As soon as the monk in black said this, he completely angered everyone in the world.
Those clowns jumped around on the ring a few times to warm up the scene, which was nothing.
The black-clothed monk had some objections and stood up to scold him, but they were all happy to watch.
But... Bai Feishuang is different!
That is a woman that many people regard as a forbidden woman.
If the monk in black opens this mouth, stop thinking about kindness.
A figure flew onto the stage, holding a pair of pumpkin hammers, looking coldly at the black-clothed monk, and a fierce evil aura was already coming towards him.
"Who is coming?" The monk in black looked at the strong black man flying onto the stage and asked.
"The Yanbei Army has abandoned its soldiers, Wang Erti, and I will teach you how to make a good move." The strong black man held a pumpkin hammer in both hands and smiled ferociously at the black-clothed monk.
"Okay! He uses a hammer! He may not be a master, but he is definitely not mediocre! Let Sajia stretch his muscles." The monk in black said loudly.
The strong black man couldn't hold it any longer, and he hit the monk in black with a sledgehammer.
The two hammers are like the wind, but they gather the sound of thunder.
Although he is only an innate warrior, his true energy has the properties of thunder and lightning, which is truly extraordinary.
The black-clothed monk did not dodge, but dwarfed his body and crashed into the arms of the strong black man.
The pair of pumpkin hammers were caught by his hands, and then he suddenly exerted force on his feet.
"Bah!"
With a loud shout, the strong black man was lifted into the air by the black-clothed monk, and then he fell heavily and hit the awning not far away. Suddenly, people fell on their backs and there was a lot of noise.
Four or five of those experts who had shown their prowess in the ring just now were knocked down, and they all lay on the ground and screamed, "Ouch!" They looked like old men who were trying to make porcelain. How could they still be as high-spirited and giving guidance as they were just now? Jiangshan's appearance?
The black-clothed monk laughed loudly: "I have some strength, but it's still small. But it's better than those losers. After being thrown by Sajia, I can still stand firm."
But it was the dark, muscular man who had already turned over in the crowd and stood up.
Before he could finish his move, he was thrown off the ring, and the strong black man had no shame to stay any longer.
He took one last look at Bai Feishuang, let out a long sigh, bowed his hands to the black-clothed monk, then picked up his hammer and went down the mountain.
"The warm-up is not enough, who else will come?" the black-clothed monk shouted loudly.
The audience became slightly quiet.
This time... the monk in black spoke, and someone listened.
The dark and muscular man Wang Erti was no unknown person. He was once on the list of people. His pair of pumpkin hammers were also ranked over 100 on the weapons list. He was considered a good player.
But now, the black-clothed monk couldn't make a single move and fell off the stage.
It is enough to show how extraordinary this black-robed monk is.
"I'll fight you!" A young man looked at Bai Feishuang with excited and eager eyes. Even though he was talking to the monk in black, he did not take his eyes away from Bai Feishuang.
The elders around the young man turned pale.
But there was no way to stop it.
If you say something in front of everyone in the arena, it will be water thrown out.
You have to live up to your word and do what you say.
Otherwise, once you become the butt of laughter, you won’t be able to survive.
The young man came on stage, his eyes still wandering between Bai Feishuang and the monk in black.
The black-clothed monk was furious: "You are so uneasy and you still dare to look around... let's go!"
After saying that, it turned into a gust of black wind. Before the young man could react, he grabbed one of the opponent's legs and threw him out of the ring.
The young man was smashed against the rocks nearby. Not only was his head bloody and his skin torn, but also several bones were broken, and his whole body may have been disabled.
The elders of his family looked gloomy, but they could only go forward to treat him and stabilize his injuries.
In the direction of Dalin Temple, Master Huitong, the head of the Discipline Hall, stood up angrily.
"What an evil monk who has no virtue and no mercy. Allowing a villain like you to show off is also a discredit for our Buddhist sect."
"I'm here to fight you, I want you to know what the precepts are and what the rules are." After saying that, Master Huitong stepped on the air step by step, and a lotus of true energy condensed under his feet, and he was sent to the ring.
The monk in black and the monk in red cassock are opposite each other. One has a full beard and looks like an evil tiger, while the other has long eyebrows and kind eyes, like the Buddha in the temple.
The mediocre people watching the battle already know the winner and loser in their hearts.
"Master! Will Master Huitong win?" The apprentice asked the master on the roof of the hut.
The master picked his teeth with the thatch on the roof and said with a serious expression: "No! He will lose, and soon."
Under the ring, Dugu Ming looked at the monk in black, his eyes full of challenge.
He had recognized the monk's identity.
Because of this, he was full of fighting spirit.
If it were in reality, the identity and realm of him and the monk in black were so different that there was no comparison at all.
But here...in this world, they were brought close enough to fight.
"Senior brother! This Master of Breaking the Three Precepts...is he that one?" A Sword Sect monk next to Dugu Ming asked softly.
Dugu Ming nodded and said: "It is indeed him. He has the same fiery temperament and the same undiscipline. Even if others want to learn, it will be difficult for others to learn its charm, like the way of falling into a demon."
The Sword Sect disciple beside Dugu Ming said: "Then... can Master Break the Three Rings win? Although he is a great monk in reality and is famous all over the world. But this is a different world after all, and Master Breaking the Three Rings... should come This world won’t last long!”
Dugu Ming said: "No! He will definitely win."
"Master once said that some people... keep the precepts in order to break them, and leave the world in order to join the world. The master who broke the three precepts kept the precepts in order to cultivate other people's Buddhas, and broke the precepts in order to cultivate his own Buddha. He is a Buddha, just a mere Buddha. The rules of the world are different. He only needs time to adapt, and does not need to spend time accumulating. Because his state of mind has arrived early... he may even have surpassed the master."
When the words fell, the battle between the two monks had already begun.
Master Huitong used the unique skill of Dalin Temple, "Bodhi Thousand Leaves Hand".
As he waved his palms, the sky was filled with palm shadows.
The combination of virtuality and reality creates bursts of wind.
At the same time, he also cooperated with Tianguang and Yunying. He was not unsophisticated and powerful.
The black-clothed monk only used one hand of the Arhat Fist, which was used to destroy the streets. The one who raised his hand was the Arhat hugging the moon and walked away recklessly.
Crackling...!
Palm prints fell layer upon layer on the black-clothed monk's body, but they were blocked by him with the simplest punch.
He then waved his hand and struck with a hammer, sending the force to the ground and penetrating his body.
Boom!
Master Huitong vomited blood and flew out, falling off the ring.
"How can a real monk and a fake Bodhi defeat the golden Arhat who descended to earth?" Dugu Ming looked at this scene and commented lightly.
The top of the mountain is quieter.
This time... no one dared to question the monk in black.
Ke Xiaoliang sat in front of the window and made two random gestures of the Luohan Fist.
"Not only is he returning to his original nature, but he is really an Arhat descending to earth to practice boxing himself? What kind of method is this? He actually recreates the artistic conception on top of boxing? This monk... is interesting!" Ke Xiaoliang focused his attention on the black monk who broke the three precepts. On the body, prepare to see how many surprises he will bring to you.
