Genius commoner

Chapter 1061 The First Battle

Ye Zixuan didn't know who the sacred LP Pan was, but Long Qiuhui and Steve knew it very well.

Luang Phor Pan, the number one demon monk in the Water Kingdom, has his own school among the many religions in the Water Kingdom. Not only does he look as vicious as Shura, but his daily behavior is often despised by the mainstream society. Corpse oil was used to make amulets, and people made a video and circulated it, which attracted six articles from the World Children's Association.

It's just that although he has done many evil things, he has never been punished as he should. On the contrary, he is very popular in the water country. He not only has his own sect, but also owns temples, fields and disciples. , he went to the extreme on the evil road and became one of the seven suzerains of the water kingdom, also known as the number one demon monk.

Long Qiuhui also knew that besides being proficient in brainwashing people, he was also the vice president of the Water Boxing Association. There was a violent attack at the meeting, but not only did not hurt Luang Phor Pan's hair, but was also punched by Luang Phor Pan's head.

According to various information, Long Phor Pan deserves the title of the number one demon monk. Compared with opponents of the same level, he is more aggressive and lethal.

Thinking of this, Long Qiuhui tugged Ye Zixuan's sleeve lightly: "Zixuan, Long Po Pan is not easy."

"It's alright, I'm measured."

Ye Zixuan patted the back of Long Qiuhui's hand with a smile, and said with a touch of confidence on his face: "This battle is inevitable, so let's fight to the end." He knew very well in his heart that Water King would not throw someone out to fight for no reason , there must be something to rely on to make such a big gamble, and Shui Wang cleverly removed himself and him from the game to increase the odds of winning.

Amid Long Qiuhui's frowning worries, Steve and Ronald also had complicated expressions, looking angrily at the stubborn Water King, while thinking about how to protect Ye Zixuan.

For them, Ye Zixuan's survival is more important than anything else, but seeing the gloomy expression of the water king, they dispersed to persuade them, this is the palace and the territory of the water king, and the other party has hundreds of guns, they really want to fall out , I am afraid that everyone will not be able to go out, so I can only endure it now, and at the same time, I took out my mobile phone and called my companions to come over for help.

They always have to gamble on the future.

At this time, the water king was staring at Ye Zixuan with sharp eyes. He knew that Luang Phor Pan's terrifying fighting power was not only inferior to him in speed and strength. The warrior will go out, but Ye Zixuan can't find an equal player. Water King doesn't believe that Ye Gong will have a second Ye Zixuan.

As long as there is no second Ye Zixuan, he will be [-]% sure of today's battle.

Thinking of this, Shui Wang straightened his body and pointed at Ye Zixuan: "Young Master Ye, is it decided to fight? If so, I will give you five hours to find someone, and I will also have someone prepare a life and death certificate in black and white. Tiff, Ronald and Miss Long are the witnesses, and I will invite some dignitaries from the water kingdom to be the audience, do you have any questions?"

Ye Zixuan took a step forward and said: "Water King, you have put on a deadly posture, and you don't even give Steve and Mr. Ronald face, can I not agree to a fight with you? Just as you said Do it, five hours later, that is, at 03:30 in the afternoon, let's fight to decide the world, not only to end the grievances between you and me, but also to end the front-line disputes."

Water King patted the seat: "Happy! That's it."

At 300 o'clock in the afternoon, the boxing room of the Water Palace was full of people. This is the special venue for the water king to practice boxing and kicking. It covers a very large area and can accommodate about [-] people. The dome is also five stories high. Standing in the middle of the ring, you can watch Seeing the blue sky above his head, Shui Wang would fall down on the carpet and stare at the sky in a daze for half an hour when he was tired from practice.

It’s just that Water King doesn’t have much mood to appreciate the scenery at the moment. Sitting in the best position, he scans the invited guests. There are not many, 100 people, but each of them is either rich or expensive. The eminent monks who have attained the Tao occupy the first five rows, without the shouting and noise of ordinary people, but there is still a trace of excitement.

After all, this battle is not only about resolving the personal grievances between Water King and Ye Zixuan, but also related to the battle on the front line, and it is also a martial arts contest between Long Shuo and Shuiguo.

At a quarter past three, a monk with more than a dozen scars on his face, led by the palace guards, came to the area where the Water King was. The Water King got up and greeted him with a smile. At the same time, on the electronic screen above the arena, the message of Long Po Banner's presence suddenly appeared.

Seeing the presence of LP Fan, the atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited. Everyone couldn't help looking at the scarred monk, and several women couldn't help but gasped.

When they saw LP Pan for the first time, they understood what it means to be ugly. They are 40 years old, with a huge head, mottled faces, scars, a lot of patterns engraved on the neck and arms, and there are even scriptures on the top of the head. Wen, together with narrow eyes, protruding flesh, and thick lips, made them fearful from the bottom of their hearts.

No one talked about it, and they didn't dare to talk about it. At most, they just nodded their heads, and the scene became even more dead silent.

After greeting the Water King, LP Fan ignored everyone's gazes and sat cross-legged on the sofa next to the Water King. His expression was as indifferent as ever, and there was no human emotion in his eyes. He just stared at the arena shrouded in lights. For a moment, it seemed that everything around him had left him, and all he had in mind was the upcoming battle.

"Master, today, no matter what, Ye Gongren must not be allowed to leave the ring alive."

Water King saw Long Po Ban sitting there with a cold expression on his face, a flash of admiration for his determination flashed in his eyes, and then he whispered: "Ye Gong must be defeated."

Long Po Ban didn't look at the water king, but slowly closed his eyes, and his voice gave people a gloomy feeling: "Water king, don't worry, gods block and kill gods, ghosts block and kill ghosts."

"People who fight against me will only want to die, not to live."

Feeling the confidence and arrogance in Long Phor Banner's tone, Water King nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, I'll wait for Master Shenwei today."

Then they swept over Steve, Ronald and Long Qiuhui who were in the middle seat. The latter called many heavyweights to resolve the battle. All the Western ambassadors are arranged in the notary seats, and at the same time they put on a tough posture to block their mouths. This battle is imperative.

After Water King drank two glasses of red wine, there were whispers in the silent auditorium, and many people looked at the entrance of the passage.

Following their gazes, Water King could clearly see a group of people walking towards the entrance.

The leader is Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan was as handsome as ever, and instantly lit up in the eyes of everyone, causing many ladies and ladies to sit up straight, their eyes flashed with a gleam of hunting beauty, he was so young, his youth was almost dripping water, It's just that his straight body makes him exude masculinity, a sense of strength and softness, which makes it difficult for many women to breathe.

Ye Zixuan didn't care about the eyes of the crowd, and smiled faintly at Shui Wang and Long Qiuhui, and then went straight to the space left on the left, followed by the coffin board and Kong Xiaohan, one black and one white, even the cloth shoes under their feet were black. Black and white, following Ye Zixuan without saying a word, like two untouchable killing gods.

Behind them was a group of young people. These young people had indifferent faces and indifferent eyes, and the aura on their bodies gave off an extremely dangerous feeling.

Looking at Ye Zixuan and the others, Long Qiuhui's expression was both relieved and dignified.

Contrary to Long Qiuhui's expression, Steve and Ronald beside them had a hint of curiosity on their faces. They wanted to see if they won or lost when they were at their wits' end.

"Ye Zixuan, are you here?"

As soon as Ye Zixuan and the others took their seats, Shui Wang picked up the microphone and shouted: "We have finished talking, and signed the certificate of life and death."

"Let's stop talking nonsense and send people directly to fight."

He pointed at Luang Phor Pan who slowly opened his eyes: "As long as the person you send can beat the master, you can leave with the lottery head."

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the palace."

At this time, a referee and host bowed to the spectators while talking to mobilize the atmosphere: "I believe that today's final battle will be very exciting and exciting!"

When the applause sounded, the referee suddenly raised his voice: "Now, let us welcome Master Long Phor Ban."

During his introduction, Luang Phor Ban, wearing a monk's robe, walked slowly towards the ring with a Zen staff.

Under the light, his expression was as cold as ice, and his cloth shoes stepped on the floor, barely making any sound.

One person, one Zen stick.

He was like a villain of the ninth generation. The hideous and terrifying chill centered on his body and began to slowly spread to the surroundings, making the deadly atmosphere of the scene even more depressing.

After seeing Long Phor Fan appearing, almost everyone lowered their heads subconsciously, not daring to meet the latter's corpse-like eyes.

Even some spectators who were closer to the ring felt the breath of Long Phor Fan, and their breathing became a little short, and their faces were pale.

And in the arena, the referee also fell into an ice cave. Seeing Luang Phor Fan approaching, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his legs became weak, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead uncontrollably.

"The person who stands with me in the ring, die!"

Unknowingly, Long Phor Fan came to the side of the referee and snorted softly: "Get off."

The referee's body trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth could not stop moving, and then he said in a low voice: "Master, I was arranged by Water King..."

There was no nonsense, Luang Phor Pan kicked the referee, the referee fell from the ring with a bang, and hit Ye Zixuan like a big stupid chicken.

The back collapsed and the head blossomed.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the referee died.

The sudden scene was beyond the expectation of everyone present, and many women screamed: "Ah..."

No one thought that LP Pan was so arrogant, and everyone looked at LP Pan with fear.

On the other hand, Shui Wang and others were very calm, as if they were used to Luang Phor Pan's style, they waved people to carry the corpse away.

Ye Zixuan is also very calm, and doesn't care about his opponent's performance at all.

At this moment, Luang Phor Pan stood alone on the stage, tapped Ye Zixuan with his Zen stick and they shouted: "Come up."

His expression was as ferocious as a demon from hell, full of murderous intent.

When Long Qiuhui was dignified and added another point, Shuiwang tapped the coffee table with his finger: "Young Master Ye, which master do you send to fight?"

"Master? Water King, isn't your taste too low? An evil monk, you actually call him a master?"

Ye Zixuan took the bottle of clean water that he brought with him, ignoring the increasingly sullen expressions of Water King and Luang Phor Pan: "Such a scumbag, I don't even need to hire a master to fight, just find a dog or a cat to trample him to death." In the sight of everyone, he pointed his finger and counted down the No.2 disciple of Ye Gong: "Then who, go and kill the old evil monk."

The disciple of Ye Gong who was named stepped forward, it was Tang Xueyi.

He walked towards the arena step by step, slowly, but steadily and calmly, exuding a black aura all over his body, in the shadows, he seemed to be one with the darkness.

He still held a knife in his hand, but no one looked at the knife, because he was more like a knife himself.

The water king's arrogance instantly cooled down by three points.

(End of this chapter)