The dispute between the Ye family brothers caused a lot of excitement. Ji Cheng walked onto the stage again and shouted: "Okay, now Kaiyangmen Ye Ming wins. Other contestants who want to challenge, please come on stage."
"Amitabha!"
Suddenly, I heard a clear call to the Buddha, and I saw a little monk in blood-clothed clothes, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish face, bright eyes, and clasped his hands, walking up to the stage step by step.
"Wow, is this little monk fifteen years old? It's too bold for such a young boy to go on stage to challenge a master like Ye Ming. However, looking at the clothes, he looks like someone from the Buddha's Jade Gate. This Buddha's surprise There are no useless disciples in the Yuluo Sect, maybe the young monk has another prodigy." Everyone speculated for a while.
The young monk walked up to the stage and said, "Incompetent young monk, I have seen the donor."
Everyone laughed again, what kind of unlucky name is this, incompetent? This is too weird.
"Haha, little monk, your master must have given you this name because he drank too much and became drunk. It's too casual for being incompetent. You are only thirteen or fourteen years old. If you get a knife from me, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. . Better go down." Ye Ming waved his hand and persuaded him to retreat.
"Hey. I have heard from my senior brothers that the world is in chaos. People are striving for fame and wealth, and are greedy for pleasure. They have long forgotten about ethics, benevolence, righteousness and morality. Now that I have gone down the mountain to experience it, it is indeed the case. As my elder brother, you are much older, but you don't He knows how to care for his disciples, but he also speaks vulgarly. The young monk can't stand it, so he's here to give you a good beating, and at least knock out a few of your teeth to clear away your sins." The incompetent young monk smiled, as if he was telling a story Very casual jokes.
"Haha, this young monk is so bold and speaks too wildly. Although Ye Ming is not a good person, he is a descendant of Kaiyang Clan. In terms of age, this young man has only a few years to learn martial arts. How can he win? Where are they?"
Ye Ming's eyes were so angry that he squinted and said coldly: "How many of my teeth do you want to knock out? You dare to say that. I saw that you were young and didn't plan to fight with you. But since you don't know the heights of the world, then I will teach you a lesson. , let you know what is good and what is good, so that you can avoid wandering around the world in the future, uttering arrogant words and causing the trouble of killing."
"Amitabha. I didn't expect the donor to have a good heart. In that case, I will let you suffer less and defeat you with one move." The incompetent little monk continued to salute.
"Pfft! Why is this little monk like Luofan? He talks so wildly that it can make people vomit blood. I'm laughing so hard." Zhao Xue was so happy that he leaned back and forth.
"Okay! Everyone can say crazy things, let's see your true ability over there! Open the sun knife, the falling sun falls into the mountains and rivers!" Ye Ming was furious in his heart, without reservation, the big knife in his hand scattered golden light, as if it was holding a golden light. , wanting to defeat the incompetent little monk with one blow.
The young monk put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, the Tathagata casts down the devil's palm, and the first move is to wash away the dust with thousands of flowers!"
After saying this, the young monk's eyes, as clear as water, suddenly turned into blood. In an instant, terrifying energy erupted all over his body, and his bloody robe opened directly. The huge strength instantly filled all directions, and even those who were more than ten feet away from the high platform were pushed back by the wind.
"So strong!" Everyone was shocked and shocked. This little monk's skill was so powerful that they couldn't believe it.
When he struck out with a palm, he saw that the blood-red palm suddenly enlarged and split into hundreds, and the attack in front of him turned into a siege from eight directions! Even though Ye Ming was well prepared and swung his sword to the extreme, he was still unable to fully defend against attacks from all sides, especially the attacks from the top of his head and the soles of his feet, which were impossible to block!
"Ah! Ah!" With one missed move, Ye Ming's head, feet, back, and whole body were hit by more than a dozen palms at the same time. Immediately, more than a dozen teeth flew out of his mouth. His bones were broken and his tendons were broken. He was as limp as a loach, and he lay down directly. Fall to the ground.
"Ming'er!" Upon seeing this, Ye Zilong's family members all flew to the stage in grief.
"Doctor, doctor, come and save my son." A group of people hurriedly called Qian Ling'er.
"I'm here, I'm here, don't worry, I can't die, I can't die." Qian Ling'er happily ran over with a medicine bag on his back. Then start setting bones and rehabilitating tendons. After quickly resuscitating Ye Ming, Qian Ling'er said with a smile: "It's okay, he can't die. The young monk's method was vicious, but it didn't hurt his internal organs, but only broke many of his bones and tendons. I'll tidy him up." Fan, just go back and keep it. However, if you knock out such a tooth, you have to find another doctor to repair it. I don’t have the materials here. If you don’t repair it as soon as possible, I’m afraid your cheek will be deflated in the future and your face will be disfigured.”
"Thank you, doctor. Is there any good medicine that can make my son recover faster?" Ye Ming's mother, Ding Jiahui, hurriedly took out another wad of banknotes and handed them to Qian Ling'er and asked eagerly.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Your family takes care of my business so much that even if I don't have it, I have to find a way to have it. You see, this is the Five Yuan Liquid and Six Spiritual Pills that I prepared myself. Even an eighty-year-old woman can take my medicine. Teeth can grow, and even bald people can grow hair. If your son has a minor problem, after eating it and keeping it for ten days, he will be alive and kicking again!" Qian Ling'er took the money and happily took out two bottles of medicine and handed them to Ding Jiahui.
Seeing Qian Ling'er walking back to the stands, Luo Fan turned sideways and said with a smile: "Are you so short of money? I think you are selling fake medicine. Does your medicine work?"
"You are so innocent! Why did you also buy two bottles? Our old friendship will sell it to you cheaper, one thousand taels a bottle, and I will give you one bottle as a gift." Qian Ling'er said with a smile.
"Forget it, you'd better keep your medicine and sell it to the Ye family. His family is stupid and rich." Luo Fan said with a smile.
The Ye family carried Ye Ming down for training. Ding Jiahui gritted her teeth, pointed at the incompetent young monk on the stage, and asked: "The rules of the competition are not to hurt others intentionally. This little monk deliberately injured my son, don't you have anyone to care about it? Look? It seems that what the Tiandu Dynasty just said was nonsense."
"Hey! Madam, you can't talk nonsense. In front of everyone, the young monk only used one move, and it seemed that he didn't use all his strength, and your young master couldn't bear it. This can't be considered as intentional injury. At most, the attack is a bit harsh. If the leaders of the Black and White Alliance think there is a problem, you can raise it and we will discuss it in detail. If everyone thinks there is no problem, it can only mean that your skills are not as good as others." Luo Luo. Fan chuckled.
"Bah! You just want to see my son get hurt on purpose. Kaiyangmen, I am not someone to be trifled with. We won't give up until you give us an explanation." Ding Jiahui became angry and pointed at Luofan.
"Hey, madam, it's serious. It's not surprising that there are some injuries in the ring competition. As Qian Ling'er said just now, it's nothing serious. Just go back and recuperate. Go quickly, go." Luofan looked kind and cheerful. He waved his hands and smiled.
"Madam! Let's go. We have no reason to argue on the stage." Ye Zilong pulled Ding Jiahui away and frowned. Although he was angry, he could not afford to offend either the Buddha Yuluo Sect or the Tiandu Dynasty.
"Oh, incompetent little monk, your name is really wrong. You are obviously very capable, but you have to call it incompetent. As the saying goes, virtue is not outstanding, and merit is not relied on. This incompetence just shows how brilliant your master is. Next Continue the game, but don’t be so harsh again." Luo Fan looked at the incompetent little monk and said with a smile.
"Amitabha, the young monk only fights those who are rude. Thank you, Lord Jing Lei, for your advice." The incompetent young monk said with a smile.
"What a trick to wash away the dust, let me teach you a lesson!" A sneer from the crowd saw a young monk of eighteen or nineteen who was the second largest gang in the underworld, wearing a gray monk's robe and stepping on the void. The immortal walked up to the high platform.
"The monks from Xiling Tiantuo Temple, oh my, this Tiantuo Temple is the largest martial arts sect in the world. Unexpectedly, they will also play today, now it is interesting." Everyone immediately became excited.
"The young monk is an incompetent monk. I saw the incompetent monk showing off his talents, so I came here to ask for advice." When the monk came to the stage, his face was also full of arrogance, and he said with provocative words and clasped his hands.
"Unruly monk? An incompetent monk, and an unruly monk. What kind of names do they have? He is worthy of being a disciple of two major underworld gangs, and this monk is also the most arrogant." Everyone was stunned.
"Haha, monk Wu Dao, since there is no Tao, then Monk Wu Wu will draw a Tao for you! Take my move first, Buddha Dharma is immeasurable, Tathagata illuminates the palm of the world!" Suddenly, the whole body of the Wu Wu Monk bloomed with majestic energy, even worse It was ten times more powerful than before, with blood-stained eyes and blood-stained body, palms filled with red death pills, and a phantom several feet tall appearing on his body, as if a demon god had come to the world and struck a powerful blow at the unprincipled monk from a high position.
The Wudao monk did not dodge, and opened his mouth to shout: "Buddhism is boundless, Vajra is indestructible, and supernatural powers are at ease!" Instantly, the body bloomed with Vajra light, a golden lotus mark appeared on his forehead, and the whole body seemed to be golden.
"The Tathagata illuminates the world, and the Vajra is indestructible! A secret skill that has never been passed down from Tiantuo Temple. Two young monks who are no more than 20 years old have actually mastered it!"
With a bang, the palm fell, and the Leita board cracked with electric lines inch by inch, but the Wudao monk stood firmly, and the floor under his feet was in pieces.
"Armor-Breaking Vajra Penetrating Mysterious Finger!" Seeing that the opponent's Vajra Body was not broken by the extremely powerful move, the incompetent young monk stood up, his body whirling in mid-air, his index finger condensed like a golden sword, spinning as fast as a storm, his finger energy tore through the space, breaking The sky was as loud as the sky shattering!
"The indestructible Vajra has transformed into a thousand layers!" Seeing that the incompetent little monk's armor-piercing finger power can break the Vajra, the golden body of the incompetent monk turned limp! With a loud explosion, the arena completely collapsed into powder, thick smoke spread out in all directions, and the ground rolled over more than ten feet.
"This is too scary. This is the skill that teenagers should have. This is more powerful than the big brother's crazy lion palm." All the spectators marveled at the strength of the two, and He Mingming and others opened their mouths in surprise.
"It's amazing. Tiantuo Temple is nothing short of a martial arts sect. These two monks are martial arts wizards who are rare to see in a century. Their future prospects are limitless."
When the smoke and dust dispersed, they saw a little red blood staining the monk's robe on the chest of the incompetent monk, with plum blossoms staining it.
"The Dharma is immeasurable, the Qiankun Mingguang Fist! Shock!" Suddenly, the golden light spread all over the Wu Dao monk's body again, and his fist was like a golden fantasy in a water tank. The divine fist was unstoppable and hit the incompetent little monk.
The incompetent little monk retracted his fingers, took a step back, and slammed his palms together, "Amitabha, the eight Buddhas are in the sky!" In an instant, the illusion of eight golden Buddhas appeared around him, covering the surroundings, and blocked the incompetent monk's divine fist with a bang. Then, he raised his palm and the wind and clouds changed, thunder rolled from the sky, the wind rustled ten miles out of his palm, and the grass and trees swayed!
"Ah! Get out of the way!" The audience in the audience backed away.
But seeing those two monks, one with the Invincible Divine Fist of the Universe and the other with the mighty palms of the Eight Buddhas, overlapping hundreds of moves, their energy collapsed in an instant, causing all the seats of the audience in all directions to be broken into pieces, and the sand and stones rolled away, and the numbers rushed , like a thunderstorm sweeping across.
"My mother, can a human do this? These two are too terrifying."
Everyone stepped back dozens of steps, horrified from afar.
Suddenly, the storm stopped, and everyone looked away from the thick smoke, only to see the incompetent little monk vomiting blood, blood dripping from the gaps in his fingers into the dust, the incompetent monk's face turned red, and his fists were also stained red. The entire solid wood arena has completely disappeared.
