Monk Yimu and the others stood under the ring waiting for Zhou Fengchen, Jiang Suoshen was a little nervous, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Shi, you have seen this person, how sure are you?"

Monk Yimu scratched his bare head and said, "What's the use of asking this now?" Whether you are sure or not, you have to compete, if you lose, you win or lose, you win, that's it, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed. ”

Jiang Suoshen's face was embarrassed, and he said, "If we win, we can get a lot of money, and if we lose, ......."

"That's ......"

Monk Yimu thought about it seriously and said: "Judging from his momentum and physique, he should not be as good as me, and my chance of winning is at least sixty percent, but he gives me a very strange feeling......

"What's weird?" Jiang Suoshen asked anxiously.

Monk Yimu shook his head: "Forget it, you don't understand it."

Jiang Suo sneakily took out a strange small box from his arms and stuffed it into the hand of Monk Yimu, "This is a secret weapon bought from the Tang family in western Sichuan at a great price, you take it, and it is guaranteed to be foolproof." ”

Monk Yimu glanced at him, stuffed it into his pocket as if nothing happened, and said, "I'll go up."

The host stepped down at this time, and Monk Yimu and Zhou Fengchen went into the ring together and looked at each other.

Nearly 1,000 viewers in the audience were infected by the energetic music deliberately composed by the sound engineer, arousing the most primitive violent desire in their hearts, and shouting frantically, among which Chen Siya and Qi Qi were the loudest.

In fact, most people are not optimistic about Zhou Fengchen, they will analyze it from their own point of view, first of all, Zhou Fengchen's physique is too far behind Monk Yimu, and secondly, Shaolin Monk always gives people a sense of mystery and high martial arts.

"This little guy looks good, but his physique doesn't look good, and he's likely to lose."

"Maybe he'll hide, as long as he doesn't get caught by the monk."

"Can blind hiding be called a martial arts competition?"

……

The monk Yimu on the stage was also doing psychological activities, and he pondered how to win more difficult and beautiful if the other party couldn't do it later, and he could share more money from the sponsors.

Zhou Fengchen didn't care, staring at a black mole on Monk Yimu's chin felt quite funny.

The two confronted each other for twenty seconds, and Monk Yimu clasped his palms together: "Amitabha!" Poor monk Shaolin Yimu. ”

Zhou Fengchen made a Taoist greeting gift: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" The Bodhi Patriarch of the Leaning Moon Cave of the Poor Road Fangcun Mountain sat down as a little disciple. ”

"Wow!"

The entire audience booed, everyone has seen Journey to the West, who is the little disciple of Bodhi Patriarch sitting down? Isn't that Monkey King?

Monk Yimu's cheeks trembled: "Boy! What nonsense? ”

"What's the matter with you?"

"Come on!" Monk Yimu clenched his fists, waved vigorously and made a "pop" sound, and put on a beautiful starting pose.

"Shaolin Fuhu Arhat Fist?"

Zhou Fengchen was forced by Zhou Daoxing to recognize countless Jianghu kung fu since he was a child, as long as the enemy used the authenticity, he could mostly distinguish it, and he sneered at the moment and stretched out a palm.

"Hit!"

Monk Yimu made the first move, jumped forward, and punched down, and the tiger was vigorous.

"Three changes, the left side is dangling, the middle is weak, the body is slanted to the right, the idea of attacking the right side is played, the purpose is exposed too early, and the kung fu has not yet been practiced at home."

Zhou Fengchen even had time to speak, and when Monk Yimu came, his body shook, and he also clenched his fists, "I don't want you to get your wish, take it!" ”

Monk Yimu's eyes widened, he found that the other party's simple move actually sealed his whole body, and he could only be hard-connected!

The two fists got closer and closer, and the audience held their breath.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came, Zhou Fengchen fell lightly, his body did not move at all, and Monk Yimu staggered, retreating seven or eight steps in a row, until he hit the guardrail of the ring.

"Wow!" There was a lot of shouting from the audience, and everyone could see that the monk was not the opponent of the "little man".

"This—This is so unscientific!"

"What's unscientific, the little man's martial arts are even more powerful!"

"The little man is the master of the hidden depths!"

Among them, Chen Siya was the happiest: "Brother, you are the best!" Hehehe......"

……

"Uncle Shi!" Below, Jiang Suoshen's face changed greatly.

Monk Yimu waved his hand, his face was solemn, and he re-established his starting pose, but this time he changed his fist into a palm.

"The Great Monument Wrestler?" Zhou Fengchen nodded, still stretching out a palm.

"Look at the move!" Monk Yimu walked fast, but his strong body was like duckweed, swaying left and right.

"So that's your housekeeping skill, not bad!"

Zhou Fengchen smiled, also rushed forward, faster, in front of Monk Yimu, stretched out his right arm to block two palms, and then bullied himself into his arms, the back of his hand, wrist, and arm elbow hit Monk Yimu's heart three times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Monk Yimu could clearly see the other party's routine, but he couldn't dodge, and suddenly he was struck by lightning, his face turned pale, he fell backwards again and again, and hit the guardrail of the ring again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Rumble!

The audience is boiling!

"That's amazing! I'm vomiting blood! ”

"What's this little man's name? Cow! ”

"Not at all on a level!"

Qi Qi's eyes were full of stars, "Wow! It's so handsome—I can't stand it—"

Chen Siya and Yourong smiled, and said: "I don't see who the brother is, this monk is not an opponent at all!" Hum! ”

On the other side, Jiang Suoshen's face was like ashes, "Teacher, uncle, is it okay?" ”

Monk Yimu wiped the corners of his mouth, held on to the guardrail and glared at Zhou Fengchen, silent.

"Are you alright?" Zhou Fengchen smiled and asked.

Monk Yimu shook his head and asked, "Excuse me, how many skills did you use?"

Zhou Fengchen said: "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

"Of course!" Monk Yimu gritted his teeth.

Zhou Fengchen stretched out a finger: "One heavy!" So, let's stop here, shall we? ”

"I don't believe it!"

Monk Yimu suddenly roared and pounced, turning one hand into a claw, with a fierce momentum, and a desperate posture.

"Shaolin Seventy-Two Stunts!? You bastard playing with me? ”

Zhou Fengchen scolded, took two steps back, and posed in a starting pose: "Wu Liu, Nine Yin White Bone Claw!"

Saying the same one-handed claw, fiercely pounced, the claw changed seven times in the middle of the way, the first time it broke through the attack of the monk Yimu, and the next six times in a row grabbed his arm and chest, for a time the monk's robe was tattered, his body was covered with blood, and he fell to the ground with a scream of "poof".

The audience was silent, and the audience was stunned, the excitement was exciting, but this ...... Won't kill anyone, right?

"It's over! Don't fight! Zhou Fengchen was very impatient, waved his hand, turned around to leave, casually glanced out the window downstairs, couldn't help but "huh", looked again, and suddenly widened his eyes.

"You, you, you, ......" Monk Yimu staggered up, pointed to Zhou Fengchen's back, and his face was full of disbelief: "Your tricks are different from those of us who practice martial arts, you are a Taoist priest who cultivates, right?" The Nine Yin White Bone Claw is a lost secret technique of Shaolin, where did you steal it from? ”

Zhou Fengchen was silent, staring closely downstairs through the glass window.

Monk Yimu gritted his teeth, took out a small box from his pocket, and pressed the button Zhou Fengchen: "Go die!"

Sou!

A small embroidery needle went straight to Zhou Fengchen's back heart.

Zhou Fengchen heard the sound of breaking wind, his body trembled slightly, and the embroidery needle had been tightly clamped by his two fingers.

Monk Yimu's eyes widened, just in an instant, he clearly saw that Zhou Fengchen's body had changed three directions, and his reaction was almost instinctive, this person ...... It's horrible!

"Idiot! If you can't beat it, you have to plot! Zhou Fengchen scolded, shook his hand and smashed the embroidery needle into the calf of Monk Yimu, then opened the glass window in his screams, and jumped from the third floor.

"Ahh Jumped off the building! He's crazy! ”

"Someone's killed!"

The audience was in a mess, and the audience was startled, and the roaring discussion covered the screams of Monk Yimu.

"Brother!" Chen Siya shouted and climbed up to the ring, looked down at the window, and found that Zhou Fengchen downstairs was chasing a bald man intact.