it will be easy, but Ren Jian has no intention of dodging at all, and he forcibly endured Li Yunhua's knife.

Li Yunhua was angry from his heart, with hand knives, foot knives, straight punches, kicks, knee strikes, and elbow strikes...... Some of the extremely aggressive moves of karate greeted Ren Jian one after another.

Ren Jian was secretly excited in his heart, as Li Yunhua continued to hit, his cultivation was also slowly improving, if Li Yunhua could keep fighting like this, it might not take a few days for him to break through the body of the second-grade magic weapon.

However, on the surface, Ren Jian's expression was consistent, and he didn't even move his body, still looking at Li Yunhua with a smile.

Ren Jian's bearing and demeanor have convinced many audiences outside the martial arts arena that this is the real master! At the same time, he sighed that the Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a thousand-year-old temple, and many people have the idea of going to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts.

"Too light, too light...... This is the so-called karate's killer move? It's really disappointing to the poor monk......" In order to provoke Li Yunhua, Ren Jian deliberately pretended to sigh lightly, looking extremely disappointed.

"Dare to underestimate karate, you are looking for death......" Li Yunhua's anger broke out again, and the blow on Ren Jian became even stronger.

In fact, Li Yunhua was also secretly shocked in his heart, if his moves were against ordinary people, they would be enough to make ordinary people fatal on the spot, but Ren Jian was forced to withstand dozens of attacks from him, but at this time, he was still unharmed.

Li Yunhua was shocked at first, but before he could think about it carefully, because of Ren Jian's few words, his reason was suddenly overwhelmed with anger.

Since practicing karate, karate has become Li Yunhua's belief, and no one can be slandered, Ren Jian insinuated that karate is not good, that has touched Li Yunhua's bottom line.

Li Yunhua, who was furious, could be said to have recruited an attack on Ren Jian's vital point, and he looked like he was bound to defeat Ren Jian.

Ren Jian was immediately happy when he saw this, this is exactly what he couldn't ask for, but seeing that irony karate can stimulate Li Yunhua, Ren Jian began to sneer at how karate is.

"Just a barbarian martial arts, I also want to compare with my Chinese thousand-year-old martial arts? You see that you have been fighting for so long, and you can't even break the defense of the poor monk, it can be seen that karate is just a waste of fame, listen to the advice of the poor monk, the martial arts hall should close early......

If it weren't for maintaining the image of a high-ranking monk, some swear words would be difficult to scold, and if it was according to Ren Jian's previous temper, he would have to send condolences to the eighteenth generation of Li Yunhua's ancestors.

"Okay! The master is good, teach karate hard, Yang I Huaxia martial arts!"

"The master is so powerful, he has been attacked by the karate instructor for so long, and he has been unscathed, I don't know what kind of kung fu the master is practicing......"

"You are lonely and unheard of! The master is practicing the Golden Bell Jar Divine Skill, one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, not to mention a mere karate instructor, even if it is ten or hundred, it still can't help the master......

"Seventy-two stunts? Is there really a seventy-two stunt in the world? Isn't the seventy-two stunts made up in martial arts novels?......"

"What do you know, Shaolin Temple is divided into the outer gate and the inner gate, and the inner gate is divided into the monk and the warrior monk, and the master is the disciple of the inner monk, and only the disciple of the inner monk is qualified to practice this kind of magic ......"

Some people who followed Ren Jian from the bus to the martial arts hall were explaining Ren Jian's origin to the people next to him at this time, which saved Ren Jian a lot of trouble, as long as this identity spreads, under the crowd, Ren Jian is not a Shaolin inner disciple but also a Shaolin inner disciple.

As for whether the Shaolin Temple really has an inner door department? Then it doesn't matter what Ren Jian does, if you haven't heard of it? It's just that you are lonely and unheard.

After learning that Ren Jian was using the golden bell jar, many people's hearts became hot, and they all wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to join the inner door, and some flexible people were thinking about how to worship Ren Jian under the door.

Li Yunhua fought for more than ten minutes, and at this time he was already tired and lying on the ground, looking at Ren Jian's eyes in disbelief: "What kind of kung fu are you? Could this be Huaxia martial arts?"

"That's right! This is the authentic Chinese martial arts! The poor monk practiced the golden bell jar, one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. Ren Jian looked dignified on the surface, but he was a little proud in his heart, especially the admiring eyes of the little beauties around him, Ren Jian felt a little fluttering in his body.

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