Devil Seeds

As soon as the black-clothed monk said this, he completely angered all the heroes in the world.

Those jumping beam clowns jumped up and down a few times on the ring first, warming up the scene lively, it's nothing at all.

The black-clothed monk had an opinion, so he stood up and scolded, and they were all happy to watch.

But... Bai Feishuang is different!

That is a woman that many people regard as taboo.

The black-clothed monk opened his mouth, so don't think about being kind.

A figure flew onto the stage, holding a pair of pumpkin hammers, and looked coldly at the black-clothed monk, with fierce evil spirits blowing towards his face.

"Who is here?" The monk in black looked at the strong black man flying up to the stage, and asked.

"Wang Erti, the abandoned pawn of the Yanbei Army, I will teach you how to do it." The strong black man held a pumpkin hammer in both hands, and grinned at the black-clothed monk.

"Okay! Use a hammer! You may not be a master, but you will never be a mediocre hand! Let the Sa family move their muscles." The black-clothed monk said in a loud tone.

But the black and strong man couldn't bear it any longer, he held a sledgehammer and slammed towards the black-clothed monk fiercely.

The double hammers are like the wind, but there are thunderous sounds.

Although he is only an innate martial artist, his true energy has the attribute of lightning, which is truly extraordinary.

The black-clothed monk didn't dodge, but got shorter and slammed into the arms of the strong black man.

He caught the pair of pumpkin hammers with both hands, and then suddenly exerted force on his feet.

"Hey!"

With a loud shout, the strong black man was lifted up in the air by the black-clothed monk, then he fell heavily, and landed on the shed not far away.

Those tall people who were "showing off their majesty" in the ring just now were knocked down by four or five, and they all lay on the ground and shouted "Ouch, hello", they looked like old people who touched porcelain, how can they be so high-spirited and give advice How does Jiangshan look?

The black-clothed monk laughed loudly: "I have some strength, but I'm still too small. But it's better than those useless ones, and I can still stand still after being knocked down."

But the black and strong man had turned over in the crowd and stood up.

Before finishing one move, he was thrown off the ring, and the strong black man was ashamed to stay any longer.

Taking one last look at Bai Feishuang, he let out a long sigh, cupped his hands at the black-clothed monk, picked up his hammer, and went down the mountain.

"It's not enough to warm up, who else will come?" The monk in black shouted loudly.

The audience became a little quieter.

This time... the black-clothed monk spoke, and someone listened.

That black and strong man, Wang Erti, is not an unknown person. He was once on the list, and his pair of pumpkin hammers also ranked in the top 100 on the weapon list. He is considered a good player.

But now the black-clothed monk couldn't make a single move, so he fell off the ring.

It is enough to see how amazing this black-clothed monk is.

"I'll fight you!" A young man looked at Bai Feishuang with excited and eager eyes. Even though he was talking to the monk in black, he didn't take his eyes off Bai Feishuang.

The faces of the elders around the young man turned pale.

But there is no way to stop it.

What is said in front of everyone in the rivers and lakes is the water that is poured out.

If you do what you say, you have to do what you say.

Otherwise, once reduced to a laughingstock, there is nothing left to do.

The young man came to the stage, his eyes still wandering between Bai Feishuang and the monk in black.

The black-clothed monk was furious: "I'm so restless, you still dare to look around... I'll let you go!"

After all, it turned into a gust of black wind, and before the young man could react, he grabbed the opponent's leg and threw him out of the ring.

The young man was smashed on the rock beside him. Not only was his head bleeding, his skin was torn apart, but several bones were broken in a row, and he might be completely useless.

The elders of his family, with a gloomy face, could only go forward to treat and stabilize the injury.

In the direction of Dalin Temple, Master Huitong, the head of the Discipline Hall, got up angrily.

"What an evil monk who does not practice virtue and has no mercy. Letting a villain like you show off is also discrediting my Buddhism."

"The poor monk came to fight you, and let you know what is the commandment and what is the rule." After saying that, Master Huitong stepped on the air step by step, and a lotus flower of true energy condensed under his feet, sending it to the ring.

The monk in black and the monk in red cassock are facing each other. One is full of beards, which looks like a vicious tiger, and the other has long eyebrows and benevolent eyebrows, just like the Buddha in the temple.

The mediocre people watching the battle, already in their hearts, have distinguished the winners and losers.

"Master! Will Master Huitong win?" On the roof of the hut, the apprentice asked the master.

The master picked his teeth with the thatch of the roof, and said with a stern expression: "No! He will lose, and soon."

Under the arena, Dugu Ming looked at the black-clothed monk with a look of challenge in his eyes.

He has recognized the monk's identity.

Because of this, he was full of fighting spirit.

In reality, the difference in identity and realm between him and the monk in black is too great, and there is no comparison at all.

But here...in this world, they were drawn into a close position, and they could fight.

"Senior brother! This master who broke the three precepts... is that one!" A sword sect monk beside Dugu Ming asked in a low voice.

Dugu Ming nodded and said: "It is indeed him, the same fierce as fire, the same disobeying the precepts... Even if others want to learn, it is difficult to learn its charm, like the way of the fallen devil."

The sword sect disciple beside Dugu Ming said: "Then... can the master of breaking the three precepts win? Although he is a great monk in reality, he is famous all over the world. But this is a different world after all, and the master of breaking the three precepts... should come This world won't last long!"

Dugu Ming said, "No! He will definitely win."

"Master once said that some people... keeping the precepts is breaking the precepts, and being born into the world is entering the world. The master who broke the three precepts kept the precepts in order to cultivate other people's Buddhas, and broke the precepts in order to cultivate his own Buddha. He is a Buddha. The rules are different between the worlds, he only needs time to adapt, and no longer needs to spend time accumulating. Because his state of mind arrived early...maybe even surpassed the master."

When the voice fell, the battle between the two monks had already begun.

As soon as Master Huitong made a move, he was the "Bodhi Qianye Hand" of Dalin Temple.

Between waving palms, the sky is full of palm shadows.

The combination of reality and reality, the palm wind blows.

At the same time, it also cooperates with Tianguang and Yunying, which can't be said to be old-fashioned or strong.

The black-clothed monk only used the rotten Arhat fist with one hand, and the one who raised his hand was the Arhat hugging the moon, and left recklessly.

Crackling...!

Layers of palm prints landed on the black-clothed monk's body, but he blocked it with the simplest fist.

Instead, he waved his hand and hammered, sending force to the ground and penetrating through the body.

Boom!

Master Huitong vomited blood and flew out, falling off the ring.

"The real monk, the fake Bodhi, how can you defeat the golden Arhat?" Dugu Ming commented lightly as he watched this scene.

The top of the mountain is quieter.

This time... no one dared to question the monk in black again.

Ke Xiaoliang was sitting in front of the window, casually gesturing twice for the Arhat Fist.

"It's not just returning to the basics, it's really Arhat descending to earth and performing boxing in person? What kind of way is this? He actually recreated the artistic conception on top of boxing? This monk... is interesting!" Ke Xiaoliang focused his attention on the black-clothed monk who broke the three precepts body, ready to see how many surprises he will bring to himself.

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