It is an indisputable fact that martial arts in the world come from Shaolin.

There have been almost all Shaolin monks in all dynasties.

In the early Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin practiced martial arts in Shaolin and later established Shaolin monk soldiers.

Therefore, Shaolin has an uneven meaning in people's hearts.

Insulting Shaolin martial arts is no different from insulting Chinese Kung Fu?

Let me ask, how could the Chinese present bear it?

"Donor, you are too arrogant, right? I have a vast land of China and many capable people come out. Those who can defeat you are like crucian carp in the river. Take the donor just now for example. You should be able to take you within a hundred moves." The skinny monk Kong Zhi said, holding back his anger.

Duanmu Jiro laughed wildly and said, "Haha, it's useless to say so much? If you want that guy to come out, see how I, Duanmu Jiro, cut him?"

The thin monk Kongzhi said with a stern face: "Donor, don't be too full of words."

"Hmph, it's so long-winded. Bald donkey, aren't you afraid? If you are afraid, just kneel down and beg for mercy. I don't mind accepting you as your disciple." Duanmu Jiro continued to say arrogantly.

The fat monk Kong Yu curled his lips, but he had no intention of taking action, but instead acted like he was watching the show.

No wonder Duanki Jiro is so arrogant, because his strength has reached the peak of the middle stage of Huajin, and he is only one step away from entering the late stage.

The thin monk Kongzhi's strength is only in the early stage of the transformation of the spirit, so Duanmu Jiro is so arrogant.

"Master, what are you talking about to him? Hurry up and kill this Japanese devil!"

"It's so hateful. In my Chinese territory, why are you a little Japanese crazy?"

"Master, use your dragon claw hand to torture him to death!"

All the Chinese were angry and looked at Duanmu Jiro with anger on his face.

Duanmu Jiro pointed to the Chinese present and said, "Do you Chinese just know how to yell? You are a person who comes up and fights me!"

Click.

Another crack sound came out, and a good floor tiles were directly shattered by the thin monk Kongzhi.

The skinny monk Kongzhi walked to the center of the hall and clasped his hands and said, "Donor, are you a guest coming from afar, so you should take action first."

Duanki Jiro has learned a lot. He will not yell at the other party to take action first like Nakajimamura's stick.

Bang.

Duanki Jiro slapped Duanki Jiro on the chest with a dull sound, and the thin monk smiled from beginning to end and did not take Duanki Jiro seriously.

"What? It's okay?" Duanmu Jiro's face changed drastically. He used all his strength again and slapped the thin monk Kongzhi in the chest.

The thin monk Kongzhi smiled and said, "Donor, do you still need to compare?"

Duanmu Jiro swallowed his saliva and said with a look of fear: "You...you! What kind of kung fu is this? How could he have such a strong defense?"

"Shaolin Golden Bell Cover!" said the thin monk Kong Zhi clasped his hands together.

Duanmu Jiro quickly clasped his fists and said half-kneeling: "I just said nothing, please forgive me."

"It's great to know that mistakes can improve. Please ask the donor in the future..." Just as the thin monk was about to step forward to support Duankijiro, Duankijiro suddenly raised his head, grabbed the flying needle and shot it at the thin monk's face.

Flying needle?

poisonous?!

The fat monk's face changed drastically. He wanted to stop him, but it was too late, so he had to remind him loudly: "Senior Brother, be careful!"

"Tsk tsk, it's too late. Even God can't save you at such a close distance!" Duanmu Jiro laughed and then quickly retreated.

What?!

Looking at the flying needles that were shooting rapidly, the thin monk Kongzhi was unexpectedly unanimous. His golden bell cover had been put away, and it was impossible for him to block these flying needles.

"It's so despicable, the Japanese are so shameless!"

"It's over. It's impossible to avoid the flying needle at such a close distance."

Xia Bingyao and others also began to worry.

And at this moment, a red instinct came, flew over tightly against the thin monk's eyes, and directly bounced away the poisonous flying needles.

Puchi!

A crisp sound came out, and the red shadow finally shot into the marble column.

"Is it the Chixiao Sword?" Xia Qianhan couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Xia Bingyao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This bastard is really here in time."

Seeing that the flying needle was bounced out, Duanmu Jiro was so scared that he shivered all over and turned around and ran towards the door.

"Hmph, you Japanese are so despicable. I tolerate you so much and you are so ignorant, so don't blame me for being ruthless!" Suddenly, the thin monk Kotochi rushed out and slapped Duanmu Jiro's back with a palm. A crack sound was heard, Duanmu Jiro flew up in the air and howled like a pig.

Whoosh!

puff!

And at this moment, the fat monk Kongyu popped up a Buddhist bead. The Buddhist bead was extremely fast and swung through Duanki Jiro's knee.

Duanki Jiro screamed again, fell heavily to the ground, covering his injured knee and howled.

"What a sharp Chixiao Sword?" A hint of greed flashed in the eyes of the bald master who followed the fat monk, and his throat surging involuntarily.

The Chixiao Sword, ranked third among the ten famous ancient swords, is known as the Sword of the Emperor's Dao, and has a different meaning.

The Tu Ye was a little jealous. Why did the Chixiao Sword fall into the hands of a poor man like Tang Long?

"Baga, you won't be able to win, you have a one-on-one fight!" Duanmu Jiro covered his knees and looked at the fat and thin monk with a resentful look on his face.

At this time, Tang Long walked away with a flip-flop, held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and stopped in front of Duanmu Jiro.

Tang Long put his hands in the back pocket, kicked Duanmu Jiro with his feet, and said with a lip: "You little Japanese, you said you want to fight one-on-one, right? OK, I'll fight one-on-one with you!"

"You...you are shameless!" Duanmu Jiro was so angry. Damn, I'm so stupid. How could I fight with someone alone? What's the difference between looking for abuse?

First, Duanmu Jiro broke his back and then the fat monk Kongyu pierced his knee with Buddhist beads. Now Duanmu Jiro can't even stand up, how could he fight Tang Long alone?

Slap sex.

Tang Long kicked Duanmu Jiro's pussy face a few times, and scolded, "You little Japanese, don't stay on the island, run away from my Chinese style. Isn't this arrogance?"

"Well said, the Japanese just deserve a beating."

"That's right, I'll pull my hair in a small place, I'll admit it, be beaten and stand firm!"

Warm applause came from around, and Tang Long waved to everyone like a hero.

Soon, Ye Wenrou rushed in with the police and arranged for someone to take Duanmu Jiro, Nakashima Village and Ichiro Nakashima to the hospital.

In fact, Tang Long is still very afraid of Duanmu Jiro.

Thanks to the two eminent monks from Luohan Hall to take action this time, if it weren't for them, Tang Long might not be Duanmu Jiro's opponent.

At this time, the skinny monk Kongzhi walked forward, clasped his hands and smiled: "Hehe, thank you for helping the donor just now."

Tang Long hugged the Chixiao Sword and said with a frown: "Ha, Master, I saved you just now. Do you have to express something?"

The skinny monk Kongzhi said with a bitter face: "Haha, donor, I don't have it if I want money."

Tang Long narrowed his eyes and said with a thick face: "It's better to talk about money like this, let's be sworn, right?"

As soon as Tang Long said this, the fat and thin monk twitched his lips for a while. Is this guy too thick-skinned?
Chapter completed!