When the news came out that the "Great Guangming Cult Leader" was going to challenge the Five-Fang League, crowds of people in the city came to watch the excitement. The square where the Five-Fang League was located was crowded with people, and the surrounding rooftops were densely packed with people. This way, all the time

Blocking nearby streets.

After all, those who came to Jiangning City this time, in addition to the elites of the Fair Party, were representatives of all the big and small forces in the world. They were all kinds of local tycoons who yearned for wealth and wealth and were looking forward to participating in the gathering. Speaking of joining in the fun,

thing, no one wants to be left behind.

　　The young monk who had had breakfast learned about this incident quite late. As the spectators rushed all the way here, the intersections and rooftops were already packed with people.

Although he is young, his martial arts skills are not low, and he can naturally squeeze in through the crowd. However, despite this ability, the young monk's character is far less arrogant than Brother Long, who has begun to call himself the "Martial Arts Leader"

.I danced and greeted a few times with "Amitabha" and "Give me a step" outside the crowd, and then in the process of squeezing in, I was scolded with "Why are you squeezing me?" and "I'll kill you little bald guy."

After a few words, he lost his energy.

Finally, he found a tall flagpole in the crowd on the roadside, climbed to the top like a monkey, stood on it and looked towards the center of the square. He jumped on it twice and shouted softly: "Master

, Master..." Lin Zongwu in the center of the square naturally couldn't have noticed this. Ping An sighed on the flagpole, and then looked at the surging crowd below, thinking that the new Dharma title given to him by Brother Long was indeed worthy.

The truth is, I have really turned into a monkey now.

The flagpole under his feet was the flag of Zhou Shang, the "King of Yama". At this time, the flag was swaying in the wind. When the subordinates of King Yama nearby saw him climbing up the flagpole, they yelled below: "You little brat, get down here!"

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 “Come down quickly! Or I’ll beat you to death!”

 “Where did you come from…”

 “Catch him for me”

Several figures crowded in the crowd and roared. Although some people gave orders, no one really dared to climb up the flagpole. Someone wanted to throw something at him, but was stopped by the people around him. Although the little monk had a good temper, he followed Lin Zongwu when he walked.

The world is not without its likes and dislikes. The master is destroying the platform of "King of Yama" in front of him. What happened if he stepped on his flag... He turned around and shouted:

 “Xiaojisun!Wu!Kong”

 I don’t know why, but after using a pseudonym, I suddenly felt a sense of freedom and purity. I could do things that were difficult to say or do in normal times.

The people below didn't understand what he was saying, and were still shouting about "What... has been planted...". Ping An smiled, and then said "Amitabha" and recited sutras to repent for the bad thoughts of spitting downwards just now.

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Amidst the noise in the periphery, the chatter between the five parties came to an end. A giant man like an iron tower came onto the stage carrying a Skanda pestle and began to negotiate and confront Lin Zongwu.

The Heroes Conference in Jiangning has just entered the registration stage. The arenas set up by the five factions of the Fairness Party in the city are not rounds of competitions until the end. For example, the five-party arena is basically the backbone of the "King of Yama"

On stage, anyone who has played three rounds will be recognized. Not only will they take away a hundred taels of silver, but they will also receive a plaque titled "Hero of the World."

In fact, anyone who has played two rounds in the competition process will have received an offer from Zhou Shang. If you agree at this time, the third round of competition will naturally be completed. If you do not agree,

, those sent by Zhou Shang may not necessarily be people like Yi. This is essentially a process of opening up the door and recruiting talents.

Of course, although this is the case, the publicity to the outside world must be high-end. For example, if you can't compete in the five-party arena, you can't be called a hero. Of course, you can say it casually. If someone says that their martial arts is good, people in the city will also let them go to the arena.

to prove himself. Since he had such a name, Lin Zongwu also came to the stage and said: Since you think you are qualified to judge who is a hero, and the one who wins the battle must have amazing skills, you have to prove it.

Just like the imperial boxing gym back then, Zhou Tong was in charge, and that was the real imperial boxing gym. When Zhou Tong commented on others, everyone in the world would be convinced. You dare to set up a ring to talk about who passed by.

If you pass the test of a few crooked onions on your side, you are a hero, but that won't work.

The two sides engaged in two rounds of verbal sparring on the stage. At first, the other side used Lin Zongwu's senior rhetoric skills to resist for a while, but then gradually gave up. At this time, Lin Zongwu came out in formation, and thousands of people were watching the excitement around him.

, in such a situation, no matter what the reason is, as long as you shrink back and refuse to fight, the onlookers will think that this side is being suppressed.

If he keeps shrinking and Master Lin sits on the stage for a long time, in the next few days, all the jokes in Jiangning City will be about the "King of Yama" Five-square Challenge.

What's more, in the past two years, the subordinates of "King Yama" have already experienced battles and witnessed many bloody tragedies. Even if they are the so-called "number one in the world", how far can they be number one? There are always many among them.

People are dissatisfied.

The person who came on stage at this time was one of the most outstanding thugs under "King Yama" during this period, "Sick Veda" Zhang Xing. This man is tall and strong, and I don't know how he grew.

He seemed to be half a head taller than Lin Zongwu. This man was ferocious by nature and extremely powerful. He held a heavy Skanda pestle half as tall as a man in his hand, and it was said that he smashed many people into pieces during battles or competitions.

Some rumors even say that the "Sick Veda" feeds on humans and can swallow human essence and blood, which is why it grew into such a terrifying figure.

In these days, if there is a master who goes to the five parties to destroy the arena, neither accepts solicitations nor is willing to let others pass the scene, he will often meet him in the third arena. At present, he has beaten many people to death.

, every scene is extremely bloody.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the people in the audience who belonged to King Yama cheered and said, "Kill this bald donkey."

Lin Zongwu clasped his hands together, then opened his hands: "I don't want to bully the juniors, you can call two more people to come up together."

"Sick Veda" Zhang Xing waved the Veda pestle a few times, and there was a whistling sound in the air. He said: "I am enough, monk, are you ready to die?"

"Suffering death is..." Lin Zongwu wanted to say something sincerely, but gave up the next moment and sighed, "...that's fine, I'm ready."

In front of his eyes, the Skanda pestle fell down like a landslide.

 Below the ring, Ning Ji’s face had lost its previous joking expression, and he stared at this scene seriously.

This "Sick Wei Tuo" is tall and strong, and has an excellent foundation in the past. Judging from the rhythm of his breathing, he has indeed practiced extremely strong and excellent internal skills since he was a child. He has killed many people on the battlefield and in the ring, and his hands are full of violence.

, if he is old, these seemingly extreme experiences and methods of exerting his strength will make him miserable, but only at this moment, it is when his strength reaches its peak, and this iron pestle hits him, weighing more than a thousand

Jun, among the Chinese army, perhaps only Chen Fan, who has extraordinary strength, can compete with him head-on.

But at this moment, the huge figure wearing a bright yellow cassock on the stage held his hands empty, and his footsteps fell heavily. His fists moved up and down, with his left hand pointing up and his right hand pointing down, and the cassock roared to open up the world.

The Skanda pestle hit his upward left arm and hit the top of his head with all its strength.

With a muffled sound of "boom", the Wei Tuo pestle on the stage seemed to hit a huge whirlpool that was pushed straight away. This vortex appeared on Lin Zongwu's whole body cassock, and was violently shaken, while the Wei Tuo pestle in Zhang Xing's hand

Tuo Chu was forcefully pushed aside! The giant man didn't notice the strangeness of this moment, and his body hit him like a chariot!

Ning Ji opened his mouth slightly.

 This is the usage of Tai Chi...

Moreover, the way it is used is different from that of everyone who has come into contact with this kind of martial arts in the Chinese army. The big fat man on the stage, the round rotation of Tai Chi combined with the extremely strong internal force, shows no longer the characteristics of softness, nor is it simple.

It has a combination of hardness and softness, but is as strong and fierce as the legendary tsunami, hurricane, and maelstrom. It is also because of this that the opponent's full-force blow from the Skanda Pestle failed to smash his bare hands to resist it!

Hong Auntie might be able to defeat him with such a powerful Tai Chi technique, but she would never be able to reproduce it using a similar method. Now the only person in the world who can do this is perhaps the big monster in front of her.

He has outstanding vision and a young mind. Seeing this scene, his body trembled slightly with excitement. After all, for a young man of this age, how can the soft technique be as powerful as the dominant force? As expected.

My lifelong enemy...he thought to himself.

Experts know the rules. But for many onlookers who are not at Ning Ji's level, the blow just now is just a signal that the fight has just begun. On the ring, two figures collided with each other, and "Sick Wei Tuo"

His knee hit Lin Zongwu's chest, and he was hit back by the equally huge Lin Zongwu. He waved the Skanda pestle in his hand, shouted wildly in his mouth, and moved around and smashed it. Lin Zongwu's body stood still and did not move much.

There was a head-to-head fight with the opponent's Skanda pestle, fists, and kicks. Everyone in the audience saw that the fight was huge, and the movements of both sides were fierce and fast. The huge collision of force was thrilling and thrilling.

Bloody veins.

After fighting like this for a while, Lin Zongwu took a few steps forward. The "Sick Wei Tuo" beat and smashed him crazily, but he and Lin Zongwu were about half way through the ring. At this time, Lin Zongwu was swinging his pestle horizontally, and Lin Zongwu's body

The figure suddenly moved forward, one hand reached out to his right shoulder, and the other hand brushed it and took the Skanda pestle from his hand.

The hairs on Zhang Xing's back suddenly stood up. He was about to retreat first to save himself. There was a bang on his thigh, which hurt his bones. Lin Zongwu held the Skanda pestle and waved it on his leg.

Zhang Xing's body was shaken in the air, and he rolled around and fell to the ground. As a warrior, his reaction was extremely quick. Knowing that this moment was a matter of life and death, he jumped forward and rolled forward with a strong force, out of the opponent's attack range.

, but just as his body bounced up, the Skanda pestle in Lin Zongwu's hand hit him on the buttocks. He was like a bounced shrimp, and was slapped back again.

 Everyone in the audience looked at this turn of events in stunned silence.

 It seemed that there was still a back and forth, a head-on fight, but just this sudden change, Zhang Xing had already fallen to the ground, and he bounced up and fell back down like this weirdly. Why on earth did he bounce up?

Zhang Xing struggled for a while on the ring. Lin Zongwu held the Skanda pestle and hit him again. After a moment, Zhang Xing crawled forward and hit him with the pestle again. Again and again, like

As if he was disciplining his son at will, he beat Zhang Xing until he was squirming on the ground.

This seems to be an insult to the entire "Wufang Lei" in front of everyone.

The subordinates belonging to "King of Yama" on the other side of the ring were whispering to each other. Lin Zongwu's eyes were cold here, and the Skanda pestle in his hand was hitting Zhang Xing who had lost the ability to resist, as if he was going to slow him down like this.

Slowly, beat him to death. After beating him for a few more times, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and three warriors came forward at the same time: "Master Lin, stop it!"

Lin Zongwu lifted up the bloody Vedas pestle, then let go of his hand, letting the Vedas pestle fall into the pool of blood. His eyes looked at the three people, and he had become indifferent.

"I'll give you face, or I won't give you face. That's fine." His voice echoed word by word, resounding over the battlefield, "Three of you, come up together. If you can survive, I'll allow you to compete."

His momentum was already overwhelming the entire audience, and the hearts of the people around him were seized by it. The three people on stage seemed to want to say something to increase their own momentum, but at this time they could not say a word.

come out.

The three of them roared loudly and rushed towards Lin Zongwu, but Lin Zongwu still faced him empty-handed.

Four figures danced wildly on the ring. One of the three people who rushed up was holding a gun, one was holding a whip, and the other was holding a knife. They were all good at martial arts. On the thirteenth move, the man with the gun stabbed him.

On Lin Zongwu's chest, Lin Zongwu suddenly grabbed the gun shaft, and bent the iron gun shaft with both hands. With the seventeenth move, Lin Zongwu seized the opportunity to whip the man, and suddenly

He grabbed his throat and slammed his whole body onto the ring with a bang.

This battle was extremely thrilling from the beginning. Previously, the three of them had launched a joint attack. One of them was targeted by Lin Zongwu, and the other two immediately took the necessary steps to save him. In a fight of this level, Lin Zongwu could only give up his madness.

Attacking one person. But with the seventeenth move, the whip whip was grabbed by the neck, and the long knife fell from behind. Lin Zongwu used the whistling cassock to unload the force, and his huge body was like a demon.

Pressing him down on the ring, he tore the man's throat into a shower of blood with his hands.
To be continued...