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"There is a way, go, come with me".
The four came to a sunken square.
This place is full of men, women and children, watching a performance.
"The strongest shield, waiting for the strongest spear?"
"Ten thousand alliance coins, a challenge opportunity."
"Break the defense in ten seconds, reward millions of alliance coins?"
"The Shaolin King Kong is not bad for magical skills, the ninth thousand three hundred and seventy-second generation successor, Master Zhanhu!"
Seeing those banners and slogans, I realized that this turned out to be a challenging performance.
A brawny man who was covered with gold powder, like a golden warrior, stood in the middle of the field.
As long as you take out 10,000 alliance coins, you can go up and challenge this ancient warrior named Zhanhu.
This person cultivates the magical power of the King Kong not destructive, both internally and externally, and tempers the physical body.
To challenge, you must not use cultivation bases, medicines, or weapons, and must not attack vital parts. You must attack with your fists and feet. The time limit is ten seconds.
In other words, it was purely brute force to smash the Zhanhu's bodyguard Qi.
"Hey, it's too simple! Isn't this giving us money?" Wu Ye Wan looked at it and immediately became happy.
Several spectators nearby looked back in surprise and found that it was three girls, all of whom were quite disdainful.
"Little girl, the ignorant is fearless."
"Master Zhanhu's King Kong is not bad, it is the top three in the East China Alliance."
"In the last performance of the alliance celebration, the chairman of the alliance, Grandmaster Li of Heavenly Realm personally made a shot, and they couldn't break the defense with a single move!"
"It's estimated that these little girls didn't pay attention to the restrictions. This requires pure physical strength and cannot be used for cultivation."
Wuye Rong rolled his eyes, thinking that it was because you guys didn't see it.
Du Yun'er asked curiously: "Brother Ye Fan, can this person really block the blow of the Heaven-Shuking Realm?"
"This guy called Zhanhu, although he only has three levels of spirit shaping, he started his career by practicing this kind of body protection magic, and his physical strength has surpassed the general longevity state.
In addition, his vajra is not bad magical skill, and he is really well-trained, and the average monk can really resist a few times.
It is reasonable for him to dare to challenge the ring here."
Ye Fan himself knows how to do this skill, and can also see the fire, but for Ye Fan, this skill is already a bit infamous.
"Then he's not afraid, the monk of the Heavenly Domination will come to trouble him?"
"Sister Yoona, do you think those who have the ability to break his defenses within ten seconds, who can still pull their faces and challenge them?" Shi Lan Yu blinked.
When Du Yuner heard it, she covered her mouth and smiled: "It might be true... For example, some people can't afford clothes."
At this time, another challenger who wanted to try took out 10,000 yuan and went to experience it.
Zhanhu folded his hands together, bowed to salute, his resolute face was rather solemn.
A gust of body protection gas revolved, as if there was a golden shield in front of him, covering him.
"Master, offended!"
The man with a heavy spirit sculpted his strength, his entire arm, muscular knots, and a dash up, facing Zhanhu's chest with a "bang bang bang" with a jab.
However, Zhanhu did not move.
On the contrary, the man's hands were red and swollen, and he was defeated in less than ten seconds.
The field cheered again, marveling at the tyranny of the magical power of the King Kong.
"Everyone, that's it for today's demonstration of Master Zhanhu's King Kong not bad power.
If you are interested in this kung fu, you can go to the side to register information. Those under the age of sixteen need to be accompanied by a guardian...
Next, is another magical skill of our Shaolin, the demonstration of vigorous vajra hands."
A bald-headed host, holding a microphone, announced at the scene.
Obviously, this is not so much a performance as an advertisement.
Nowadays, the cultivation of civilization is very popular, and every family must compete for talents.
Only in this way can we show our kung fu in the public in order to attract fresh blood to join the sect.
As for the income from this display, in fact, to these sect masters, it is nothing.
"It turns out that they are recruiting students, so if we go to the gym, is it not so good?"
Du Yoona hesitated a little, but as soon as she finished asking, she found that the misty night beside her was gone.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
Foggy night jumped into the arena, raised his hand and said: "I want to challenge!"
Seeing that it was a petite girl, the host looked somewhat contemptuous in his eyes.
"This female benefactor, the time for Master Battle Tiger is up, let's come again next time."
"No! I haven't got a million yet! Are you scared?"
Zhanhu frowned, "Female benefactor, don't try to anger the poor monks, rules are rules, if you really want to challenge, come again next time."
"Only ten seconds, the master is so scared? Could it be that I saw that I was a little capable and retreated?" Wuye said with a grin.
The audience can't stand it anymore.
"Little girl! Hurry up! What's crazy?"
"The master is too lazy to talk to you! Don't push your nose to your face!"
"Master Zhanhu, show her some color! Support you!"
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, squeezed the crowd away, walked into the field and said: "Hu'er, forget it, you can't force it when the time is up, they are not over yet anyway."
"Yes, Hu'er, anyway, there are still challenges ahead. We wait for the next strong King Kong hand again, and we can also get one million," Shi Lanyu said.
When I heard the foggy night, I thought about it, so I shrugged, "Okay."
But these words fell into the ears of Zhanhu and other Shaolinists, and they were a bit ear-piercing.
What's the meaning? Do these guys think their one million is so profitable
When they came to give money
If this is not expressed, wouldn't it make the world look down upon Shaolin
"This female donor, wait a minute."
Zhanhu walked back to the center of the field again, and a group of Shaolin disciples also showed dissatisfaction and glared at Ye Fan.
"Hehe, Master accepted my challenge?"
Zhan Hu shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't try to compete with the female donor. I want to find this male donor... I think he should be more powerful than the female donor, otherwise he won't be attracted to the female donor.
The poor monk thinks that this will convince you all. "
What Zhanhu refers to is naturally Ye Fan.
"Haha, what the master said is absolutely true!"
"Boy, it's a man who does it on his own. What is it for a woman to challenge?"
"I really can't help myself, the master can't listen to it anymore. Is it true that the master is here to do charity?"
There were bursts of laughter around.
The three women in Wuyezheng are very speechless. They don't know whether to cry or laugh. Who is the bad choice for this monk? Why do you have to choose the most undesirable person in the audience
"Master, are you sure, you want to pick my man?"
"Master, listen to my advice, don't choose my good brother, or I will challenge you", Shi Lanyu kindly suggested.
Zhan Hu is very persistent, "The two female benefactors, although the poor monks are monks, but they don't want to bully weak women, let you be the masters."
"Hey... Brother Ye Fan, there's no way," Wuye Rong shook his head helplessly.
Ye Fan didn't expect that things would turn out to be like this. He originally wanted Wuye Rong or Shi Lanyu to go up and play, so why did the monk insist on picking him? Does he look weak
It was too late to see how it was going, Ye Fan didn't bother to waste time and stepped onto the court.
"Master, then I will challenge you", Ye Fan smiled.
"Donor, pay 10,000 first."
The host stepped forward, took out a tray and waited for money.
Ye Fan scratched his head, "I have no money."
"what!?"
The host suddenly sank, "This benefactor, is it possible to make a joke about our Shaolin Sect?!"
Zhanhu also looked a little dark.
Ye Fan simply took out a very low-level flying sword and placed it on the tray.
"This sword is mortgaged."
When everyone saw it, they exclaimed.
"Low-grade magic weapon flying sword? This can be tens of thousands!"
"Is this kid stupid, humiliated by the door, and giving away a magic weapon flying sword?"
Zhanhu's expression was a bit cold, "It seems that this donor has some origins, presumably he possesses special skills, but the donor must see the rules clearly."
"I know, it is forbidden to use cultivation bases, weapons, and drugs, and not to attack the vital points, ten seconds," Ye Fan grinned.
Zhanhu nodded and began to operate the magical power of King Kong.
A golden qi shield formed again, covering him.
The whole person looks shining with golden light, like a golden arhat.
"Donor, please..."
Ye Fan nodded and walked up slowly, without running up, without accumulating energy, or posing.
Pushing flat with one palm is like just to open a door.
"boom!"
The Gang Qi in front of Zhanhu made a direct explosion.
"puff!"
Zhanhu felt a surge of blood, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body flew upside down and slipped more than ten meters!
At the scene, the breeze blew.
The crows are silent, and the needle drop can be heard.
The Shaolin disciples and the masters who were preparing to play were already dumbfounded, and even forgot to go up and help the tiger.
Zhanhu opened his mouth, feeling suffocated, lying on his back, convulsing all over.
"Patter".
The bald host's microphone shuddered and fell to the ground.