The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 56 Instant Kill
Shaolin Temple.

On the stone platform, Jiumozhi, who was hit by the black tiger's heart-throwing move twice in a row, looked unwilling, staring at the fat monk and gnashing his teeth. It was obviously the most ordinary move, but he just couldn't dodge it.

"Whether it's the black tiger's heart or something else, as long as it's my Shaolin martial arts, the national teacher was defeated twice by my Shaolin Arhat fist. What else can the national teacher say?"

Monk Xuansheng came out at this moment, looked at Jiumozhi, and said confidently.

"Three moves determine the outcome, and there is one more move!"

Jiumozhi snorted coldly, and rushed towards the fat monk again, with a hint of sternness flashing in his eyes, he punched the Great Vajra Fist straight at the fat monk's face!

This time, Jiumozhi almost used all his strength!

The fat monk didn't have any fear at all, he seemed to be addicted to it, so he still resorted to the move of black tiger digging out his heart, and faced Jiumozhi's Great Vajra Fist.

At the moment when the two fists were about to intersect, Jiumozhi suddenly withdrew his fist, and his body spun around to the side of the fat monk.

The fat monk had already used all his strength, and planned to punch Jiumozhi head-on, but he didn't expect Jiumozhi to change his move temporarily, and then he felt a stagger under his feet, and couldn't help but fell to the ground, a dog eating shit .

"It seems that he only knows the Arhat Fist, and he also knows how to use the black tiger to pierce his heart. Just now, the little monk was defeated because he was caught off guard. Now the victory and defeat have been divided, and he has accepted it."

Jiumozhi glanced at Xuansheng, said with a smile, he always felt that the fat monk in front of him was an idiot, but why did he lose just now?
"Since the national teacher agreed that three moves will determine the outcome, then if he won the first two moves, shouldn't Shaolin Temple win?"

Xuan Sheng said dissatisfied.

"Master Xuansheng misunderstood. The three moves that the little monk said will determine the outcome, but the third move will determine the outcome. The third move will be Shaolin's defeat."

Jiumozhi said seriously.

"The national teacher has a sharp mouth. According to the national teacher, no matter whether I win or lose in Shaolin today, the national teacher has the final say?"

Xuan Sheng seemed to be a little angry and said.

"If you win against me, Shaolin will still be Shaolin. If you lose, there will be no more Shaolin in Central Plains martial arts!"

Jiumozhi said arrogantly.

"It's nonsense, the fate of Shaolin may not be decided by the national teacher alone!"

Xuan Sheng was really angry this time, although he was a monk to refrain from greed, hatred and ignorance, but Jiumozhi was too arrogant.

"Then please come out and challenge the little monk if you are not convinced. As long as you can win the little monk, naturally no one dares to question Shaolin. Who is not convinced? Please take action!"

Jiumozhi looked at Xuan Sheng and Xuan Ci, with a contemptuous smirk at the corner of his mouth, he said slowly.

"I have never seen such a brazen person!"

At this moment, the voice just now came from the air again, reaching the ears of everyone present.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the fat monk again, but at this time the fat monk seemed to have woken up from a dream, squatting on the ground with blood all over his face, with a grievance on his face.

This way, he doesn't look like a master at all.

"Is it true that as long as you win, you will obediently get out?!"

When the voice came again, a gray shadow flashed, and appeared behind Jiumozhi in an instant, almost sticking to Jiumozhi's back.

Xiao Jun.

Jiumozhi was startled, rushed two steps forward, turned around to look back, but found that the person who came didn't look like a master, he was thin and ugly, he was disgusted.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Jiumozhi looked at Xiao Jun and asked in a deep voice.

"This little monk is not talented. He is a little monk carrying water and dung in the vegetable garden. He is here to learn from the master. I hope the master will not show mercy and try his best. Otherwise, the little monk will accidentally beat the master to death. Everyone will be happy."

Xiao Jun said in a serious manner, although some of the prefaces were inconsistent, but the listeners were very happy.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd under the stone platform.

Hearing Xiao Jun's words, Jiumozhi was already blushing with anger, stopped speaking, and directly attacked Xiao Jun with another Great Vajra Fist, which was exactly the same as the move just now.

Seeing Jiumozhi's moves, Xiao Jun couldn't help but sneer, and he also counterattacked with a black tiger heart.

After Jiumozhi saw Xiao Jun's moves, he couldn't help but sneered, and secretly added some strength to his hands.But before he finished being happy, he opened his eyes wide with disbelief on his face.

Xiao Jun's speed was too fast, almost as soon as he punched, he was already in front of Jiumozhi, as fast as lightning.

There was a sound of impact, and the two fists intersected instantly!

Immediately afterwards, Jiumozhi could not help but fly backwards, fell directly more than ten meters away, and landed heavily on the ground.

Xiao Jun followed closely and appeared in front of Jiumozhi again.

"Are you satisfied?"

Xiao Jun just stared blankly at Jiumozhi who fell to the ground, and asked indifferently.

Jiumozhi's face turned extremely ugly, he never thought that even such an ordinary monk could have such profound internal strength, and he was powerless to parry it.

"Isn't it just in the name of hypocrisy and hypocrisy, to return Shi Shuige to learn a few tricks? Don't think that no one knows, Xiaoyao Sect's Xiaowuxianggong, right? The imitation is quite in place? If you don't want to be beaten out of shit, just leave quickly , don't delay the development of the plot, get out!"

Xiao Jun moved closer to Jiumozhi, and said in a low voice.Although he spoke very vigorously, Jiumozhi who was lying on the ground was already stunned when he heard it.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know everything?"

Jiumozhi looked at Xiao Jun in a daze, not fully understanding everything he said.

"You'll know soon, get out!"

Xiao Jun said impatiently.

Jiumozhi struggled to get up from the ground, glanced at Xiao Jun, jumped up, and rushed out of Shaolin Temple.

"Since today's battle can only be a draw, I will take my leave first, and come to learn Shaolin Temple's brilliant moves at another day!"

Before leaving, Jiumozhi did not forget to leave a sentence that seemed to have saved his face.

Xiao Jun looked at Jiumozhi's back with a dazed expression, a little dazed.

You really are shameless, you can say this well, and you can say it so bluntly when you run away? !
This guy is Lan Xiang's graduate, right?
After sending Jiumozhi away, Xiao Jun turned his head to look at the three brothers Xuanci, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly, next, it was his turn again.

Originally he didn't want to intervene, but fat monks and children can't be taught, and Jiumozhi is too shy, so he couldn't hold back for a while.

As soon as Jiumozhi left, Xiao Jun began to look forward to the big factions in the world and Duan Zhengchun and the others to go up the mountain quickly, so that he could be rescued, otherwise he would be beaten, beaten, or turned upside down. The only hope is that the plot will not change. Change, develop faster.

(End of this chapter)