The audience applauded, which can be described as highly anticipated!

This is a celebrity-to-celebrity, and the highlight is finally about to begin! To say that this trip is really not in vain, you can see both medical and drama, both literary and martial arts, and all of them are free, why not? There is a good saying, foreign monks can chant scriptures, and there is a sentence that is not bad, and it is difficult for a strong dragon to suppress the head snake on the ground! And look at the mysterious master white-clothed Bodhisattva flying straight down to the master of the Lafeng Hall, whoever can achieve the final victory is the number one master!

Watch the drama first! Don't be in a hurry to see a doctor!

Don't eat! Go home and eat again at night! Look at it with a hungry stomach, it's worth it! Don't drink anymore! Don't play cards anymore! Bet on this! I press the hall master, two to one! I press the hall master, three to one! I sit in the village, I sit in the village, three to accompany one, who do you press? I press the monk, win three times? Two or two! I also press the monk, three or two! I press the hall master! I press the hall master! I press the monk! The big monk has a high odds and is not favored, so there is no way, this is in the home field: buy and leave, one, two, three-

Open!

No, it's open.

The monk said that the monk would only see a doctor, and the monk should not fight, and the monk shook his head again and again and said, "No, Amitabha." Seeing this, everyone was disappointed, and they all followed loudly! Antai slapped his face and laughed, and the flesh on his body sounded again: "If you don't compare, I won't leave! Grandma is a bear, haha, grandma is a bear!" ”

The shield is on the field, the live target responds, the big monk has repeatedly betrayed, and the little monk has tried a hundred things.

No way, the big monk also said that the big monk is not as good as the little monk, that's it.

Lingxiu smiled: "If the donor wants to compare, he will compare with him." Wu Chan stood in front of the Antang Master, just like Peanut Rice stood in front of the big potato, and suddenly there was a difference of eighteen levels! This is clearly a super heavyweight vs. a mini lightweight, and it looks really scary in comparison, and there is really no way not to sweat for the little monk. Antai lowered his head, glanced at it, and sighed: "Little monk, do you really want to compare with me?" Wuzen Hehe Yile, raised his head, and said loudly: "Yes!"

The thunder was rolling and rumbling, and the heavy rain was falling, and the little monk was poured all over his face! Wuzen was panicked and hugged his head and shouted: "Ahh Sure enough, when he didn't see the coffin, he didn't shed tears, and he still didn't hit the south wall and didn't look back: "Bibibi, how can I give birth to Bifaer, let's talk about it! Say it quickly!" Antai roared loudly, and the rain continued endlessly! Monk Lingxiu lowered his head and wiped his face, and said with a wry smile: "Three games, two wins in three games." ”

"Okay! That's it, if you lose, you come with me!"

"The monk loses and goes with you, and the donor loses and goes by himself. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful, better than what?

"Than meditating. The donor said. ”

"Then you don't need to say!

"No Zen—"

An Tai was shocked, and suddenly felt that it was not good! Not good, not good, I am afraid that I have fallen into a trap! Martial arts are comparable to that of monks, how can I meditate on my own family? In case the little monk comes to chant the scriptures again, his own family can be, what a cunning great monk! Two wins in three games, two wins in three games, it seems that I am afraid that my own family will come in vain! Just as he stomped his feet again and again and regretted it, the little monk over there scratched his head, stared at the left and right with big eyes, and whispered very, very embarrassedly: "Than eating." ”

Antai was overjoyed, and joy descended from the sky: "Than eating?" The hall master laughed, and his heart was about to explode with joy: "Grandma is a bear! Laugh to death! I want to teach everyone to know that where a certain family is proud of in life, martial arts only ranks second, but eating is first!" Otherwise, where did he get this flesh from? Big mouth, big stomach and big belly, little monk, you are miserable!

Everyone thinks this way, because they don't know Wuzen yet.

5 to 1!

1 out of 10!

Twenty to one!

Buy and leave!One, two, three, open!

In the first game, it was a martial arts competition.

Martial arts are the strong point of non-Zen monks, such as "Eighteen Arhats", such as "King Kong is not bad", such as "Iron Head Gong". Martial arts is also a strong point of flying down, not to mention anything else, the dignified true dragon hall master, the first master in Laizhou, so it is worth it? Martial arts is also the audience's favorite one, it must be put in front of the comparison, no one has an opinion. What's more, the great monk said that if this one is put later, everyone will not have to watch it if they want to-

Just kidding! Just kidding! Everyone didn't believe it, and they all sneered and shook their heads, thinking that the big monk was bragging! Antai was furious! Antai laughed angrily! Antai raised one foot and stomped heavily on the ground, and then raised the other foot and stomped heavily on the ground, and the flesh on his body trembled endlessly: "Little monk, don't let people say that a certain family bullies the small with the big, you come to beat me! I won't fight back!" Under the pressure of the majestic majesty, the Wuzen monk only felt that his eyes were black for a while, and his scalp was numb, and he couldn't even breathe: "Hey!"

Before I knew it, a punch was thrown, and the fist was full of tigers.

I only heard the sound of the "wave", and the fist hit the big belly! Yes, it was the sound of the "wave", like a stone falling into the water, and Wu Zen only felt that the fist was extremely soft, and the strength of the fist had turned invisible in shock! Yes, it was the sound of the "wave", and everyone really listened to it, and even heard the big belly echoing like water waves behind it, gurgling sound. Antai laughed, stretched out his hand and gently opened his fist, and then ripped off his coat and slapped his belly: "But that's it! Little monk, come again!"

Wave! Wave! Wave! Wave! Wuzen threw four punches in a row, and hit the big belly with his fist! But when he saw the flesh waves turning, he saw the flesh waves surging, and his belly rippled like water, and the fists could not ripple. The master of Antang was as steady as Mount Tai, and he smiled as if nothing had happened: "Good fist and good fist, but there is no way to do it! Little monk, quickly admit defeat!" "Overcome rigidity with softness, and don't focus on it at all!" The past is very bad, and sure enough, the experience is bad! Wuchan retreated from his fist, and said with great admiration: "Good kung fu! Good kung fu! What kind of martial arts is this?"

"It's called, belly in the belly!haha, it's all bad!" Antai was very proud, rubbing his belly and laughing. Wu Chan clapped his hands with joy and shouted: "Come again, try Wu Zen's iron head skills again!" After saying that, he lowered his head and bent over his legs, and his body flew flat in an instant, and he hit his head head-on!

Seeing that he was coming violently, Antai didn't dare to slack off, and immediately tightened his waist and tied his horse to the dantian!

"Tong" made a loud noise, and it was like a big stone falling into a well!

But when I saw my head hit it, my belly was sunken in, and I was glued, glued, and no one moved one big or small!

Still, still, time frozen, but a small tree grew horizontally on the big stake.

The eyes widened, and everyone forgot to exclaim!

Suddenly, the big belly stiffened, and the big belly flicked, and the little monk flew out with a sigh and sat on the ground! Wuzen jumped up, looked at Antai in a daze, and looked left and right in a daze, and grinned suddenly: "Great! Great! Wuzen lost, lost!" The little monk lost, the little monk lost and lost, the little monk never took winning or losing seriously, Wuzen only loved martial arts. Antai snorted and stood still. Winning is winning, and it's not comfortable, the owner of Antang is almost retching in his stomach at this time, and his heart is good, and an iron head is really hard!

"Ann the hall master, the hall master!" was pranayama and cheered.

Antai laughed proudly, and felt that he was still unfinished, and he was full of excitement, and stomped his feet violently.

"Fly! Fly!" Lord An Tang flew up, and with a hula sound, his fat body rose from the ground, and his feet flew more than three feet above the ground! Majestic! Spirited! You see his face is like a dashing posture, his arms are stretched and fluttering straight into the sky, and the large pieces of flesh on his arms are drooping down, like a huge bat in the sky! In mid-air, it suddenly rotates and changes to dance smartly, like a giant pig with wings and flies!

Anyone who knows the master of the hall knows that when the master of the hall of peace wins the competition, or when he is very proud, he must fly into the sky once, to express his joy, and to show his flexible skills. It is precisely because of its fat that it has to be vivid, oops, not to mention, it has fallen! The master of the hall is as light as a swallow at this time, and he falls silently and skillfully, but he can't be ignored by others, and the flesh is really too much of his grandmother's bear!

The applause was thunderous, and the hall was full of applause!

This is light work, which can make an elephant-like man fly in mid-air, completely contrary to common sense, physics, and heavenly principles, and the magic is really convincing and admirable! This is martial arts! It can make a child win against an old man, can make an old man defeat a young man, can make a young man capture a big girl, can make a little girl kill a big pervert! Amazing, magical! Shocking, sacred! Martial arts, martial arts, martial arts are in front of people's eyes, not only in legends! Martial arts! Martial arts! Not only exists in front of people's eyes, but martial arts are in our hearts.

In the first game, Antang won!

When the hall master finished displaying, he suddenly found that he was hungry.

Also, the guests who prepared the meal were not invited, and the master of the hall did not eat at noon in a fit of anger.

Yes, now that the hall master is happy, his stomach is also hungry, and he is so hungry that he is dizzy and almost unable to hold on.

Anyway, for a person with a big mouth and a big belly, rice is his life!

I have to say that it is the first important thing in the world.

In the second game, than eating.

The reason why this game was ranked in the second game was because of the extremely strong suggestion of the master of the hall, and even more so under the fact that the audience raised their hands to express their approval, the great monk agreed happily with great discernment. Well, the overall situation has been decided, and we can take advantage of the victory to pursue and win down the little monk in one fell swoop! On the question of whether an elephant can eat or a lamb can eat it, everyone's opinions are still relatively unanimous. Even if it's a lamb that can be eaten.

That's what everyone thinks. thinks that the little monk has lost this game. If the little monk loses, then there is no need to compare. This is also something that everyone has expected for a long time. Someone is starting to regret it. The one who sits in the bank. The man sitting in the village took two hundred and two taels of silver, and began to regret the matter of twenty to one. Twenty to one, two hundred to twenty, and one person pressed two to twenty, and he had to pay eighteen taels when he was full.

Obviously, this dealer is making a loss.

No one asks for the opinion of the Zen Meditation, and the Zen Meditation has no opinion.

The monk Wuzen was happier than anyone else, and Wuzen didn't win at all.

Let's eat!

Steamed buns, two baskets!

Guan Laohan, sponsor!

Whoever eats more is the king of big stomachs!

One, two, three, four, five, six!

No Zen is unhurried, the master of Antang devours it!

Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen -

Sure enough! both are big-bellied men!

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!

Everyone ate twenty of them!

The hall master is still eating!

Eat without Zen!

Eat again!

After eating until the twenty-eighth, the hall master finally couldn't swallow it anymore: "I want to drink water!" Reluctantly ate three more, and the hall master retched, and sat on the ground with a bang and gasped! Grandma is a bear!

If you don't drink water without Zen, you won't be thirsty without Zen.

The crowd turned from surprise to amazement, and from surprise to astonishment, and finally to horror! There was no end! Wu Zen was still eating! Eating one bite at a time, one by one, in the blink of an eye, a basket of steamed buns in front of him had bottomed out! Where had they gone? Look at the plain and unremarkable place in his stomach, where had all those steamed buns gone? This is not a lamb, this is not a lamb that can be eaten, this is, this is indescribable, a snake can swallow an elephant.

Just when everyone's mouths couldn't close anymore, Muzen finally closed his mouth. Because there is not a single steamed bun in the basket. The hall master panted and asked in a trembling voice: "Many, many, many?" Guan Laohan smiled: "Fifty in a basket, no more, no less." "Defeated! And yes, fiasco! Master An was speechless for a while, and turned to look at the little monk, but saw the little monk licking the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked straight into his basket.

"Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

If you don't accept it, you can't.

In the second game, the monk Wuzen won!

The steamed bun basket was carried away, and Wuzen sat on the ground and watched the steamed buns in the basket gradually disappear with great nostalgia, like an amorous young man watching his beloved girl. The infatuated monk can't wait for the ruthless steamed buns, but the amorous girl won't put her sweetheart's affairs aside. Guan Ling stepped forward, touched the little monk's head and said very gently: "Zen Zen, you are awesome!

The monk girl is generally creepy, and everyone shrunk their necks when they saw this! Obviously hungry, but not hungry, obviously it was a hot day, and her body was a little cold! Wu Zen didn't care, hehe Yile crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and his hands were folded at the dantian, and he was like an old monk in a moment, and the treasure was solemn and motionless. It has always been the case, anytime, anywhere, that meditation in non-meditation is as simple as eating and sleeping.

It's too simple.

An Tang Master looked at the little monk, sighed, and looked at the big monk again: "Worthy of the white-clothed Bodhisattva, the wisdom is also good! An admits defeat, no comparison!" After saying that, he sighed again, turned around and walked away slowly, in the stunned eyes of everyone. There is no comparison, there is no comparison, if you are not careful, you will lose the whole plate! As early as when you eat the twenty-ninth steamed bun, Master An already knows that this competition is a loser.

Little monk, it's so good to eat!

"Sun Qi, tell you to take good care of the monk, you kid, grandma is a bear! I'll clean you up when I go back!" An Tai left a sentence weakly, and walked away dejectedly: "Tong! Tong! Tong!" The huge back looked extremely lonely at this time, and the master of the hall dragged his heavy steps, and he no longer had the mood to fly.

In the third game, the monk Wuzen won!

With a total score of 2 to 1, the monk Wuzen won the final victory. This game ended too quickly, and everyone hadn't come back to their senses for a while: "Ha!hahaha!" Another person laughed proudly, holding two hundred and two hundred taels of silver in his hand: "Earned! Earned!" Everyone was taken aback, and then sighed with a gloomy face, hey! Life is getting up and down too fast, and I just thought I had lost a bottom, and I didn't want to blink an eye The reversal of the battle situation came to take it all! Yes, I can't eat it all, there is a winner, and the little monk who bought two taels of silver wins, and a loss of twenty-two taels is forty taels, and he is the only one who knows the root and buys the little monk-

"Yes!";