Chapter 118: Qualifications for the Challenge!

Chapter 118: Qualifications for the Challenge!

"Zhang Feng, you were defeated by me just now, and you have lost the qualification to challenge. The Demon Lord pointed at Zhang Feng, who was pale, and said loudly.

"Nonsense, it's obviously the two of you who used despicable means to sneak attack the owner of my family, I don't accept it. There is a kind of fair duel when my farmer is healed. The people of Zhongyi Villa said resentfully.

"Needless to say, I, Zhang Feng, stand up to the sky, act right, sit upright, lose if I lose, there is nothing to say. Zhang Feng raised his hand and said lightly.

"The owner ......," Li Hui said hurriedly.

"Alas, the Demon Lord's martial arts are unfathomable, and I was defeated by him just now. What if I'm healed? Zhang Feng shook his head and sighed.

The people of Zhongyi Villa are dumb at this time, and the owner of his own village admits that he can't beat the demon king, what else do they say?

"Murong Fu, you were defeated by my hands back then, and you exchanged your life for your family heirloom mastery, and you are not qualified!" the Demon Monarch pointed to Murong Fu, whose face was ugly.

was pointed out in public by the demon lord that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, Murong Fu only felt that his face was swept and he was ashamed of himself. His face was gloomy, his right hand clutched the hilt of his sword, and his hands were bulging. At this moment, he had the urge to draw his sword and kill himself.

There is nothing surprising about Murong's defeat at the hands of the Demon Lord, after all, Zhongyi was also defeated. What is really surprising is that the dignified Nan Murong is actually a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and in order to survive, he gives away all the martial arts that have been passed down from generation to generation.

Some people who were unhappy with Gusu Murong immediately looked at Murong Fu with disdain.

Some people even had crooked thoughts, if they captured Murong Fu alive, wouldn't they be able to force him to hand over his martial arts? Thinking of this, everyone looked at Murong Fu's eyes with a fiery look.

"Dali Duan's family, only you Duan Yu has the highest martial arts, but you better go home and find your sister to have a baby!" the Demon Lord pointed at Duan Yu and said with a light smile.

was exposed by the Demon Lord in public, and Duan Yu's face turned red. shouted loudly: "Your martial arts are better than mine, but I will win you one day." ”

I saw the Demon Lord's index finger move in the crowd, paused on You Tanzhi's face, and then moved away.

"What do you mean, my gang master's martial arts are world-famous, aren't they qualified to challenge you?" The people of the beggar gang immediately said angrily when they saw that the demon lord was not looking at You Tanzhi at all. When has the beggar gang been ignored like this, it is no longer a one-person problem.

"My apprentice, I can't even win the master, do you dare to take the initiative with the sect?" Ding Chunqiu waved his feather fan. Slanted glances at the Tanzhi.

The words of Yu Tan.

"Shaolin is the leader of martial arts, you, the abbot of Shaolin, should be the strongest in martial arts, you can make a move, don't say I won't give you a chance!"

"Amitabha, Shaolin is a place for chanting Buddha, fame and fortune in the world, after all, it is a dream and empty flower. Just now, I discussed with all the teachers and brothers, and decided to close the temple for 20 years and specialize in Buddhist scriptures. As for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance. It is also inconvenient for my temple to participate. Xuan Ci's voice was neither happy nor sad.

Now the Demon Monarch is sharp, and no one in the whole temple can compete with him, so he can only avoid his edge for the time being. Although this move will weaken the reputation of Shaolin Temple, it can be compared with the consequences of Xuan Ci being insulted in public. It's still acceptable. What's more, now that the enemy is now, these people are still coming to threaten, and the people of Shaolin are also holding their breath in their hearts, and the monks are also temperamental.

"If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, just say it. Why are you making so many excuses? The Demon Lord snorted disdainfully. "I really can't find anyone among you who can fight with me, since this is the case, from now on I will be the leader of the martial arts alliance. ”

"Amitabha. A calm voice rang out.

"Kumachi. What do you have to say. The Demon Lord turned his head and said lightly.

"You said before that the imperial court has a national border, but martial arts has no national border. Although the poor monk is a national teacher of Tibet, he is also a person in the martial arts, why does he not have this qualification. Kumachi smiled lightly. Although he had slapped the Demon Lord before, he didn't feel it too deeply after all, especially now that he had learned the seventy-two stunts, his self-confidence had been greatly inflated.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot about you. The Demon Lord clapped his hands and said suddenly. "It is said that you served Shaolin in a pot before, and beat them so that they have no temper. Then I will retract what I just said, Shaolin is not qualified to challenge the leader of the martial arts alliance, and this qualification should belong to you, the master of the Tubo country, Gu Mozhi. "How could he forget about it, he just wanted to abuse Xuanci fiercely and hit Shaolin's reputation before.

Unlike the Shaolin monk's pale face, Gu Mozhi had a bright smile on his face. The Demon Lord cooperated so well and told his glorious deeds, and Kumachi felt very satisfied.

The heroes were shocked, this is exciting news. Why is the famous Shaolin so unbearable, not only does he dare not make a move in the face of the demon lord, but the master of the whole temple is no match for a Tubo national teacher. This is a naked slap in the face, especially this Tubo national teacher, who is also a monk.

Are the two too powerful, or are the Shaolin monks too bad?

More people suddenly woke up to the fact that Shaolin is the birthplace of martial arts, and there is really a lot of water in it.

The Shaolin monk's teeth were almost crushed, and he was disgraced.

Thinking of Gu Mozhi who overturned the Shaolin Temple, everyone suddenly looked at the monk in yellow robes with awe.

Kumachi smiled on his face, like a Kaba smile, and nodded at the group of heroes.

"Harumachi, you do it!" the Demon Lord's tone was still so confident.

"Amitabha, is there only one poor monk left who is qualified to challenge and put it aside!" said Kumachi with a smile.

"The people who participated in this conference, except for those who failed, I can't see anyone else who is good at martial arts, and now you are indeed the only one who has this qualification!" the Demon Lord glanced at the audience, then nodded and said.

Some people are preparing to make a name for themselves in the conference, but now it's good, they don't even have a chance to move their watches, and they hate the Demon Lord so much.

"So, as long as I defeat and put it aside, then I will be the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance?" Although he is a monk, he also has desires, how can he not be tempted to rule the martial arts of the world?

"Not bad!" said the Demon Lord.

"Amitabha, donor be careful!" I saw Gu Mozhi clasping his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name, his left palm suddenly raised flat, and his right fist slammed into the face of the demon king.

"Luo Zhong Dongying!" Xuan Sheng's face was ugly, this Gu Mozhi used one of the Donkey Kong Fist in the seventy-two stunts, 'Luo Zhong Dongying'. Before, Gu Mozhi was backlogged Shaolin with seventy-two stunts, and this time he used it again, and the monks only felt that their faces were hot.

The punch was instantaneous, but the Demon Lord was not moved in the slightest. The left hand was on his back, and he didn't see any movement, and the strength of the fist disappeared three feet away from the Demon King, like a mud cow entering the sea, without a single ripple. (To be continued......)