Huba Cilen!

Tong! Tong! Tong! Huba Cileng strode over, shocking everyone's eyes!

This is a savage, with a beast skin skirt, a fine and naked upper body, more than two feet tall, and strong muscles and muscles! Primitive man! Giant clan! Everyone thought it was a daydream, but they looked at the bloody mouth: "Ahururu! Ahururu!" What he was saying, everyone couldn't understand, but everyone present only felt depressed in their hearts and felt extremely shocked, and they all looked at the mythical figure who seemed to be running from the ancient wilderness, like a father chasing the sun!

Ahururu!

Of course, Huba Cilen ignored it, and in his eyes there was only his good friend and good brother or the god Vishnu, and Huba Cilen cried with joy: "Horn Mi!" The earth shook and the wind shook, and it was coming, and it was hugging on the head: "Wooh! Huba-" Huba Cilen cried, laughing and crying, but everyone didn't know what he meant, Taniguchi shouted in unison, everyone thought that he was forced to break through, and then the swords stepped forward to block -

There is also no Zen.

Huba Cilen hugged a bear, but he hugged a monk: "Horn Mi!"

Huba Cilen was angry at the moment, he was not Ahururu, and no one could stop him: "Huh-"

The bear's paw swept out, and the wind whistled: "Bang!"

Khuba Cilen struck a stone. Huba Cileng, and the stone should be swept away: "Woo-"

"Bang!"

Another palm swept over, and Huba Cileng stopped.

Falling to the ground, it is no Zen, immovable such as Nanshan, a small Bodhi tree.

No one can hurt Brother Fang Yin, no one, not even the bear people. That's the idea of non-Zen.

Of course, this was a misunderstanding, Fang Yin had already seen the red-clothed lama walking slowly in the distance: "Wu Chan, this is Brother Huba Cileng, the descendant of the Snow Mountain Tantric Sect." Fang Yin patted Wuchan on the shoulder, Wuzen exhaled, and let go of his fist: "Hmm." "He swept Wuzen's two palms, and Wuzen wanted to punch him back, or not. Fang Yin stepped forward, hugged his brother Huba Cilen intimately, and whispered, Huba Cilen came back to his senses, and looked at Wu Zen again-

And compared a gesture: two.

Fang Yin nodded, Wu Chan is Fang Yin's good brother, Ahululu has also mentioned it to Hu Ba Cilen countless times: "Horn Mi Boom, Horn Mi Woo!" Huba Ci Leng suddenly laughed, strode forward with his hands and feet, hit Wu Chan on the shoulder vigorously, and touched Wu Chan's head with his big hand: "Hu Ba Ci Leng! Hu Ba Ci Leng!" Wu Chan was a little helpless, Wu Chan didn't understand at all, and Wu Chan's head was not something that anyone could touch casually: "Amitabha, the little monk has no Zen." ”

But if you touch it, you will touch it, and you don't care.

The smile is kind, the hand is gentle, there is no Zen sight, no Zen mind.

At this time, there was nothing to do, Wuguan was deserted, Wenguan was very lively, and most of the people were looking at Huba Cilen, including the master of Guan Tang.

Incompetence runs away, and incompetence is feared in the heart.

The donkey stopped barking.

"Moramaro, you're here again!" the old master sighed and shook his head. Last time, it was Moro, and it was he who made the old master lose face: "Master, Master, is there a pair?" Moro smiled, and Moro still had a pair. The two whispered a few words, and Moro laughed: "One after another, back and forth to the wood." Fang Yin stuck out his tongue and grimaced at him. Moro is very knowledgeable, Fang Yin admires it very much, and Moro also taught Fang Yin a lot, and the two laughed.

Moro is right, Daoist Fang is a piece of wood, and the height of the left and right is also wood, so that the old master Ma has no choice but to open the back door for him, and it hurts the big guy to follow him with a headache and brain fever. Moro was also thinking, thinking about the pair, and the old master was also thinking, so he was almost right—

Huba Cileng went straight to the master of the hall!

Of course, it's not a fight, it's not just Wuzen who can fight, Huba Cilen is also a good hand!

Guan Tai, the master of Guan Hall, is a little bearish.

A bear came, and an elephant came to him, and everyone was watching, and the show was about to begin. Most of the martial arts people and characters in the rivers and lakes present also knew that they couldn't match the strange pair, so they only watched the battle of bears and elephants! The elephants were white and tall and fat, and the bears were black and strong, one was two circles bigger than the other, and one was half a head taller than the other! The Guan Tang Master had never spoken to someone with his head tilted up in his life, and now he really saw it—

He did not speak, but nodded.

Huba Cileng didn't say anything, and nodded.

This is a rule, Huba Cilen understands, the senior brother said, just call him.

Guan Tai took a step forward and slowly pulled the frame open, this is an iron-clad tough guy, Guan Tang Master will do his best!

Huba Cilen bent his knees slightly, his arms half-ringed, and greeted him in a bearish posture -

People are silent and silent.

This is the benefit of Wenguan Wuguan, this is the reason why everyone is here, and its excitement is not inferior to the martial arts conference in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cranes, such as this bear elephant is right. I don't know exactly how it was at this time, but none of the tens of thousands of people present thought that the bear couldn't pass the test, and thought that the three fists that had passed three punches were just tickling for him. It's not just a head, don't look at the muscles, this is a strong and fierce momentum, and no one is frightened for a while-

"Tong!"

One punch, right in the middle abdomen!

"Ahh

Everyone was stunned, it was a big surprise!

"Tong!"

Another punch, another stomach!

"Ahh

Everyone was stunned, and Guan Tai was also a little surprised: "How?"

"Horn Mi Woo!" Huba Cilen roared, slowly stood up, and glared angrily! Yes, Huba Cilen hurt him, two punches, until he was about to vomit, and Huba Cilen was already very unhappy in his heart! This is not fair, he can only be beaten and cannot fight back, this is of course not Huba Cilen's style: "Huba Cilen! Huba Cilen!" Yes, Huba Cilen is not a bear, Huba Cilen is a huge wolf: "Whoop-whoa-whoa-woo-"

Roaring to the sky and beating his chest with his fist, the giant wolf was angry and was about to go berserk!

"Ahh

For example, the incompetent immortal was also shocked: "I'm a heaven on earth! This, is this a person? This, this is really Amitabha!" The incompetent fists clenched, and his expression was excited: "Awesome! Awesome! Brother Fang Yin, this huh, huh-" Fang Yin looked at it and smiled: "It's not that I said it, his name is Huba Cileng." "Yes, Huba Cilen is angry, and beating his chest with his fist is beating the drum, and roaring to the sky as a clarion call, Huba Cilen wants to fight! Fight!

Guan Tai was startled, he had already seen the vigorous fighting spirit on his face and the fanatical joy in his eyes, and when he was surprised, he had already taken two steps back, but when he saw that the man's big eyes had turned red: "Horn! Mi! Hubacilen!" "Fight, fight! This is not fair, this is not fair, Huba Cilen is not happy! Come and fight, fight with Huba Cilen! In the face of the opponent who is also tall and majestic and equally worthy of respect, who said that Huba Cilen is not happy! Huba Cilen was so happy that he forgot everything, forgot everything and forgot what Moro had said, and he flew with momentum-

"Huba Cilen-" said from afar, clear and bright, very familiar.

Like a fresh breeze, refreshing the heart and spleen, the fanaticism in the eyes goes, and the spiritual platform is clear again.

"Ahururu!" Huba Cilen smiled and slammed his fist against his chest: "Huba Cilen!"

Yes, Huba Cileng should not forget, yes, Huba Cileng should understand. This is a rule, the senior brother said - Guan Tai will understand, which means: Fight here! After two punches, the master of the Guan Hall is not afraid of it, and there is also a punch, and the master of the Guan Hall is also excited for him at the moment: "Good man! Grandma is a bear!"

"Poof!"

Huba Cileng is not without Zen, Huba Cileng can't stand it, and when a mouthful of blood spurts out-

poured Guan Tai again with a full head and a full face!

Huba Cilen stroked his chest and frowned, this punch made Huba Cilen's chest hurt! But that's it. As if there is no Zen, Huba Cilen does not retreat half a step: "Horn Mi Boom Horn Mi Boom!" is nothing more than that, spitting blood, for Huba Cilen it is spitting, Huba Cilen takes this seriously: "Moramoro! Ahururu!" Huba Cilen sighed, danced and ran back with his hands and feet, excited and happy!

Three punches! Pass the level! Only be beaten and don't fight back, this is really difficult for Huba Cilen!

The hall master is miserable.

"Uh, uh, wow-" The hall master was spitting, flying down.

It's a little fishy, a little smelly, a little bitter and a little salty, the hall master is vomiting, and the hall master is also thinking-

That guy, in his life, has he ever brushed his teeth?

This is a question, and another question is: Is the bear man, isn't it?

After eating a dumb loss, it can be said that it is unlucky, and the master of the hall secretly swears: In this life, I will never be stunned with this again, let it go!

Everyone smiled and let out a big breath! This is Huba Cilen, and no one can ignore Huba Cilen, and of course there is Moro. The profundity of Moro is not as flamboyant as that of Huba Cilen, and when Moro made it easy for everyone to cheer and Huba Cilen passed the pass, he faced the second pair of Wenguan: "Old Master-" At this time, the old master Ma was also a pair, and the two were a pair when they were a pair, and the word fell out. Immediately put the pen on the paper, a total of two crosses, word by word.

The two of them clasped their hands and laughed at each other, and for a moment their hearts were happy.

It was noon.

Wen Guan has passed the two of them, Fang Yin and Moro. Wuguan has passed the two, no Zen, Huba Cileng. Coupled with incompetence and the left protector, the six of them entered the valley together. Everyone was shocked, and what was surprised was not the courage of Wu Yong and the literary style, but the strange combination of this team. They seem to know each other, the warriors still have the strength to spare, and the literati are deeply hidden, just ask such a combination, who in the world can be the Ten Thousand Crane Valley, the heroes will, what will happen if they go in?

Of course, the six of them have old friends and new knowledge, and it is Fang Yin who really gathers the six people.

If you say it's the boss, it's the boss!