Gradually, the cheers around him died down.
The owner Hu on the side also calmed down.
He raised his head, looked at Capt. Zhao on the stage, and said loudly: "Everyone, Capt. Zhao defeated the champion Lian Hu and became the new champion!"
"However, the purpose of this martial arts competition is to select the one with the highest martial arts skills as the son-in-law of Yuan Qiu. Until the sun goes down, you can continue to challenge Capt. Zhao!"
"If no one challenges, Capt. Zhao can directly obtain the engagement!"
As soon as these words came out, all the strong men below the ring looked at each other.
After discussing for a while, they all shook their heads and turned to leave.
They all saw clearly the fight between Zhao Captou and Lian Hu just now.
Even though Zhao Captou's heart-piercing boxing technique is extremely obscene, it is extremely powerful.
Even though he was a ruthless character like Lian Hu, the tombstone thrower, he was beaten to a pulp and took the initiative to beg for mercy.
Not to mention people like them.
For a while, no one dared to go on stage to challenge Capt. Zhao.
"No one will challenge you?"
Wang Ye sat on the roof and looked at everything in front of him and said, "Isn't this too easy?"
"If I had known this, I would have asked Taoist Master Zhang to learn a few tricks to make him dirty."
"After this round of gestures, maybe I can win!"
At this time, Wang Ye was chewing the flower seeds with a trace of amusement on his face.
"Well, Lao Cai is too humble..."
After hearing Wang Ye's words, Aji on the side said: "With your usual shameless energy, if you add Taoist Zhang's shameless martial arts..."
"This is how you meet your opponent in chess and meet your talented people!"
"If you are willing to work hard and practice your internal skills for a few more years, you will not be able to conquer the world!"
"You fucking..."
Hearing this, Wang Ye's eyes widened.
He raised his hand and pointed at Aji's head with a shudder: "Why am I so shameless?"
"That's called Jianghu experience!"
"Do you think this world is all about fighting and killing? That world is about human relations!"
At this time, Wang Ye preached seriously.
"Okay, you two, stop making trouble!"
At this time, Bai Luhan on the side said: "Someone is on stage!"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Ye and Aji became energetic.
The two turned their heads and looked towards the ring.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Wang Ye and Aji couldn't help but be startled.
I saw a figure slowly walking onto the ring.
This figure was wearing a light yellow monk's robe, and his face was full of wrinkles.
At first glance, he looked about sixty or seventy years old.
The person on stage this time is actually an old monk!
"Good guy...this is getting more and more wild than those who compete on stage..."
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye said: "The crooked melon and cracked jujube in front is nothing more..."
"All these damn old monks are on stage!"
Regarding the old monk on stage, Capt. Zhao on the stage also looked confused.
He raised his eyes and looked at the old monk, frowned and said, "Master, have you come to the wrong place?"
"This is an arena for martial arts competitions. As a monk, what are you doing here?"
"Amitabha!"
Hearing this, the old monk softly called out the Buddha's name and said: "The poor monk has been practicing Zen for a lifetime, and finally realized just now that his mortal heart has not been broken, so he came here to fight and ask for a lovely wife to share his family relationship with!"
As he spoke, the old monk let out a hearty laugh.
"But...you are so old, I have to be careless..."
Capt. Zhao was helpless. When he met an old monk in the martial arts contest to recruit a bride, he found this kind of thing unbelievable.
If the other party was punched by me and fell down, wouldn't he be charged with insulting the old man?
"snort!"
Before Capt. Zhao could finish his words, the old monk snorted coldly and said, "There is no age limit in this arena, so why can't the poor monk come?"
"Besides, don't underestimate this poor monk!"
As he spoke, the old monk stood up and said seriously: "In the past, when Shaolin was still a martial arts forest, the poor monk was the number one monk protecting the temple!"
"Even though I'm a little older, I'm still much better than a young boy like you!"
"The poor monk transforms into the Five Thunder Hands with one hand and lets you know the breadth and depth of Shaolin martial arts!"
Shaolin’s No. 1 Temple Protector Monk?
Hearing these words, Wang Ye on the roof was confused.
Wasn’t it true that all the monks who protected the temple were killed by him?
Even if there are one or two who are lucky enough to survive, they are at most about the same age as me now. How can there be such old temple-protecting monks?
And what the hell is the Huaji Five Thunder Hands?
Does Shaolin Temple have this kind of kung fu?
Where did this old bald donkey jump out from?
While Wang Ye was puzzled, Capt. Zhao on the stage looked towards Master Hu: "Master Hu, can this be fought?"
"There is indeed no age limit in the arena..."
Looking at Capt. Zhao's gaze, Master Hu scratched his head and said, "If it's time to hit, then let's hit..."
"Maybe he really has some unique skills?"
After hearing what Master Hu said, Capt. Zhao took a deep breath.
But I saw him clasping his fists and cupping his hands towards the old monk in front of him, and said: "I'm going to arrest the head of the Jinling Mansion, Zhao Mingchuan, please give me some advice!"
Seeing Capt. Zhao salute, the old monk clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name softly.
He randomly opened an extremely ugly posture and said sternly: "Shaolin's No. 1 Temple Protector Monk Shi Kong!"
"You are still young and have insufficient skills. If I take action, you will have no chance to fight back. If you do this, you may be criticized by others and say that I use my power to bully the small."
"In this case, I let you take the first shot!"
"Today, I will let you know the four inner energies of Ling, Li, Gang, and Fierce in the Five Thunder Hands!"
As he spoke, the old monk put on an extremely ugly posture.
However, just as the old monk opened his stance, Zhao Captou rushed over with all his strength.
But he saw that his strikes were like lightning, and he hit him with a straight punch.
After all, this old monk was old, so Capt. Zhao was still a little reluctant to use the heart-piercing boxing technique on him.
"good!"
At this time, Master Hu on the side exclaimed and explained: "Captain Zhao knew that the opponent was the number one monk protecting the temple in Shaolin. He didn't dare to rely on him, so he took the lead to attack and hit Huanglong straight towards Shikong. The master blasted away..."
"Faced with such a punch, Master Shikong remained unmoved."
"Is it because his skills are too advanced that Zhao Captou's boxing skills cannot penetrate his eyes?"
good!
Following Hall Master Hu's explanation, thunderous applause sounded from around the arena.
When it comes to fighting, having a master on stage makes it more interesting.
Listening to Master Hu's explanation, the old monk smiled slightly and ducked to avoid Capt. Zhao's straight punch.
At this time, he was just about to say something.
However, he saw Zhao Captou make a move, and his feet suddenly swept out.
This move is the basic kicking technique in Gongmen martial arts, turning back the wind and clearing the snow.
At this time, the old monk dodged the head-on punch from Capt. Zhao, and was caught off guard by Capt. Zhao's move of returning wind and sweeping snow.
At the right time, the old monk was kicked down by Capt. Zhao and fell to the ground!
For a moment, there was complete silence around the ring, and you could hear a pin drop!
