East China Sea, Red Leaf Villa.

Mr. Tu has always had the habit of getting up early. He would get up at four o'clock in the morning every day to practice Qigong. It was regarded as morning practice.

Day after day, year after year, it is reasonable for Mr. Tu to be able to step into Huajin.

Brush brush brush.

Tu Ye has an elegant figure and dances like a crane. His punches are fierce and his body is soft. It is a bit like Tai Chi, but it has more murderous intent than Tai Chi.

This is the undisclosed secret of the Kongtong sect, ‘Ancient Tai Chi’, also called ‘Kongtong Tai Chi’. It is its own sect and is very famous in China.

After practicing for a while, Luo Hou came forward with two people. One was fat, the other was thin, one was tall and the other was low. They looked very funny.

Both of them are bald and have ring scars on their heads. There are nine in total. They should be from Shaolin.

"Sir, these two are from Songshan Mountain, holding a letter written by the abbot in their hands." Luo Hou said respectfully.

Mr. Tu was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Oh? Bring it here."

Soon, Luo Hou came forward with the fat one and the thin one.

When the two people approached, Mr. Tu had some surprise on his face and couldn't help but ask: "Who are you two?"

The thin monk stepped forward and introduced: "Haha, Amitabha, young monk Kongzhi, this is my junior brother Kongyu. We are both disciples of Luohan Hall. This time we were ordered to go down the mountain to capture the wine Taoist and return to Shaolin to plead guilty."

"Haha, it turns out he is an eminent monk from Luohan Hall. I am disrespectful, Lord Tu." Lord Tu was happy, but he didn't expect that he sent a letter to Shaolin, and the abbot actually sent someone to the East China Sea.

For Mr. Tu, this is definitely a rare opportunity.

Tu Ye took a look at Kong Zhi and Kong Yu, and thought to himself, these two people look stupid, but they can be used. If Zhongdao Village is defeated, they can lure these two young monks to deal with Tang Long, just say Tang Long

He is the new disciple of the wine Taoist.

Gee, Mr. Bald, I am really too smart.

Seeing Lord Bald squinting his eyes, the thin monk Kongzhi called out: "Donor Bald, why are your eyes narrowed into a line? Are you sick?"

Mr. Tu hurriedly cleared his throat and said with a dry smile: "Haha, thank you Master Kongzhi for your concern. I'm fine. I was a little distracted just now."

The thin monk Kongzhi didn't think much, but clasped his hands and said, "Bald donor, I wonder where the wine Taoist is now? Could you please take us there?"

Mr. Tu looked Kong Zhi up and down, and then said: "To be honest, Master Kong Zhi, I have sent people to cast a net to find him, but you also know that this wine Taoist is the leader of the Wusan people and is extremely powerful. I'm afraid

When pressed, he will jump over the wall."

The thin monk Kongzhi said with a grateful face: "Then there will be a benefactor."

"you are welcome."

Tu Ye made some perfunctory remarks, then changed the subject and said: "Two masters, I heard that the wine Taoist is good at using the money dart and the powerful diamond finger. He is extremely powerful. The Luohan Hall only sent two of them here. Isn't it a bit too rash?

, Of course, I don’t doubt the strength of the two of you, it’s just that the wine Taoist is too strong.”

After all, Mr. Tu was also a master at transforming energy, so he could naturally sense that the two monks in front of him had just stepped into the process of transforming energy, let alone wine Taoists. Whether they could beat him was another matter.

There are only a limited number of Huajin masters in the East China Sea, and Tu Ye's strength has greatly improved, so he wanted to find someone to compare with.

Obviously, Tu Ye's real purpose is to compete with these two eminent monks, so that he can experience Shaolin's martial arts methods.

Master Tu was not very convinced of Shaolin's dominance. He felt that the Kongtong sect's martial arts were no worse than Shaolin's.

People say that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin, but Mr. Tu doesn't think so.

"oh?"

The thin monk Kongzhi frowned and said with a naive smile: "Haha, what does the donor mean?"

Mr. Tu moved his neck, clasped his fists and said, "It's very simple. I have itchy hands for a moment and want to have a discussion with you two."

"Haha, so that's it."

The thin monk Kongzhi had kind eyes and said with a smile: "This is simple. Junior brother, you go and discuss with Mr. Tu. Remember, don't fight back. It will be bad if you hurt someone."

The fat monk Kongyu covered his mouth, nodded vigorously, and then stepped forward.

What's the meaning?

Are these two bald donkeys clearly looking down on me?

Still not fighting back?

What a deception!

I have been in the world for many years, but no one has ever dared to humiliate me like this?!

Thinking of this, Mr. Tu said with a domineering look: "Two masters, you two should go together. I am in the middle stage of energy transformation now, and I can handle you two more than enough."

The thin monk Kongzhi laughed and said: "Bald donor, please don't underestimate this junior brother of mine. He has practiced the golden bell and the powerful Vajra hand. He can easily hurt you with one palm. If we take action,

You will definitely die!"

"you……!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Tu was so angry that he couldn't speak. He said angrily: "That's really arrogant. Well, I won't bully you either. You can ask your junior brother to slap me and see if I will be hurt."

The thin monk Kongzhi smiled slightly and said: "Haha, since the bald benefactor insists on doing this, we have no choice but to do it. Junior brother, be sure to hold back."

"Yeah." The fat monk Kongyu nodded vigorously and then made a "please" gesture.

Mr. Tu gathered his inner energy, took a good posture and said, "Let's use the palm."

brush.

As soon as Mr. Tu finished his words, the fat monk Kong Yu rushed forward. He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and then slapped him away with a palm, and there was a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the thin monk Kongzhi shouted urgently: "Junior brother, no!"

However, it's already too late.

Bang.

When a palm fell, there was a deafening sound, and Mr. Bald's body flew backwards in a bow shape. He was vomiting blood continuously, and even his training clothes were left with a palm print.

hiss.

Luo Hou, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, took a breath of cold air and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"You, can't you be gentler?"

The thin monk Kongzhi glared at the fat monk fiercely, then helped Mr. Bald up and asked with concern: "Donor, are you okay?"

Mr. Tu's face turned red, and he smiled awkwardly and said: "Ha, I have underestimated the enemy. If I use 100% of my strength, I will definitely hurt your junior brother. As a senior, I don't want to be scolded for bullying."

Small'."

call.

Hearing what Lord Tu said, the thin monk Kongzhi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Haha, thank you Lord Tu for your mercy."

Mr. Tu said against his will: "Ahem, it should be right. As a senior, of course you must be considerate of the younger ones."

"Tch." The fat monk Kongyu clasped his hands behind his back and snorted disdainfully, making Kongzhi very embarrassed.

Lord Tu suppressed his anger and waved his hand: "Marquis Luo, take the two masters down to rest first."

The thin monk Kongzhi responded: "Thank you so much, donor."

At this time, the wine Taoist had no idea that the Shaolin Luohan Hall had sent experts to capture him.

Zhiyo Zhiyo.

The bartender was rocking a wicker chair, fanning a banana fan in his right hand, humming a tune in his mouth, chewing on a chicken leg with his left hand, and eating it with big mouthfuls.
Chapter completed!