Ye Qingxuan and the others were unexpected as they rushed directly to the arena with such a fiery temper.
Meng Yuanyun looked left and right, and finally asked: "What's the situation, did something fly out of us just now?"
Wan Guotai looked up to the sky and sighed, pointed his hand outward, and said, "Fifth Master has gone..."
"Hey, what a guy!" Meng Yuanyun slapped his forehead and said, "I guess we haven't researched a plan to deal with it. We didn't even say where to break through. Why did this master go out?"
Everyone glared angrily at this thief who was studying and running before he started fighting. He was just the opposite of Ruhua. When something happened, one would push forward and the other would push backward, completely irrelevant. The characters are not very good, and they become brothers.
Huangfu Taiming sighed, and said: "Fifth brother is not weak in kung fu, so there should be no problem in protecting himself. Let's just see how far the opponent's strength has reached..."
Everyone nodded in unison and looked at the venue with concentration.
Wherever Monk Ruhua stops, everyone's heart is slightly shocked by the huge size. Those who know the origin of this master are all talking about him, talking about his confrontation with the "pig iron Buddha" Yinkong, that's all. Not falling behind, and even holding up a big Zen staff to hit Yin Kong in the end and fled.
Since his debut, Monk Ruhua has made most of his fame by following Ye Qingxuan. It is rumored in the Jianghu that he is Ye Qingxuan's vassal, and he is even regarded as his subordinate. No one really knows Ruhua's identity. horrible.
At this time, Ruhua was the first to fight, and among the guests who came to help her, there were not a few who were eager to fight. They all hoped to make a head start and show their faces in front of the heroes of the world!
A few of them stood up in an instant, and there were many young and vigorous young heroes among them. They were vying for the end, but at this time, a red flag was suddenly planted at the door of the wing in the direction of Cao Sheng, and Cao Sheng rushed over The master puncher had already made an arrangement, and immediately understood what it meant.
Hula, the several figures who stood up to challenge all sat down safely, and the eyes of the master with the red flower pinned to his chest lit up, and they looked at each other, and finally a rough voice sounded: "Comrades, Cao Cao!" Since the master has ordered our masters to take action, I think the monk is not weak, why don't you let me try his skills, how about it?"
"Amitabha", a Buddha's name was proclaimed, and a great mage wearing a lotus hat stood up among the heroes, turned his head and bowed to the master who spoke, and said: "The people in the field are the traitors of Buddhism, such as flowers. The title is 'Crazy Monk', and there is ten thousand catties of strength in his brawn, which means that Qin's benefactor has a chance to win, and this poor monk wishes Qin's benefactor to slay demons and demons, and return with a great victory!"
"Hahaha, then thank Master Guangjie for his good words!"
It turned out that the great mage who got up and saluted was Guangjie of Dalu Temple who had suffered bad luck in front of Ye Qingxuan and others before. His words at this time increased the confidence of the challenger, which also showed how much Guangjie resented Ye Qingxuan and other brothers. place.
With a whoosh, the figure flashed, and the stellar energy like howling mountain wind flew up from the seats, fell straight into the sky, and landed in the field with a bang.
Monk Ruhua was anxiously waiting for the person to enter the stage. Suddenly, a figure flew down from the hero seat on the left. After landing, before he could stand still, two giant objects in his hands slammed into his chest—
when!
A loud bang like a bell rang in the Qingluan Pavilion, and a sound wave visible to the naked eye burst out from it. The surrounding people only felt a "buzz" in their ears, and hurriedly covered their ears to dodge, showing pain on their faces.
The discussions all around stopped immediately, and everyone raised their eyes to see a big man standing in the center of the field arrogantly, less than three feet away from the equally sturdy Ruhua, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, full of blood. The beard on the face and the chest hair are all connected together, and the hands are as big as cattail leaf fans, each holding a sledgehammer, the head of the hammer is one size bigger than that of a watermelon, and it is very heavy.
As soon as the visitor came to a standstill, the familiar masters of the rivers and lakes said "Ouch" and shouted loudly: "Look, it's the 'Double Hammer General' Qin Wengong..."
"Hey, it's really him. That's right. Did you see that pair of big hammers? One is four hundred catties, and the other pair is eight hundred catties. He is a hero outside the Yanzhou Pass. He also came to this competition?"
"You guys forgot, Yanzhou is Duke Cao's territory, and this Qin Wengong is an expert who was invited by Duke Cao to help!"
"The big monk on the opposite side, surrender quickly, those double hammers are not fun!"
"Yeah, admit defeat. No matter how strong you are, you can't beat him. Be careful that your head will be smashed with a hammer..."
"Let Wei Wuxuan come down, only Wei Wuxuan's 'Red Black Copper Cauldron' is his opponent! Your strength is for nothing!"
The crowd around shouted and yelled, and with just one meeting, Monk Ruhua, who was still majestic just now, became a doomed loser.
Eight hundred catties of heavy hammer!
Is it heavy
Monk Ruhua curled his lips, stared at the opponent's sledgehammer, smiled disdainfully, and said in his heart, "Daddy Wei's Chixuan copper tripod has been played with at home a few times, it's like paper, it's meaningless, big guy Wei That is to say, he was too lazy to change to a bulky weapon, so he continued to use the copper tripod. Otherwise, with his strength, changing to a 10,000-pound guy would be no different from picking up a piece of sugarcane.
At this time, Qin Wengong, who was facing him, saw the great monk staring at his sledgehammer, he couldn't help but smiled proudly, and said, "What? Great monk, are you afraid? It doesn't matter if you are afraid, kneel down and call Grandpa, and you can end the game. Come up to have fun... Did you hear that 'Dingba' Wei Wuxuan is not on the top? If you let him come, no one else will be able to help him, and he will die if he comes down!"
A word makes me happy like a flower.
"What? You are worthy of getting Mr. Wei down, you bird boy? Isn't it just two broken hammers..." Monk Ruhua became confused, and with a feverish head, he smashed his big Zen staff on the ground, and with a bang, half of the staff went into it. After getting under the ground, he took two steps forward, slapped his forehead, and shouted wildly: "Come on, boy, if you have the guts to smash it here, the Sajia will let you hit it three times! If you smash the Sajia to death with three hammers, you will earn money!" , if you can't die... Hehe, you can try it with three punches from Sajia..."
As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding crowd exploded...
What did the great monk say? Let someone hit him with that 800-jin hammer? Is this great monk tired of living? Still insane
That pair of sledgehammers, not to mention smashing them, just hitting the head would cause concussion** if it was light, and die if it was heavy. How about three hammers? Crazy, really crazy...
Monk Ruhua made everyone stupid on the spot when he made a fool of himself. Qin Wengong, who was facing him, was dumbfounded, thinking that the other party was playing tricks on him, his face flushed with anger, and he kept telling himself: Don’t believe it, don’t believe it, he’s playing tricks again. , He is afraid of losing, if I listen to his words, maybe he will plot against me with other tricks while I am not paying attention, and he will definitely not fall into the trap.
At this moment, Cao Sheng and the others were stunned for a moment in the wing room, and then everyone burst into laughter.
Cao Sheng rubbed his tears, pointed at Ruhua in the arena and smiled, "I thought he was such a powerful character, but it turns out he's just a muddleheaded person, like a street thug, stretching his neck to beg for beatings! Do you think that in this rivers and lakes dispute, who would sympathize with his rebellion?"
Ying Huiying next to him laughed and said: "No wonder this great monk never leaves Ye Qingxuan's side. He is a solid scumbag. Killing such a fool would be dirty!"
A cold light flashed in Cao Sheng's eyes, and he said, "That's the way to hit it, and it's not wrong to hit it!"
Zhangqiu Taiyan laughed and said, "Nowadays there are so many ugliness in the world, how can such a person be called a 'crazy monk'? I don't think it's crazy, but crazy?"
Everyone couldn't help laughing and shaking their heads, sighing endlessly, saying that the world has been degraded for a long time.
Even Ye Qingxuan and the others were taken aback by Ruhua's move. They felt that he was a little too arrogant. If it was an ordinary martial arts competition, he would definitely win even if he stood there to compare his strength. How could he be so stupid as to stand there unguarded? It's really stupid to let someone call you.
Meng Yuanjun rushed to the railing on the second floor, and yelled at Ruhua: "Old Wu, you are crazy, take a big Zen stick and take a few tricks to deal with him, and you'll be done. Stand up and let someone hammer you. If the clothes are broken, there is nowhere to buy them for you." Hurry up and move the guy, shoot him flying!"
You didn't persuade people like that, did you
When Meng Yuanyun bluffed like this, all the martial arts figures in the room were stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing...
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter, I've never seen such a shameless character..."
"Being hit by a 800-jin sledgehammer, but worrying about clothes? This group of people are crazy!"
"No wonder you can become brothers, you really are a bunch of fools!"
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Monk Ruhua scratched his head dejectedly, and asked: "Lao Liu Meng, shut up for the Sajia, the Sajia's clothes are torn and you're afraid of getting hurt, uh... at worst, I'll take off my clothes first!"
After saying this, the great monk really took off his shirt under the eyes of everyone, leaving only a pair of trousers, revealing a majestic body like a god, and shouted at the angry Qin Wengong opposite him: "You Hei boy understands, come to Sajia, don't worry about Sanlu, Sajia only has this pair of pants, there is no place to change them if they are broken!"
The crowd around burst into laughter.
On the opposite side, Qin Wengong's dark face was as red as a soldering iron. He had never seen such a shameless and degrading bastard. He didn't care about his strength, but he dared to play him like this!
"You said to block my three hammers with your body, but it counts!?"
Qin Wengong said grimly, and said in his heart, under the watchful eyes of everyone, I will give him a hammer, at most, it will take three points of strength, and he can change his moves at any time, and be very careful not to let the other party take advantage of it.
Thinking of this, Qin Wengong took a few steps forward, separated Ruhua less than ten feet away, and asked again harshly: "I will ask you again, are you willing to die!?"
"It's just giving you three hammers, why do you suffer? Just because you can still kill the Sa family? Cut the nonsense, just like a bitch, I don't think you're so fucking 'beat all over the border without enemy', you are 'Bianguan sissy is invincible', a rabbit who sells ass!"
One word from Monk Ruhua immediately aroused Qin Wengong's anger, and yelled, "The bald donkey is courting death!"
With a leap, the sledgehammer in his right hand slammed towards Ruhua's top door...