Two young monks aged fourteen or fifteen continued to murmur.

Zhou Anfeng stood calmly in the field, and another person was sent from Shaolin. This time, he was a tall and thick monk.

This monk is about two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, and even seven-pack abs on his abdomen. He looks like a bodybuilding coach from his previous life.

But Zhou An saw another scene. This Shaolin monk had trained his body to be so strong and good. It was obvious that he was practicing Shaolin hard skills, otherwise he would not have trained his body to look like this.

"Senior Brother Jingtie is out. This Taoist priest named Zhou An can't win this time. Let's watch the show."

"Is Senior Brother Jingtie so powerful?"

"Senior Brother Jingtie is certainly powerful. He practices the Vajra Power Fist. One punch has the power of ten tigers. It can smash a large table-shaped stone into pieces. It is extremely terrifying."

"Is it as beneficial as you said? It's just that I feel so unreliable."

"I still think that Senior Brother Jingtie will win. Senior Brother Jingtie can defeat Zhou An with one punch."

"What if Senior Brother Jingtie falls for Bai Zhuzi's trick?"

"My master has said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger. Zhou An has already used the white bead. I don't believe that senior brother Jingtie will fall into Zhou An's white bead trick."
Chapter completed!