It's fate, it's the final that takes place in advance.

10,000 people gathered in the north.

There is no fairy sword and magic soldier, and there is no beauty like jade, but this is a top-notch contest, which is really worth watching!

Everyone's eyes were bright.

Of course, the power of Huba Cilen has not yet had a chance to be shown, and of course, the true strength of the Wuzen monk has only revealed the tip of the iceberg, but the big and the small stand on the stage to form an extremely sharp contrast, and it looks shocking enough! Huba Cileng is huge and majestic, but there is no trace of fat, and the body is full of rock-like muscles and old roots, and it is known at a glance that it contains huge energy, which is explosive power! Huba Cilen was bare-chested, with only a leopard skin skirt, barefoot, and thick thighs like an iron tower, standing majestically on the platform like a giant beast god descending: "Huba Cilen!

"Huba Cilen!huba Cilen!" The crowd opened their mouths unconsciously, and then shouted loudly!

No Zen is different.

Zen-free shirtless, gray pants and white socks, wearing Arhat shoes.

Yes, Master Lingshi said that Wuzen wants to let go of the fight, and this is a real opponent.

No Zen or no Zen, no Zen is different. Wuzen stood upright in front of Huba Cilen with his chest clenched into fists, raised his head, and looked at him. Wuzen has changed, the muscles of Wuzen are no longer strong and tough, the muscles and veins of Wuzen are no longer meandering like a dragon and a snake, and the momentum of Wuzen is no longer so vigorous. Yes, Wu Zen is just an ordinary person, a simple monk, and Wu Zen practices ordinary martial arts, the difference is that Wu Zen is already ordinary, and it is ordinary.

But the ordinary is not mediocre, the copper-headed iron-armed little monk of the past, the King Kong of the past is not bad little Arhat, has grown up, has grown up! Only a true insider knows that it is such a round and proper muscle line, and such a calm and undulating muscles and veins and bones, that can truly give full play to the infinite potential in the body and give full play to it! Huba Cilen is like an indestructible ironclad chariot, and Wuzen is a round, gray and inconspicuous, thunderbolt of fire!

"Boom!"

"No Zen, no Zen! No Zen, no Zen!"

"Huba Cilen!

The crowd cheered before the battle, the battle was dazzling enough, the four sides of Lingyun, just watch one!

The remaining three were reduced to foils.

Everyone is in different moods, each has its own expression, don't mention it, just say one person-

Incompetent immortals.

It must be said that the incompetent immortal, because the incompetent immortal has already cried: "God, you just, save the incompetent!" The incompetent immortal felt that embarrassment, and that uncomfortable strength was mentioned! Brother Wuzen, brother Huba Cilen! Why did you just do it all of a sudden? Who should you help? What can you do if you are incompetent? Why don't you have long eyes? God, the heart of the incompetent immortal is like a knife, and for the first time in his life, he has experienced the feeling that the left and right are not human. Of course, Incompetence has always been a benevolent, loyal and kind good boy, and Incompetence cried at the moment, and deeply blamed himself: "Brother Wuzen!

Because of the incompetence discovery, compared to the Zen brother who has been with the incompetents for more than ten years, the incompetence is still biased towards the new friend, a little more. What a good person Brother Wuzen is, especially for incompetence, Brother Wuzen would rather be hungry to let Incompetent eat and drink well, incompetence is really unkind! You are a ruthless and unrighteous person who likes the new and hates the old! Incompetent! The incompetent immortal blames himself deeply and cannot extricate himself.

In fact, there is no need to blame yourself for being incompetent, just like Brother Fang Yin who is incompetent, he also thinks that Senior Brother Wuzen is stronger.

It has been imperceptibly ingrained for a long time, and it is incompetent and unaware.

The incompetent immortal is powerless, even if the love and hatred of the sea are chaotic, he is also powerless, and the incompetence is broken!

How is Fang Yin?

The person who is truly ruthless and unrighteous, likes the new and hates the old, and has no conscience is Daoist Fang, Daoist Fang, Fairy Lin, who is still there, eyebrows.

Eyebrows are coming.

Fang Yin's heart had calmed down.

In any case, there is Fang Yin, and nothing will happen.

There is another, even more unconscionable, spirit stones.

Wudi won a miserable victory, hurting his muscles and bones, and Lingshi was carefully bandaging him under the Dongfang. With a non-Zen monk's robe.

Lingshi is not worried, not even the slightest.

No one knows the martial arts of Zen better than Lingshi, and Wuzen is still a little worse in comparison.

Compared to spirit stones.

Huba Cileng is a fierce tiger, and Wuzen will subdue him, this is Lingshi's opinion.

But Huba Cilen is not a tiger, Huba Cilen is Huba Cilen, and Lingshi also has a time when he looks away-

A thought.

"Bang bang

The battle begins.

The sound of the fist hitting the chest is as dull as thunder! With a deep and majestic roar, the blood is boiling! Huba Cilen's blood is boiling, Huba Cilen's heart is full of joy, and in front of him is a truly respectable opponent Huba Cilen knew when he came, this is exactly what a wonderful game it is: "Woo-" roar through the world, Huba Cilen! You are a myth, Huba Cilen! Fight! Fight!

Whew-

Huba Cilen pounced, stepped forward, and swept out with one palm!

Empty.

Step over, double ** wrong, the power of destroying the withered bear: "Whew-"

Failed.

Don't run away! Don't run away! What you want is to be hard! Hu Ba Cilen was angry, and his eyes widened with anger: "Huh-huh-huh-"

All of them failed.

The giant palm swept out, the wind flickered, and thousands of people under the wind platform could hear it, and those who were close to it felt the strong wind hitting their faces: "Huhu! Huhu! Huhuhu!" Huba Cilen was furious: "Horn Mi Bang! Horn Mi Bang!"

There is no Zen only retreat, retreat retreat, retreat, retreat, should not.

No Zen flies back, retreats to dodge, no fight.

But seeing the two figures in the ring, one big and one small, one advancing and one retreating, chasing and fleeing, they only heard the roar and fist whirring, but there was no sound of fists and feet. Huba Cileng is tall or strong, but it is never clumsy, and it sweeps out a hundred and ten palms in a flash, and there is no order, such as a bear fighting a tiger. Huba Cileng is fast, no Zen is faster, no Zen double ** staggered dodge and move, every time the palm and head, face, chest and abdomen dodge at the moment, but the eyelids do not blink.

The stage has just begun, and the audience is gradually quieting down.

This war was more or less unexpected at the beginning, and everyone watched for a while, each with their own plans. Huba Cileng is too fierce, but it can be said that it is very tough, and Wu Zen must of course avoid its edge. Most of the people present thought so, thinking that the Wuzen style of play was very wise, and it could not be used for a long time, and it was a strategy to exhaust the enemy. But anyone who knows a Zen monk knows that when it comes to toughness, when it comes to being tough, Zen is also average, or even better!

Yes, there is no Zen retreat without chaos, and no Zen has not punched out. Yes, King Kong is not bad is the kung fu of beating, but practicing the kung fu of beating does not mean that you have to beat, if you can not beat him, you will not beat him, Master Lingshi's words Wuzen has always been in mind. Yes, Wuzen has grown up, and Lingshi's training method for Wuzen has long changed: you have to use your brain, you are not stone Wuzen, don't be the same as incompetence, Wuzen-

The fool Wuzen has been promoted, and it has become: the smart Wuzen.

Wuzen suddenly stopped.

Decide.

Put your palms together: "Amitabha, little monk-"

This means that Wuzen is about to make a move.

And Huba Cilen was already angry, furious, and turned into an angry Huba Cilen: "Huh-"

"Bang!"

Who's stronger? Who's harder?

There was a loud bang, like a big stone colliding!

Huba Cilen a flute.

Wu Zen raised one arm and one arm and a half raised, standing in the center of the ring, and rejoicing in the Arhat pose.

Huba Cileng pain into the bone marrow: "Whew-"

Bang bang Wuzen no longer retreats, one step does not retreat, half a step does not retreat, Wuzen is like a nail nailed to the ring, let Huba Cilen hammer and chisel! In the blink of an eye, the battle situation has changed, everyone's hearts are frightened, and they are listening to bang in their ears, and their hearts are also bang

The sky is dreary and oppressive, suffocating.

Suddenly there was silence.

"Woo!" Huba Cilen flew back three feet, stared at his own pair of arms, and jumped to his feet and shouted!

It's, it hurts!

Every form of non-Zen is lattice on the forearm of Huba Cileng, and it is, in the same place!

Huba Cileng cried in pain: "Woo!

Who is harder, at least Huba Cilen knows, and Huba Cilen is not facing a person at all: "Don't fight, you are not an opponent of Wuzen." ”

"Boom!" the audience was in a hurry, cheering and coaxing.

"Huba Cilen! Huba Cilen!" Most of the coaxing, this is the end? But it's not enjoyable, it's not fun, it's not going to be done.

Wuzen clasped his hands together and said seriously.

Of course, without what Zen said, Huba Cilen couldn't understand: "Horn Mi-"

After only a moment of breathing, Huba Cileng roared, sank his shoulders, lowered his head, and threw himself on his shoulder: "Huh!"