Ning Wanjun tested Huo Yuanzhen not getting the expected effect, and felt more and more guilty. When Tie Niu came to the near future, Ning Wanjun said, "Tie Niu, go back, I just want to tell you that it is best to be a monk in Shaolin in the future. Follow your abbot, which is much better than following me, a girl."

Tie Niu nodded: "Miss, I also like to stay in Shaolin Temple."

"Go, you will be you in the future, and it has nothing to do with us and your original life."

Tieniu nodded and agreed.

"After you go back, I tell you the abbot, and I say that I have something hard to understand. After you win the ring today, I will go to Shaolin Temple to ask the abbot to solve the problem."

Tie Niu nodded again and asked, "Miss, know we can win?"

Ning Wanjun sighed quietly, "It depends on your abbot's meaning. If he wants to win, he can win."

Tie Niu bowed to Ning Wanjun again, then turned around and walked back.

Ning Wanjun suddenly stopped him again: "By the way, is Dahuang still on the mountain now?"

"Yes, Dahuang has been in the back mountain. Our lay disciples often go to the back mountain to practice martial arts, and I often see it, but now I can't eat meat myself and can't feed it."

"It's hard to be this thing. Don't follow your monk and learn to eat vegetarian food. I really have to go and see it when I have the chance."

Tieniu didn't know why the lady suddenly remembered that the tiger was coming, so she nodded again and left the carriage.

When he returned to the pergola, Huo Yuanzhen saw Tie Niu's face in joy and asked, "Tie Niu, are you very happy?"

"Yes, abbot, the lady asked me to stay in Shaolin forever in the future and didn't have to go back. She also said that I could be a monk."

"You ladies are very enlightened."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled, as he expected, it was indeed not bad.

"By the way, the abbot, the lady said that she seemed to have something to figure out. She wanted to ask you in person, saying that after we win the competition, she will go to Shaolin to find you."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded, and he also wanted to know what Ning Wanjun sold in the gourd.

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The battle on the ring has reached a heightened heat. Huo Yuanzhen did not expect that Yijing's martial arts had reached this level and could compete with Chen Ding.

It is obvious that Yijing's power has increased greatly. It seems that practicing the Dragon Elephant Wave Ruo has achieved a certain effect. Moreover, Yijing's Fuhu Fufu has clearly reached the level of integration and integration. He has the style of a master in every move, and his fists are impeccable. He can even easily face Chen Ding's iron fan with his bare hands.

Although you can use internal strength in the middle of the acquired day, Chen Ding obviously hasn't mastered the skill of folding fan and hitting acupoints. He gradually got at a disadvantage when fighting Yijing's Fuhu Fist.

If Chen Ding fails to hit the other person's acupoints, he will not be able to exert his advantage. The more he hits, the more anxious he becomes. Finally, he grits his teeth and suddenly jumps out of the circle. He waves the folding fan in his hand, and thirty-six fan rods flew out and goes straight to Yijing.

This is Chen Ding's secret. The folding fan can actually be used as a hidden weapon. I don't usually use this trick. Today, I was so anxious that I had to use it.

Facing the flying folding fan rod, Yijing was not panicked, and his body moved to avoid most of the folding fan attacks.

But three other shots were shot on one of them, one on the waist, one on the legs, and the last shot on the forehead.

The two on the waist and legs were fine, not a big deal, but one on the head was caught. Yi Jing suddenly reached out and held the folding fan rod on the head, as if he was about to pull it out. Moreover, blood was already seen between the fingers, and his eyes were a little distracted.

"Haha, little monk, you are very good. You can force me to this level with external martial arts. But unfortunately, you Shaolin is destined to be finished today, so you can take a step first!"

After saying that, Chen Ding stepped forward with one palm, and was about to kill Yijing in his palm.

The Qianfeng Sword in the awning behind him suddenly realized something was wrong and shouted to Chen Ding: "Puppy, be careful, that monk is cheating!"

But it was too late when he said it. Yijing's eyes flashed, and his hand covering his forehead suddenly took it down, punching the unprepared Chen Ding's chest!

With a "bang!", Chen Ding spitted blood and flew backwards, rolling to the edge of the ring before stopping.

"You...why are you!?".

Chen Ding pointed at Yijing and couldn't speak.

Yijing stepped forward and pulled down the folding fan rod on his forehead. He saw that there was only a small wound not deep on his forehead, which was not serious at all.

"Chen Ding, you should know that Tietou Gong is our abbot's unique martial arts. When we fight with us Shaolin people, we are not careful of this. If you are overly superstitious about your folding fan, you should have nothing to say if you lose."

After saying that, Yijing pulled down the other two folding poles on his body, then kicked Chen Ding directly off the ring.

Chen Ding's master flew forward and caught Chen Ding who fell from the ring, so as not to be thrown to death on the spot.

"Hurrah!".

A shocking cheer erupted from the Shaolin lay disciples. Master Yijing was so powerful that he actually defeated the master in the middle stage of the acquired day.

Yijing endured the pain and returned to Shaolin side and was received like a hero.

This battle was a weather vane. Not only did Shaolin pull the score back to 2-2, but he also killed and injured the opponent's main personnel Chen Ding. Now on the side of the Fawang Temple, there are only Benlei Sword Zhuang Qin and Lightning Sword Shang Ming. On his side, he also has the abbot, Yichen and Huiwu, and Puyin's kung fu, and they all have good kung fu. No matter how you look at it, they will win this arena steadily.

Sure enough, after Fawang Temple lost this game, Shang Ming of the Lightning Sword could no longer hold back and flew on his body to challenge Shaolin.

"Hmph, I'm so angry that I'm so embarrassed, but it's a pity that you no longer have a chance."

Huo Yuanzhen muttered a few words in a low voice, then turned around and said, "Hui Wu, I'll leave it to you!"

"Thank you, abbot!".

Yueshan became a monk and became Hui Wu, but the reason for fighting in his heart did not change. He had been waiting for a long time. He finally had a strong opponent and wanted to go forward and ask for a fight.

After hearing the abbot's order, Yue Shan was afraid that the abbot would regret it. After agreeing, he pulled out his cold iron rod and rushed to the ring quickly. He rushed to the ring in three steps and two steps. He did not say a word of nonsense to the Lightning Sword Shangming, and beat the wheel stick.

"It's so fierce!".

Huo Yuanzhen was amazed from behind, and the lightning sword Shang Ming rushed up fiercely, afraid that his arrogant arrogance would be defeated by Yue Shan immediately.

Sure enough, the two people on the stage fought together. Shang Ming's lightning sword could not compete with Yue Shan's cold iron stick. He was restrained everywhere and was at a disadvantage. It was only a matter of time before he failed.

Seeing this, Huo Yuan's heart finally stabilized. Once Yue Shan wins, his side will win three games. Puyin will be allowed to play in the next game. Unless Zhuang Qin comes in person, he will be able to win steadily, the rest of the people may not be sure.

If Puyin wins, both of them will have him and Guan Shanyue, and it will not be a problem to win another game.

If Puyin loses, then it will be three to three, and the other party will also send someone first. As long as it is not Zhuang Qin, he or Guan Shanyue can win.

If Zhuang Qin appears, then Guan Shanyue should be able to defeat him, and then he can win another game.

Dengfeng's roster, after twists and turns, he first brought Yueshan to Shaolin and weakened the opponent's strength. The four small famous swords suddenly appeared again, disrupting his deployment. Fortunately, he adjusted his strategy in time, and Yijing gave himself another surprise, and everything developed in a direction that was beneficial to Shaolin.

The battle on the stage did not last long. The two of them had almost the same skills, but Shang Ming did not have the murderous aura of Yueshan's indomitable murderous aura. Finally, after struggling to hold on to half a stick of incense, he was swept away by a long sword. In desperation, he simply jumped off the ring and admitted defeat.

At this point, in the Dengfeng Race, Shaolin Temple has won three games, and the victory is in sight.

The Fawang Temple is currently on the verge of collapse. Although Zhuang Qin is still not on the stage, no one thinks that Zhuang Qin can defeat Huo Yuanzhen.

After all, the shock that this abbot just now gave them was too great.

Someone even slipped away quietly and decided not to drift this muddy water anymore. Didn’t you see that Chen Ding and Li Xuan have left half of your breath? Who are you here to help boxers?

Zhuang Qin had a heart to go on the stage, but when she saw the current situation, she couldn't change anything regardless of winning or losing. She sighed: "Forget it, Chen Ding and the others have also taken it upon themselves. It's a lesson to destroy some money. Second brother, are you leaving with us?"

The second brother is He Yuan, the Kuangfeng Sword, who won the game but was the most depressed one. After thinking about it, he thought: "Forget it, when Chen Ding's injury heals, let him go to apologize to me by himself. Let's go."

Between the words, I was obviously extremely disappointed with this apprentice.

The four famous swords in Jiangnan came to Dengfeng with confidence, but now they returned in disgrace, which was a great loss of face.

As soon as the four little famous swords left, the backbone of the Fawang Temple lost its backbone, and the money fell and scattered. In the blink of an eye, the people who invited the boxing from outside left all left.

Only the servants of the Chen Ding family and the two little monks from Fawang Temple are still here. Look at me and I see you at a loss.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at all this with satisfaction from the other side. It would be best if the person who lost the responsibility could make everything smoothly transition.

The people from Dengfeng County Government over there called Fawang Temple several times, but no one came out to answer. He knew that it was impossible to do anything, so he simply announced that Shaolin Temple won the competition on the arena.

The people cheered and the victory of Shaolin was what the people wanted and what everyone wanted.

Many people spontaneously shouted the name of Abbot Yijie, just like chasing stars.

Huo Yuanzhen and his fellow villagers smiled and gestured one by one, and their eyes wandered around. Suddenly, they saw that among the crowd, several Taoist priests were staring at him with cold eyes.
Chapter completed!