The four stood on the ring, watching out for each other.
Only Huo Chenan was thinking about how to get out. The others were thinking about winning the championship, spending a night with the beauty.
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The fair-faced young man clasped his fists and said, "I am Li Mubai from Gusu. Friends in the martial arts world have given me the nickname of the Deadly Scholar."
He wanted to scare the others away with his reputation, but his wishful thinking did not work. The other two were not afraid of his name at all, and Huo Chenan didn't know the name of the Deadly Scholar at all, and he didn't need to know it, because he wanted to leave anyway.
Then the sloppy beggar held his crutches and clasped his fists and said, "The fourth bag disciple of the Beggar Gang, Wang Feng, known as Iron Crutch Wang in the martial arts world."
"Amitabha." Then the monk clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddhist name, and said, "Poor monk, the Dharma name is Jiese."
After the three of them introduced themselves, they all looked at Huo Chenan.
Huo Chenan had no choice but to smile awkwardly at the three people and said, "My name is Jinling, Huo Yuanjia, and my nicknames are... Others call me the honest and trustworthy young man, the romantic and handsome man, and the arsonist of young girls' hearts. I don't know if these count."
The other three people were all confused when they heard this. What's going on? It seems that no one is serious?
Then Huo Chenan added, "Well, I'm just here to make soy sauce. You guys can do your own thing. I'm waiting for soy sauce for cooking at home. I'll go down first."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. He gave up his right to vote? Many people couldn't help but sigh for him.
The three people on the stage thought that Huo Chenan was scared by his name, so he fled in fear.
It's just that it's not easy to come up, and it's not that easy to go down.
After Huo Chenan said this, he walked towards the white-faced young man, intending to go down from the steps on the side.
The fair-faced young man opened his folding fan with a snap, and stood in front of Huo Chenan. He said coldly: "What do you mean? Why do you want to attack from my side? Do you think I can't beat them?" Huo Chenan was speechless. You want to control me if I attack from that side? He hurriedly said: "No, no! I'll attack from another place." After that, Huo Chenan walked to the other side. "Amitabha. Donor, don't you take us Shaolin monks seriously?" Huo Chenan looked at the big monk in front of him and said awkwardly: "Master, you are joking." Helplessly, Huo Chenan turned to the beggar again, but the beggar gave Huo Chenan a fierce look, as if to say: You can attack from here, try. Well, I can't attack from here? Huo Chenan simply retreated to the corner of the ring, sat on the ground, and acted like he didn't care who he was, thinking: You guys fight, and I'll attack after you're done, right? Sure enough, the other three people no longer paid attention to Huo Chenan. After all, who would pay attention to a "little servant" who gave up right away when there was a strong enemy in front of them.
"Hey," the deadly scholar sneered and said, "You bald donkey, you have already been told to abstain from sex, why are you still making trouble here?"
"Amitabha, I am here to save sentient beings."
"How to save? To persuade prostitutes to become good people?" The deadly scholar continued to mock.
"The Heart Sutra says: Color is emptiness and emptiness is color. In the eyes of this poor monk, no matter how beautiful a face is, it is no different from a rosy skull. For the general public, it will wear down their will. Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will? This poor monk is willing to fight with that rosy skull for three hundred rounds, and use my thirty years of merit to save sentient beings and convert that rosy skull."
After listening to the monk's words, everyone looked at each other.
Huo Chenan couldn't help but complain in his heart: You are talking so righteously, isn't it just that you have been single for thirty years and come out to find a prostitute?
At this time, the beggar said impatiently: "It's useless to say more. If you win, you will be warm and soft. If you lose, get out of here."
The deadly scholar sneered and said, "Dead cripple, I didn't expect you to be so strong-willed."
The beggar was furious when he heard this. The crutch was just a prop for him to beg, and his leg was just injured. It was hateful that the deadly scholar was hurtful.
He shouted loudly and swung his crutch to hit the deadly scholar.
This attack was fierce, and the deadly scholar didn't dare to be arrogant and jumped back quickly.
The beggar hit with his crutch, and wood chips flew in an instant.
The deadly scholar took advantage of the situation to counterattack, and the folding fan in his hand pointed directly at the beggar's head.
Soon, the two sides changed their moves and fought together.
The big monk was also happy to watch the show at this time, just waiting to reap the benefits in the end.
But how could the other two let him go so easily? As the battle progressed, they came to the big monk. The two suddenly changed their tactics and attacked the big monk together.
The big monk calmly stretched out his palms to take the attack of the two.
Then the three of them fought together, and it was difficult to tell who would win for a while.
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Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd below the stage.
"Miss Haitang, it's Miss Haitang."
"Miss Haitang, I love you."
"Miss Haitang, look here."
"Shh~" whistles and shouts came one after another.
At this time, the battle on the ring paused, and everyone looked up at the second floor of Haitang Building.
At this time, a window on the second floor was opened, and a beautiful figure was standing in front of the window.
Miss Haitang had long black hair like a waterfall, and she was dressed coolly. She only wore a thin gauze outside a red bellyband. Her smooth jade-like skin was faintly visible under the gauze. Under the candlelight in the room, those with good eyesight could even see the fluff on her skin.
Her slender waist was just stuck on the edge of the window, so that people could not see her lower body, but it still made people imagine.
Huo Chenan was stunned when he saw Miss Haitang. Isn't this Miss Mudan?
Complex emotions suddenly surged in his heart: Miss Mudan came to Hangzhou, and the once well-known courtesan in Jinling became Haitang, who is now available to everyone?
He couldn't believe his eyes. He still vaguely remembered that the two of them talked to each other on the night of their separation. His intuition told him that Mudan was not such a person.
He didn't believe it. He wanted to find Mudan to ask clearly.
The next moment, Huo Chenan jumped up from the ground. He rushed straight to the beggar closest to him.
Haitang, or Mudan, or Miss Hongxiu, also saw Huo Chenan on the ring. She was excited at first and then embarrassed. Then she saw the person she thought about day and night rushing towards the opponent on the ring like he was desperate.
Although Huo Chenan had learned Sanda, he was still no match for these martial artists who had practiced martial arts for many years. The result was predictable. Huo Chenan was thrown to the ground by the three men like a chicken. But every time he fell, Huo Chenan would stand up. He didn't know if he had ever risked his life for anyone in his life, but at this moment, he was risking his life.