Even though the young scholar was sarcastic, Sha Wuneng seemed to turn a deaf ear to him. He still looked persistent and said to the man with the Eagle Claw Fist: "Donor, let's start the fight. Don't waste any time."
The man with the Eagle Claw Fist frowned and asked: "Master, your status is not suitable for martial arts competitions to attract marriage, why do you insist on doing this?"
Sha Wuneng had a look of compassion on his face, as if he was pitying the world and saving the common people. He said leisurely: "Why? Donor, you asked well!
Alas, in order to enlighten you and all living beings, I will tell you the reason.
The Buddha said that there is a knife on the head of sex. Since it is a knife, it will hurt people and kill people. In order to save the ignorant people and save all living beings, the poor monk had no choice but to kill himself to become a benevolent person and die as a martyr. Alas...! "
Sha Wuneng let out a long sigh, as if he was bearing the humiliation and taking the responsibility for justice, and then said: "Amitabha, the Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Let the monk bear all the sins alone!"
Seeing that he spoke so righteously and looked like he was sacrificing his life for mercy, some people actually respected him and raised their thumbs up to him. Sha Wu was able to see him, and he was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't show his face and looked unhappy. The demeanor of a master who is not sad and sees through the world of mortals.
"Pa bang bang..."
Applause rang out, and the young scholar who just spoke high-fived and praised: "High! High!"
Sha Wuneng was overjoyed and asked, "Donor, do you think what the young monk said is reasonable?"
Unexpectedly, the scholar said: "When I say high, I don't mean that your insights are exquisite, but that you, a monk, can talk so high-sounding and speak so righteously.
Hey, I really admire you for lying without blushing or frowning. It seems that your face is thicker than the city wall!
Humph, you also said that if I don’t go to hell, who else will go to hell? To put it bluntly, isn’t it because I just covet the beauty of Miss Jiang Yueqin? If you are an ugly girl and you are willing to sacrifice like this, then you will be an enlightened Buddhist monk! "
Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this, and they all said it was reasonable. An ugly-looking woman also stood up and shouted: "Great monk, I need your rescue. Are you willing to go to hell for me? Will you marry me?"
Jiang Yueqin was also disgusted by Sha Wuneng's shamelessness, so she also said to him: "Sha Wuneng, that scholar is right. If you have mercy on all living beings and save the world, go and save that sister. I Girl, I won’t bother you anymore!”
The maid Bihe also sneered: "Hmph, a wild monk who comes from nowhere actually comes on stage to compete and wants to marry our pretty lady? It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat and doesn't know what's good or bad!"
After hearing this, everyone in the audience started to criticize Sha Wu. They talked a lot and sarcastic and ridiculed.
Sha Wu Neng saw it in his eyes, felt angry in his heart, and secretly gnashed his teeth, but Jiang Yueqin flatly rejected him, and his sweet dream came to nothing. Sha Wu Neng was so angry that he immediately tore off his hypocritical mask, jumped up, and pounced on the young scholar. He went to shout: "It's all you, a poor scholar with a sharp tongue, who is talking nonsense here to ruin my good deeds and cost you your life!"
"Oh my god, the monk killed someone!"
The young scholar couldn't help being frightened when he saw him charging at him like an evil tiger. He was so frightened that he ran away, but was still hit by Sha Wuneng's palm and fell out with a bang.
Sha Wu Neng flew over, slapped the scholar's head with his palm, and shouted ferociously: "Suffer death!"
"Bang!"
Sha Wuneng's big palm was about to hit the young scholar's forehead. Suddenly, a palm flew from the slant, and with a bang, Sha Wuneng was knocked away.
"Ah? Who dares to sneak attack me?"
Sha Wu Neng staggered to the ground, almost falling. When he stood firm and looked forward, he saw a young man in white clothes, looking at him with disdain, and said angrily: "Hey, Who are you? Why did you attack me?"
"Haha, aren't you a monk? Aren't you a Shaolin monk? Just now you looked compassionate, why are you so rude now? Even Amitabha?"
A touch of sarcasm emerged from the corner of Xue Wuhen's mouth, and he said coldly: "Sha Wuneng, that young master exposed your hypocritical mask, and you became so angry that you wanted to kill someone.
I couldn't bear to see you, a monk, killing people, so I stopped you. What do you think I am attacking you? Isn't this a slap in the face and an injustice to a good person? "
Zhang Feide also screamed: "Damn bald donkey, didn't you just put on a sanctimonious look, why did you become so vicious in the blink of an eye? Once your treacherous plot is exposed, you won't talk about Amitabha anymore? Haha!"
Sha Wuneng glared at Xue Wuhen and Zhang Feide with hatred, gritted his teeth and said: "Stop talking nonsense, I tell you, my patience has its limit!"
As he said that, he actually flew up and kicked him. Xue Wuhen used the Shenlong Tail Swing move and kicked him out with a bang, landing right on the ring.
"Amitabha, you kid has gone too far to bully others. This poor monk is going to kill someone!"
Sha Wuneng had a fierce look in his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush down to fight with Xue Wuhen. Xue Wuhen was worried about hurting innocent people, so he raised his arms and flew up, landed lightly on the ring, and said to the yellow-robed monk:
"Sha Wuneng, since you want to fight, I will fight with you. Let's see what you, a Shaolin Temple monk, are capable of!"
"Okay, the poor monk will let you see the unique skills of Shaolin Temple. Take the move!"
Sha Wu Neng shouted loudly and suddenly used Shaolin Temple's Vajra Arhat Fist, punching and kicking him, and violently attacked Xue Wuhen.
The martial arts of Shaolin Temple are famous for their fierceness, and Vajra Arhat Fist is one of the representatives. This fist is strong and brave, with wide open and close movements. It is purely offensive and has an indomitable and invincible momentum. Ordinary warriors cannot resist Vajra at all. The impact of Arhat Fist.
At this time, Sha Wu's ability came into play. With the use of moves such as Vajra subduing demons, Vajra worshiping Buddha, Arhat carrying firewood, and Arhat mountain climbing, his fists were like rain and his palms were like knives. The arena was full of Sha Wu's ability. Interlaced figures.
At this time, Sha Wuneng was like a wild bull running wildly, charging forward and developing vertically and horizontally, and his powerful and fierce fisting style shocked the entire audience!
Seeing that Sha Wu could be so fierce and unstoppable, Jiang Yueqin couldn't help but have a look of worry on her pretty pink face, as if she was worried about Xue Wuhen.
However, facing Sha Wuneng, who was as brave as an ox, Xue Wuhen was unusually calm and calm. He could be seen coming and going erratically, using softness to overcome strength, and using the light and elegant Huashan Palm Technique to resolve the opponent's attacks one by one.
After fighting for more than ten rounds, Sha Wu was able to identify Xue Wuhen's martial arts skills and shouted: "Huh? Huashan Sect's palm technique? Are you a disciple of Huashan Sect?"
Xue Wuhen said: "Finally, you have some knowledge and finally figured out my martial arts skills!"
Sha Wuneng gritted his teeth and said: "What about the disciples of the Huashan sect? My Shaolin martial arts is the best in the world, how can the Huashan martial arts compete with me?"
Xue Wuhen smiled faintly and said: "It's useless to talk more, it's better to see the real chapter under your hands!"
After listening to their conversation, people started talking and said, "Oh, it turns out that this young man in white is a disciple of the Huashan Sect. No wonder his martial arts are so good!"
"Huashan disciples fight against Shaolin disciples, Huashan Kungfu fights against Shaolin Kungfu, it's something to watch now!"
"Do you think the monks from Shaolin Temple will win, or the disciples from Huashan Temple will win the final victory?"
"I still hope that Huashan disciples will win. Sha Wu can be so insidious. A monk who doesn't chant sutras and worship Buddha properly actually goes on stage to fight and wants to marry a wife. Thinking about such a person makes me feel sick!"...
In fact, Jiang Zhensheng was full of praise for Xue Wuhen's character and martial arts, and Jiang Yueqin also had a look of admiration and intoxication on her face. She seemed to be hoping for something.
"Prajna Divine Palm!"
Sha Wu could see that the Vajra Arhat Fist could not suppress Xue Wuhen. He suddenly shouted loudly, the wind of his fist changed, and he suddenly used Shaolin's unique Prajna Palm!
In an instant, the shadow of the palm was like a mountain, the wind was howling, and the huge arena was shaky, as if it was about to collapse at any time!
"Ha, Prajna Palm, right? Look at my ice and snow divine palm!"
Xue Wuhen circulated his spiritual power, activated the energy of ice and snow, fired his palms in succession, and struck out with one palm.
In an instant, snowflakes fluttered all over the sky, covering the arena with a radius of hundreds of feet.
What's even more strange is that in the flying snow, one by one, ice and snow palm prints roar out, shooting towards Sha Wuneng like hailstones.
"so beautiful!"
A sound of admiration sounded, like the murmur of a goddess, Jiang Yueqin looked intoxicated, looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky quietly, looking at the young man in white dancing gracefully in the snowflakes, looking at that outstanding figure, and couldn't help but think about it...
Suddenly, an angry roar came, pulling the ever-changing fairy back to reality from her beautiful fantasy.
Jiang Yueqin took a closer look and found out that Sha Wu could have his forehead broken by the snow and ice palm print issued by Xue Wuhen, which made him roar loudly with anger!
Seeing this scene, the gentle and pleasant Jiang Yueqin was filled with joy and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Miao Miaomiao, good fight, break his head!"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River couldn't help but blush with embarrassment and said softly: "Oh, how could I say such vulgar words?"
After hearing this, Bi He smiled sweetly and said: "Miss, you are showing your true feelings, that's why you don't hesitate to speak. Once in a while, it doesn't get in the way, hehehe!"
Jiang Yueqin stuck out her tongue, smiled playfully, and chuckled: "Bihe, you still understand my heart, haha."
Sha Wu Neng touched his swollen forehead, his face looked a little ferocious, and he shouted suddenly: "Hey, what are you doing? Isn't this the martial arts of the Huashan Sect?"
Xue Wuhen slapped away with his palm, and a palm print of ice and snow as big as a millstone roared out, knocking Sha Wuneng to the ground with a bang, and then he said with a smile: "I don't care about Huashan, I can knock you down." The martial arts is good at killing pigs, right? Hahaha!"
"Kill you, what a stinky martial art!"
Sha Wuneng cursed angrily, quickly took off the string of Buddhist beads from his chest, shook his hand suddenly, and shouted: "Shoot!"
"Swish...!"
In an instant, the strong wind roared, and the string of Buddhist beads suddenly spread out, with the force of a goddess scattering flowers, like bullets, whizzing towards the vital parts of Xue Wuhen's body!
"Oh, the monk went crazy. He even threw the beads and used them as hidden weapons to kill people!"
