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capital Airport.

　　 In the chaotic and quarrelsome waiting hall, reporters from Xiangtan Satellite TV gathered around a young man wearing sportswear and a tender face to conduct interviews.

　　 In the distance, a girl saw the young man, and was so excited that she fainted.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"superstar!"

　　 "Mr. Cai!"

　　 "Ahhh, I'm going to die, Mr. Cai, Mr. Cai!"

　　 "Can Mr. Cai take a photo with me?"

　　 "Can you sign me..."

　　 The young man smiled and took photos with the fans under the camera, and then continued the interview.

　　 The reporter from Xiangtan Satellite TV was so excited, one reporter asked:

　　 "Mr. Cai, you also want to participate in the "Last Powerful" program?"

　　 Mr. Cai smiled modestly:

　　 "I am a person who likes sports, and I also have fitness. "The Last Power" needs fitness hobby players like us. I signed up a long time ago."

　　 The reporter asked: "It's not fitness or basketball. It's fighting, it's fighting. There are no restrictions and no rules. It's dangerous."

　　 Mr. Cai smiled and said: "I have had a Shaolin dream since I was a child. I am not afraid of danger, not afraid of difficulties, not afraid of hardships. Such a rare brave competition, I can't be less."

　　 ‘Wow, wa, wa—’

　　 The surrounding female fans applauded excitedly. Moved to tears.

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　　 The reporters of Xiangtan Satellite TV, who are more touched than any TV station reporter, also had tears in their eyes and said with emotion:

　　 "Mr. Tsai's fearless spirit of being unafraid of difficulties and dangers is worth learning and imitating from our young people in the new era."

　　 "Mr. Cai, what is your chance of winning this competition?"

Mr. Tsai smiled shyly: "Professional competitions are reserved for more professional people. I think I am incapable of winning the top spot. So I want to get the top 20. I heard that there will be a lot of foreign countries this time. Experts participate, and this is also a good opportunity to raise the prestige of our country."

　　 The reporter is dumbfounded at this time, even if he is easily moved. Fuck, I just asked casually, I didn't expect you to be so humble. Top 20? Boxing champion Mayweather only said on Twitter that he wants to keep 80 and win 50...

　　 "Um, Mr. Cai, maybe the professional fighter is also in this position? I still want to know, what kind of trump card do you have?"

　　 is still conservative. If Fang Yi Lijing came to interview, he would probably ask directly "Who gave you the courage?".

　　 Mr. Cai smiled mysteriously: "Actually, as early as six months ago, I had already fulfilled my childhood dream."

"Ok?"

"Half a year ago, I was accepted as a lay disciple by the abbot of Shaolin Temple. In addition to fitness, I also learned Shaolin Fuhuquan with Shaolin monks. The so-called world martial arts out of Shaolin, if there are peerless experts in this world, hehe, that's it. It's my master. By the way, speaking of Shaolin Fuhu Boxing, I will give you a beat."

　　 When everyone heard it, people with discerning eyes were surprised, oh, it turned out to be a big customer of Shaolin Temple.

　　Speaking, Mr. Cai was itchy for a while and handed the coat to the agent. The black sweater and overalls worn inside were exposed.

"Hey!"

"what!"

　　 "呔—"

　　 The female fans are so handsome looking at the little stars.

　　The expressions on the faces of passing passengers were distorted. They looked at Mr. Cai who was punching on the bright marble floor of the airport, and said to his heart: What about a good punch? Isn't this still playing basketball? When you come to a song, you are too beautiful and you will feel more inside...

After a set of Fuhu punches, Mr. Cai did not blush or breathe. The reporter quickly said: "Good skill. Mr. Cai has an outstanding talent. This internal strength has been used for decades. After such intense exercise, he still does not breathe. Cruel. By the way, do you respect the teacher also participate in the competition?"

Mr. Cai smiled mysteriously: "No, such a small scene is not worthy of my master's personal action. But he will come, he will take my brothers and disciples to Hawaii and Recovery Island to compete. Master will be my off-site Aid, and guide me to fight and fight against foreign powerhouses in the arena."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Cai pointed to the security gate in surprise: "Master. Master!"

　　 Everyone turned their heads.

　　 But I saw that a man weighing nearly two hundred and wearing a red robes walked in with a smile.

　　 And behind him, there were forty or fifty monks wearing monk clothes. Every one is not smirking, very serious. A style of martial arts.

　　 The abbot smiled and nodded to Mr. Cai, suddenly his eyes must be: "Huh? There are reporters..."

　　 The big disciple behind him suddenly said in a deep voice: "Master, I understand!"

　　 The abbot nodded slowly: "Go."

As soon as 　　's voice fell, there was a crisp bang behind him. The two disciples jumped up suddenly and pulled up a string of banners.

　　'The world of martial arts goes out of Buddhism, the world's heroes subdue Buddhism, Buddhism goes out, and the world is powerful. Promote the national martial arts, strengthen our country! ’

　　 The airport security and staff, as well as many passengers, looked silly. There are so many ‘martialists’ coming and going, but when it comes to pomp, it’s still Buddhism. It is worthy of being the first of the three great martial arts in the Central Plains.

　　 just when everyone is dumb. As the abbot wandered forward in the idle courtyard, eighteen monks with clubs and spears suddenly appeared behind him.

"Hi!"

　　 Eighteen people shouted.

　　 then rushed out, rushing to a large open space in front of the airport. When the surrounding passengers saw this, they backed away in horror and gave up a field.

　　 See you, first there were eight monks on the smooth marble floor, flipping all the way to the middle of the field.

　　 The other ten stick monks carried wooden sticks and rushed to every corner.

"Hey!"

"what!"

"hit!"

　　‘Huh! ’

　　 shouting and killing all around.

　　 Eighteen stick monks suddenly divided into three groups.

　　 But see, a monk in the first group is naked. The two monks on the opposite side held long spears against his throat.

　　 "Ah, ah, ah..."

　　 The monk headed forward ferociously. Under the stunned eyes of everyone, the top of the iron spear was actually bent.

　　 This is one of Shaolin's unique skills-golden gun piercing the throat!

　　 In the second group, five people set up their spears. A senior monk took off his clothes and climbed up with the help of his senior. Put your forehead, shoulders, and legs on the tip of the gun, and stand in the air against the tip of the gun.

　　 This is Shaolin's second skill-King Kong is not bad!

The third group.

　　 A high monk squatted and squatted. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's two juniors picked up the sticks and beat him on the back like crazy!

"Hi!"

"Hi!"

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　　 The sticks broke one after another.

　　The third stunt-iron cloth shirt!

　　 The remaining five monks occupy the five corners of the venue with their horses.

　　 started playing Shaolin Fuhu Boxing and Shaolin King Kong Boxing.

　　 And they are the atmosphere group...

　　 Everyone in the entire airport is petrified.

　　 is so imaginative, no one can imagine that they would be so imaginative.

　　 Someone thought of taking out the banner layer.

　　 But rushed into the airport and opened up a space for performances from thousands of passengers... No, to promote the prestige of our country, this level is beyond many people's imagination.

　　 "Amitabha!"

　　 The abbot walked to the reporter's camera and said with a smile: "Cai Shizhu, have you done your homework these days?"

　　 Mr. Cai quickly put his hands together respectfully: "Master, I do my homework every day."

The abbot also said: "Well, accept the interview? Cai Shizhu, participating in the competition, it is important to promote our country's prestige. The plane has already been booked by my Buddha. It should not be too late. Let's go abroad to participate in the competition and promote martial arts. Interviews and the like , These vain reputations don’t matter."

　　 "What the master taught."

　　 "Bodhi does not have a tree, and Mingjing is not a platform. You still care too much about fame..."

　　 said, the abbot walked towards the airport.

The eighteen eminent monks behind 　　 followed closely behind the abbot, and the two young disciples behind, holding the banner, walked in low-key in front of the camera.

　　 Only a piece of sawdust is left on the marble floor, leaving no merit or fame...