"Wine, color, wealth, and energy." Ling Jue replied.

Since he received the precepts, the monk wine and meat has adhered to Buddhist principles and swallowed his anger for more than ten years. After coming to the crab committee, he suddenly let go of his nature. He was like a fish in water. He did not take the first three items of "wine, sex, wealth and energy" seriously at all, but the word "qi" is deeply in line with the original heart.

Yes, this is my temper!

It's so fucking fun!

"You can learn wine, sex, money and energy everywhere, but there will be something that others don't have." The chairman took a deep breath of smoke: "That is our spirit. We stand tall here to protect our brothers and sisters. We are willing to sacrifice our lives to build a new China. Religion can cross national borders, monks cannot have nationality, and if we implement our spirit, you can become a Buddha."

Ling Yu looked at him blankly, as if he was blown away.

"Let go of your nature." Chen Huayao pointed ahead, "Now, I want his life, you go and bring it to me."

"yes!"

Ling Jue grabbed Armani, who was worth 28,000 yuan per set, pulled her back and took off her buttons, threw away her clothes casually, revealing the tight white shirt inside. She felt that it was really inappropriate, so she even stripped her shirt.

The cold northwest wind is shining with a naked upper body, wide shoulders and thin waist, wide chest, bulging chest muscles, and eight even abdominal muscles below, showing a perfect body shape. How can you be so handsome!

Many women screamed in irresistible among the people watching from afar. Some people grabbed their phones and shot desperately, focusing on Lingyu.

These people seem to be arguing with foreigners, and it’s okay to fight. There are so many handsome guys, and they all have the appearance of being no worse than movie stars, which is really exciting.

A sharp-eyed aunt screamed: "Director Chen! Isn't that Director Chen? Such a gentle and handsome young man, how can he participate in the fight?" Today, the Crab Committee's traffic control was controlled, and everyone seemed to understand what was going to happen. The distance was far, and no one dared to come forward to ask.

"I knew it was him!" An old man reached out and pinched the aunt's butt, then moved his position, and said as if nothing had happened: "Do you remember Lao Meng, who often bought citrus at the intersection of the neighborhood committee?"

"Lao Meng? What's wrong with Lao Meng?"

"I heard that Lao Meng's granddaughter was ruined by a bastard and later committed suicide in the hospital. The police don't care about this, so how can Director Chen ignore it? Listen to me, don't call the police, Director Luo and the others won't ask about it."

Lei Xin and others looked admiring. The monk usually passed through the intestines with wine and meat, ate more than others, and drank more. He had never done any other good things except helping wash dishes in the bar. He couldn't remember that he had such capital and was worthy of being the candidate for the Five Tigers Battle Generals appointed by the Chairman.

Ling Yan walked towards Wilson first, and clasped his hands together and said, "Uncle Master ordered me to fight with you one-on-one, and the donor would offend you."

The two stood opposite each other, Lingyu was only five centimeters shorter than him, and it looked not much different. Moreover, Lingyu was able to participate in the selection of the World Bodybuilder. His emotions were gushing and his momentum was huge!

Wilson also took off his coat, clenched his fists and set off his boxing posture, eager to try, saying, "Bald, I will beat you up like a rotten apple in winter. Thirty seconds, I only need thirty seconds."

"Donor, good, good..."

Ling Yu didn't finish a word, Wilson punched him and took him straight into his face.

He used a jab with relatively strong lethality, which could easily tear the other party's flesh and blood. This Buddhist is so beautiful that he must beat his face to pieces.

"Hey..." Ling Yu quickly turned his head and avoided it, his fist swept across his face, and a scorching blood mark was drawn.

"Ah, beat!" Wilson screamed strangely, and another elbow was facing the monk. If this attack was in effect, it would have to beat the opponent into rotten tomatoes.

Lingyu stepped back and hit his chest with his elbow, making a muffled sound.

The boxer said it could be solved in thirty seconds, which is no joke.

A boxer who has undergone systematic training and a lot of practical combat and has excellent physical conditions has much more accurate and vicious eyes than ordinary people. Just this short situation of advancing and retreating, Wilson has discovered five or six very obvious flaws on the other party.

So what if your muscles look good? The weak ribs are exposed, your feet are messy, your hands and forearms are improperly placed, your reaction is slow, and you cannot form the offensive and defensive system you deserve. I will beat you!

Ling Jue just raised his arm and wanted to fight back, but he was hit by a heavy old fist under his armpit, and he suddenly tilted half of his body.

Taking advantage of his staggering pace to find balance, Wilson jumped high, pushed his knee forward, and rushed straight to the other party's chin.

The people in the distance screamed and a large number of women and children covered their eyes.

Lei Xin snorted, hugged her hands and did not move, obviously very dissatisfied with Lingyu's expression.

"Bang!"

His knees hit Lingyu's chin firmly, and he turned somersaults and lay on the ground, stirring up a burst of smoke and dust.

The scene fell into embarrassing silence.

Just this can kill people directly. Even if you tell fortunes, you have to smash the jaw bones and accompany liquid food for the rest of your life.

Wilson desperately scratched the curly breast hair on his chest and shouted: "Piggy! This is the end of the battle with the most powerful boxer in Great Britain!"

Immediately afterwards, he showed a big middle finger at everyone, stepped forward and kicked the wine monk lying on the ground, and made a series of thumping sounds.

Davis quickly pulled him away from behind: "Enough, Mike, you've won."

Wilson was so fierce that he used his companion's hand to yell: "I want to kill him, I want to kill this pig! Just like playing with that beautiful little girl that night four days ago! I want to burst out the beautiful bald aft!"

"Chairman?" Bajie asked, saying that the monk died for his life.

Chen Huayao smoked cigarettes one by one, without saying a word.

Suddenly, the spirit fear on the ground slowly got up, moved his neck, and pressed his chin, and it was intact!

His body was covered in dust, but it could not hide his perfect appearance. A red mark on his chin, and a slight smile showed his white and shiny teeth.

Wilson swallowed the last word "英" back into his stomach, and his eyes almost widened.

"Good good!" Ling Yan bounced up like a spring, slapping Wilson on the face without waiting for all the audience to react.

The long arm spreads, the movements are simple, direct and rough, like a volleyball player blocking a powerful smash and hitting a disobedient ball.

A "bang" sounded, knocking Wilson to the ground.

I saw the guy's five finger marks on his left face, his face was ferocious and distorted, and he kissed the ground intimately, as if he was a pool of mud.

Davis and the Crab Committee members on the scene, including Lei Xin and Yin Xiaoba, remained motionless in their original posture, all with a thrilling expression "that's not how the play was performed."

Lingxu said, "Amitabha, forgive me, the little monk has offended me!"

Wilson jumped up with a carp, and his cheekbones were scratched. The scorching pain caused him to further arouse the animal nature hidden in his heart. It took half a second to adjust the center of gravity and swung his hard punch towards Lingju.

What does it mean to be a slap for a boxer with a strong toughness?

Even if you are seriously injured, you will have the power to fight back.

Lingyu suffered a loss after all because he lacked experience and would not dodge. He raised his hand to greet him with a fist, hit his shoulder, and staggered for a few more steps.

Wilson took the opportunity and then punched Lingyu's ribs. No matter if you are as strong as a cow, anyone will have their ribs broken after one or two punches.

Ling Yu is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 93 kilograms, which seems to be no different from the Chairman's 98 kilograms. But the Chairman looks skinny and bone-skinned, and his muscles are all full and strong, which brings the audience a lot of aesthetic visual impact. It is not a product of the same horizontal plane in terms of appearance.

The boxer's heavy punches are not just a saying. After long-term and arduous training, it has reached a height that ordinary people cannot reach in terms of speed, strength, toughness, and endurance.

Wilson is 1.90 meters tall, weighs 204 kilograms, and has a bench press strength of 360 kilograms. He started boxing training at the age of 20, and participated in more than 100 competitions of all sizes and sizes, with a winning rate of up to 70%. He often broke his opponent's tendons and fractured his bones on the court.

Judging from this data, the spiritual fear of the ancient Buddha of Qinglan is far from enough.

Without a decent offensive and defensive system, he was confused when he punched and was in a hurry to avoid being embarrassed. These were all weaknesses that Wilson quickly caught and kept aiming at his left rib.

The previous few heavy punches always forced Lingyu to dodge in a mess, exposing his left ribs.

Okay! Wilson flicked a shot, and waited for Lingyu to raise his hand in a very slow manner, and came to his left rib again. This was Wilson's third time hit Lingyu's left rib.

It seems that the sound of the ribs being violently squeezed and impacted inside the body can be heard.

Dead!

Unexpectedly, Ling Jue just shook and didn't even stagger, and he slapped Wilson in the face with another backhand.

This wine and meat monk has a strong ability to resist strikes!

It turned out that muscle was really not fun to watch. The continuous attacks on him were no different from the children's home wine! It almost had no effect on him.

No wonder I was besieged by Su Chenghuan's bodyguard in the bar of Zhengde Casino last time, but I suffered a little skin injury.

Wilson turned into a native chicken and tile dog again, and was beaten to the ground.

The mind was buzzing, as if there were a thousand bees flying inside. Their face was as spicy as if they had been burned by boiling oil. If it weren't for their usual training, they would naturally face the side when they were slapped in the face, and the cervical vertebrae would have been misaligned.

This monk is so perverted!

Without any hesitation in my mind, I supported my palms lightly on the ground, and my legs were crossed and I was afraid to trip.

The plot was ups and downs. Amid the exclamations of everyone, Wilson took a step back and jumped high for more than one meter. With a weight of 204 pounds, heels of the hard-soled leather shoes were stomped on Ling Jue's left rib from top to bottom.

At this level of power, I'm afraid even the big bull can stomp to death at once, let alone a living person.

But it was bitter! Ling Yu's brows frowned for a moment, his teeth were clenched, his face was twisted and deformed, and he covered the attacked part so painfully that he couldn't speak.

The audience in the distance was blocked by vehicles lying across the middle of the road, and they couldn't see clearly what was going on. Everyone stretched out their heads and looked at each other and asked about the results. Those who were brave would quietly approach forward.

Wilson fell back to the ground and immediately kicked Lingyu again. He followed closely, and then stepped on Lingyu's waist with a full momentum, and said, "Farke oil!" "Damn!" "Ah," and "Ah" kept shouting.

Even the Transformer, which was steel and iron, was about to be kicked to pieces by him.

Lei Xin, Yin Xiaoba, Jiang Shirui's lips were pursed tightly and he looked at the battle on the field coldly. Wei Chensi shouted: "Bald donkey, get up, beat him to death! I'll treat you to a drink next time!"

Let go of your nature! The Chairman’s words echo in the monk’s mind. If you kill this person, you can become a Buddha!

Ling Yu protected his head and face and suddenly stood up, hitting Wilson's temple with one elbow.
Chapter completed!