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Chapter 816 Using Martial Arts to Make Friends (Part [-])
"Calm down, folks, let Xiaoseng finish talking." The lama monk who claimed to be Hong Zhi shouted at the top of his voice, and the crowd fell silent again.

"What we pay attention to in martial arts competitions is to make friends with martial arts. Whether it is a fist competition or a weapon competition, our principle is to go to the end. But then again, nothing is absolute, especially the martial arts competition is about not giving in on the spot. If you show your hands without mercy, accidents will inevitably happen. If a friend is injured during the competition, the gold and silver we give will be regarded as a kind of compensation, and we will not owe you anything in the future. We are the ones who lost their lives. It’s only because we didn’t have enough scripture teachers. We are not very educated, and we will never resent anyone. In a word, all friends who enter the competition are voluntary. Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky. Everyone You can measure yourself well, and then you will end."

After the lama monk finished his introduction, the scene was opened.It may also be that they were afraid that the government would come and take away the gold, silver and jewels, so they put the gold and silver jewels in their pockets again, and then put out the promotional signs made of the "martial arts competition rules" that had been formulated in advance, and placed them horizontally. On the top of the gold, silver and jewelry, there are more and more onlookers. The two trumpet monks drew a circle on the spot, and erected several pillars along the circle. The size of the arena is about the same, and those who want to watch the excitement are outside the circle.

After everything was prepared, the lama monk named Hong Zhi saluted the surrounding crowd again and began to invite his opponents.

"Which friend come up and compete with the little monk?"

Seeing these two lamas felt very fresh, which had never happened in the capital for many years, so more and more people gathered around, whispering to each other, talking and pointing.

But they didn't know how deep it was, and the lama monk named Hong Zhi gave way several times, but no one came in.

"Since everyone is not willing to appreciate the face, the little monk can't let the situation become cold, otherwise I'm sorry for everyone standing here for a long time, and the little monk will show his ugliness and practice twice. Please pay attention."

After the lama monk Hong Zhi finished speaking, he tightened his fat monk's robe and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearm as thick as a purlin.

Then I practiced boxing. Since he is tall and big, he must not be light in weight, and it is about the same if he is not 300 catties.Therefore, he practiced his fists and kicks very fiercely, which can be described as vigorous, and won bursts of applause from time to time, and even more people watched.

After the practice, the lama monk moves in a fixed posture, without any anger, and his face does not change.

"Folks, the little monk made a fool of himself just now. Thank you for your support, and don't let everyone see it in vain." The trumpet monk named Hong Zhi took out a cloth bag from the long parcel, grabbed a few copper coins from it, and went to it. Dispersed among the lively crowd.

Throwing this out a few times, the people who watched the excitement were happy, and hurriedly bent down to pick up the money, the scene became more lively, and the crowd of onlookers increased.

These days, it's very common to perform tricks.But they all collected money from the spectators after practicing their martial arts, and this was the first time that they gave away money to the audience.

After the spectators had snatched up the scattered copper coins on the ground, Lama monk Hong Zhi extended an invitation to the crowds of onlookers.

"The little monk invites a friend, who will come and accompany the poor monk for two trips? Is there any?"

"Brother Zhang, don't you know martial arts? Come on down, you can earn silver, and if you're lucky, you can earn gold. Where can I find such a good opportunity?"

"No, no, I can't do it these two times. It's not as good as you. You can get over such a good thing."

"Stop joking, I don't even know how to write Wu characters!"...

The lama monk shouted several times, but still no one came out.

"Friends, what's the matter? The capital is very important to hide dragons and crouching tigers. Is it possible that I can't invite one or two people to come and learn from each other today? If so, I will be a little disappointed. But it doesn't matter. Our brothers and sisters will come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Sincerity is spirit, I believe we will definitely meet our opponents. Which friend will buy face when the end is good?"

What I said was somewhat provocative.

"The great monk is slow, I am not willing to learn from you."

This time, just after the lama monk had finished speaking, a person squeezed in from the crowd of spectators.

This one is about 30 years old, with a face like a scarf, and a slight black beard.With her hair tied up, she threw off her coat, revealing a short skirt and a small attire. It looks like she has practiced martial arts.

This man clasped his fists at the lama monk: "My surname is Song, but my name is Qing. I am a bodyguard of the Sifang Bodyguard Company. I am here to learn the tricks of eminent monks."

"Thank you, Master Song, for your support, please."

"Please."

The two stood still in the center of the field, and after saluting each other, Song Qing took the lead, shaking the lama monk's eyes with a fist with his left hand, and turning into a black tiger with his right hand.

The trumpet monk didn't dodge, but with this blow, he hit the trumpet monk hard on his belly.But the lama monk was fine, standing there, all in one place, not even moving.But the bodyguard surnamed Song was thrown out, forty or fifty feet away, and it felt like his wrist was about to snap.

The bodyguard surnamed Song was taken aback. It seems that this lama monk knows hard Qigong, so I don't believe he can't be beaten.

The bodyguard surnamed Song became a little annoyed, rushed up the second time, twisted his body and flew up, kicked up and kicked sideways, aiming at the face of the great monk.

This time the lama monk couldn't let him kick casually, because it was his face.

As soon as the lama monk saw his foot, he punched hard and hit Song Qing's kicked foot. The fist and foot collided with a bang. The lama monk still didn't move, but this time Song Qing flew out backwards.

Not a foot away, but about the same, the bodyguard called Song Qing fell heavily to the ground.

"Good kung fu, the master is really good kung fu."

The onlookers applauded and applauded.

When Song Qing stood up again, he limped a little, grinning his teeth and said: "My skills are inferior to others, but the master's martial arts are superb, and I am willing to bow down."

After Song Qing finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Wait a minute." The lama monk said, "Your monk means what you say, and the ten taels of silver are yours. It must be at least a broken bone. Buy some medicine to treat it."

After the lama monk finished speaking, he threw a piece of silver at Song Qing's feet. Looking at the lama monk's face full of complacency, he glanced at the other monk. Both lama monks showed expressions of disdain.

"Schools can be killed and cannot be humiliated. Whoever wants your stinky money, you wait!"

Sure enough, Song Qing didn't pick up the money, but just picked up his coat, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, limped a little, got into the crowd, and disappeared.

This time, the image of the two lama monks was somewhat discounted among the crowd watching the excitement.

At this time, the lama monk named Hong Zhi said proudly: "Folks, the cowhide is not for bragging. If you don't have a lot of money, you must not come here. Although the money is easy to earn, the feeling of being beaten must be uncomfortable." , Just like the Song bodyguard just now, he didn’t even say that he was ashamed or not, and he would have to suffer for at least a few days after returning. Who else came to compete with the little monk?"

The lama monk picked up the ten taels of silver, put it in his hand, and said to the crowd, with arrogance and disdain on his face.

"Don't be complacent, great monk, let me come down to learn your brilliant moves." When the words came to the fore, another person squeezed into the circle.

(End of this chapter)