Chapter 457 Monk Jueming and Wu Xiong

He Ping was driving a Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle, saw the car overtaking, and drove fast all the way. It took only ten minutes to arrive. When Wang Zhu rushed into the gymnasium in a hurry, it was not Wang Hanchao standing on the ring, but Wu Xiong.

Wang Zhu hurriedly ran to Big Hammer Tiger to inquire. It turned out that he said the wrong name indiscriminately. When he changed his words again, Wang Zhu had already hung up the phone.

In the afternoon, Wang Zhu didn't have a game either, but Wang Hanchao.

However, Wang Zhu is not regretful, because he is about to face Wu Xiong, and it is good to be able to watch Wu Xiong fight.

Wu Xiong's opponent is a great monk.

The great monk wears a yellow cassock and a huge Buddhist beads around his neck. He has a fat head and big ears, five big and three thick, a pair of eyes like copper bells, and a curly beard all over his face. He looks a bit like the Patriarch Bodhidharma, very masterly... …

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Wang Zhu did not watch the Great Monk's game, but he was deeply impressed by this Great Monk, because yesterday he saw Ouyang Qingqing's statistics showed that this Great Monk from Shaolin Temple is definitely a master of masters, Ouyang Qingqing gave a very high evaluation, even higher than Wu Xiong.

In addition to Ouyang Qingqing's evaluation, Wang Zhu's impression of this great monk is that he arrived after the opening of the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference, and he and Wang Hanchao made up the quota together.

Wang Hanchao made up the place because he provided a large amount of funds, and this great monk made up the place because of the status of Shaolin Temple itself in the world.

For the C city government, the higher the social status and level of the contestants, the greater the influence of the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference. Naturally, some masters will not be rejected, let alone such a famous sect as the Shaolin Temple.

It has to be said that because of the way the C city government handled it, the influence of the Taiyangshan Martial Arts Conference has far exceeded expectations, and even many sects regretted the initial perfunctory, regretting that they did not send their masters to participate...

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Wu Xiong looked at the great monk in front of him with a gloomy face, he did not expect to smoke this great monk.

Wu Xiong is the organizer of this competition, so he has certain privileges. For example, it was his idea to temporarily divide the contestants into two groups.

Like Wang Chu, Wu Xiong didn't want to face that pervert Wang Hanchao.

In order to avoid fighting Wang Hanchao in the arena as much as possible,

Wu Xiong purposely divided himself and Wang Hanchao into two groups, so that Wang Chu and Wang Hanchao were in the same group, but he left out the great monk.

No one knows this great monk better than Wu Xiong, because he himself is a martial artist.

In fact, this great monk is a wandering monk. It is said that he is inextricably linked with the Shaolin Temple. However, he does not follow the monks in the Shaolin Temple. Instead, he calls himself "Jueming". Many people speculate that Jueming monk The reason for not using the name of Shaolin Temple may be to avoid troubles for Shaolin Temple.

Jueming is well-known in Jianghu, he is a flower monk, and he does not taboo big fish and meat, so he has a fat head and big ears, and his face is shiny, like a mountain of meat.

Of course, Jueming is not famous because he can eat meat and drink, but mainly because he likes to play games.

Jueming only goes back to Shaolin Temple for ten and a half months a year, and spends most of his time wandering the rivers and lakes. When he meets someone who opens a martial arts gym, he goes to the gym in the name of sparring. Over the years, at the beginning, he still heard He has won and won, but in the past three to five years, he has never heard of a defeat.

It seems that there will be some martial idiots in any sect, and the life of Wu Chi is also varied. Some of them close their doors, practice madly at home, and live a life almost ascetic. For example, Hong Qi, a psychopath, is like this. There is another kind of martial idiot like Jue Ming, he does not do it for fame or gain, he just kicks the gym for the sake of kicking the gym to improve his strength.

Some martial arts figures who make a living by opening martial arts gyms feel the most troublesome about people like Jue Ming, because he is a monk, so his status is difficult to deal with, and, with his big head bare, he attracts attention. Everywhere he goes, It's bound to cause a stir.

However, Jueming is purely for the purpose of competing in martial arts, and not a traditional way of showing off. Therefore, people who often compete with him can improve their kung fu by leaps and bounds, which makes him full of controversy and makes people hate him. Love again...

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This time, Jueming originally returned to the Shaolin Temple to celebrate the New Year, but when he heard that someone from our school was participating in the Taiyang Mountain Martial Arts Conference at the Shaolin Temple, he immediately slipped out, went down the mountain in the middle of the night, and went straight to City C. quota.

Jueming's huge body stood on the ring, like a majestic mountain.

What is different from being relaxed in the past is that Jueming's expression today is very serious. The martial arts masters who have fought against him thought he had changed his habits. In addition to the bad habit of drinking in the restaurant, he usually drinks in big bowls and eats meat in large pieces. As long as he doesn't kick the restaurant, he is still very popular as a happy monk.

The happy monk was unhappy today, because he felt an evil spirit in the young man in front of him, evil spirit that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Although monks eat meat and drink alcohol, they are still practicing monks. It is also the responsibility of monks to kill demons. Otherwise, the world would not worship Buddha.

Jueming's eyes, the size of copper bells, stared at Wu Xiong, and there was a sharp light in his eyes, like sharp blades, as if they wanted to pierce Wu Xiong's internal organs.

"Benefactor, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless and the shore is right!" Jue Ming suddenly clasped his hands together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name to Wu Xiong.

"Master, don't say too much, let's do it!" Wu Xiong was shocked, he knew that Jueming had already noticed something.

"It's broad daylight, the universe is clear, but the benefactor is full of hostility, and the hall is black, why don't we find a place to have a drink and dissolve it for the benefactor?" Jueming's voice was like Hong Zhong.

"Master, let's do it!" Wu Xiong stared at Monk Jueming coldly.

"Benefactor, are you not afraid of losing your life?" Jueming put down his clasped hands, and gently stroked the huge ebony Buddhist beads on his chest.

"Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell!" Wu Xiong opened his hands slightly, and the clothes on his body moved automatically without wind.

"If you want to go to hell, you are also a monk, not you."

"Master, I have made up my mind. If Master wants to drink and get off the ring, I, Wu, will accompany you to drink enough. You will rest when you are drunk, and you will not return if you are not drunk!" Wu Xiong's meaning is very clear. In the arena, he is willing to be friends with Jueming and invite Jueming to drink.

"Compared with drinking and eating meat, monks care more about the donor's body." Although Jueming is a wine and meat monk, his mind is as hard as steel, unwavering at all, and his eyes are more condensed.

The cassock on Jueming's body was also dancing up and down, as if a strong wind was blowing.

Above the arena, the murderous aura boiled and rolled in the air, as if an invisible hurricane was sweeping through the air, or as if an invisible stormy sea.

People didn't know what the two of them meant, and even many people were deaf because they were overwhelmed by the aura of the two, and couldn't hear what the two said.

Only real masters know that when the two of them are talking, they have already started to fight.

In the battle between masters, every word and deed, every gesture, is the front line of life and death.

Now, Wu Xiong and Jue Ming are facing each other in the ring, it can be said that it is a close call, and if they are not careful, they will face the opponent's crazy attack.

"Almsgiver, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore! Amitabha!"

All those who knew the details of Jueming found that today's Jueming looks like a real monk, no matter in his actions, expressions or conversation, he looks like a well-educated monk.

Soon, some real masters knew the reason, because the already icy air became more and more piercing, as if a blast of cold air swept across the entire gymnasium.

Only then did the masters realize that Monk Jueming, who was always joking, became serious, because Wu Xiong exuded that air-conditioning.

At the same time, people also felt a sense of arrogance.

There is no doubt that the awe-inspiring aura emanates from Jueming.

The two breaths collided, entangled, killed, and stirred in the air, as if two invisible dragons were fighting in the air without fear of death.

Wang Zhu squeezed to the bottom of the ring. He was already sitting with his fists clenched and stood up. The blood in his body was rushing wildly, and his fighting spirit was burning like a raging flame.

Inexplicably, Wang Zhu wished he was Monk Jueming, because his intuition told him that the murderous aura he developed in a different space was enough to destroy Wu Xiong's evil aura.

"war!"

Wu Xiong and Monk Jueming seemed to have made an appointment, they shouted loudly, and the two rushed forward at the same time, their palms facing each other.

"Peng!"

There was a muffled sound like a torpedo, and a gust of wind blew up on the flat ground of the arena, and the people around the arena were blown on their faces by the gust of wind, as if they were being cut by knives...

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Suddenly, people felt something was wrong, because after Wu Xiong and Monk Jueming clapped their palms together, they did not separate. The two stood on the ring like sculptures, motionless.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Wu Xiong's mouth.

And the monk Jueming stared at Wu Xiong with a look of shock and anger, his eyes were bloodshot, as if a ball of flame was burning in his eyes.

Monk Jueming felt that a trace of cold pierced his palm, and a wave of evil invaded his body along his blood, destroying him all the way, like a broken bamboo...

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Time seemed to stop.

The space seemed to freeze.

There was neither the fierce battle nor the bloody scene that people imagined. The two just clapped hands together and stood still on the ring.

Monk Jueming opened his mouth, he wanted to speak, but he felt like his lips weighed a thousand pounds, and the evil energy invaded his internal organs along the blood.

"Monk, if you don't know how to play, you can't blame me for being ruthless!" Wu Xiong sneered.

"... Shi... The benefactor..." A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Jueming's mouth, which was shocking.

"Monk, let go!" Wang Zhu, who was below the ring, knew something was wrong, and suddenly shouted.

Wang Zhu's shout was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, like thousands of troops galloping and killing in the sky, the ferocious aura swept away Wu Xiong's gloomy aura.

"call!"

Monk Jueming was startled by Wang Zhu's violent yelling, the cassock on his body opened abruptly, and a mighty aura burst out, like thousands of sharp arrows, piercing the invisible yin energy. At the same time, he felt Monk Ming's obese body retreated suddenly, and his palms that were glued to each other separated.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Monk Jueming stepped back again and again, kicked his feet on the ring, and made an earth-shattering noise, like the beating of a war drum.

Monk Jueming finally stood on his feet, holding the huge ebony beads on his chest, muttering words, and immediately, his originally blackened face returned to rosy.

"Amitabha, a good way to give alms!"

Monk Jueming proclaimed the Buddha's name, and walked towards Wu Xiong step by step, with firm and powerful steps. r1058 ()