The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 116 The Little Buddhist Monk

At this time, the arena was surrounded by gongs and drums, and there were so many people that it was impossible to squeeze.

When Chu Linyang came over just now, he was really taken aback. Since he came to Dafeng, he hadn't seen such a lively scene for many years.

If you look around casually, you can see that many people are standing on the top of the building, which is an excellent place to watch movies, but the image of Beifeng Howling is a bit unsatisfactory.

It seems that they are all children of the rivers and lakes, from small families, and their image can't be taken care of in front of such a wonderful fight. Of course, it may also be due to their lack of money.

Chu Linyang walked to a four-story restaurant. The location of this restaurant was perfect, close to the ring, one side was facing the ring, and one could clearly see even a single hair of the people on the stage.

But at this time, for some reason, the lower three floors were full, while the fourth floor was relatively sparsely populated, which aroused his interest.

Walking to the door, a sharp-eyed young man jogged forward and greeted warmly: "Dear guest, please come inside. The guest officer must be here to see the eminent monks in the Western Regions. Our restaurant is in a great location, and you can take a look at it." Satisfied!"

Chu Linyang nodded, and followed the young man into the lobby, the young man was eloquent all the way, without stopping.After arriving in the lobby, the servant asked with a smile on his face, "Which floor do you want to go to?"

"Oh, how many floors do you want to go up?" Chu Linyang asked with interest.

"Haha, guest officer, because there are too many people, our restaurant specially introduced a rule. The first floor is normal consumption, the second floor has a minimum consumption of ten taels of silver, the third floor is 20 taels, and the highest fourth floor is 50 taels of silver." Two, of course everything is up to you to choose."

The boy's smile remained unchanged, and he introduced enthusiastically.

I tm shouted a good guy, the minimum consumption was made by you, the fourth floor is more than twice as expensive as the third floor, VVVIP, right?This made Chu Linyang, who had never enjoyed it in his previous life, very satisfied. It is not a problem if he can get it done with money. Now he is poor and only has money left.

Immediately, he took out a ten tael gold ingot and threw it to the boy, and said flatly, "Go to the fourth floor! The rest will be rewarded to you."

The boy's eyes suddenly brightened, his body stood up straight, his face could not conceal the ecstasy, and he sang loudly: "A distinguished guest on the fourth floor! A reward of 50 taels of silver!"

Then, starting from the first floor, the song was sung from floor to floor, attracting the curious eyes of many people in the building. The rows of rich people filled up, Chu Linyang nodded in satisfaction, the money was worth it, let’s go Ready to go upstairs.

Suddenly he paused when he went upstairs, looked at the servant with a smile and asked, "By the way, don't those bad-tempered quacks make trouble when you act like this?"

"Oh, it's not going to be noisy, but we have an official background behind us, so it goes straight to the top. The watchmen have to give our boss three points of face. After arresting a wave of people, the rest will be in order. " said the boy nodding his head.

There is another meaning in the words, everyone who comes here must be sensible, don't think about reneging on debts, otherwise there will be no good fruit to eat.

Chu Linyang nodded knowingly. It's been the same everywhere since ancient times. In the most benevolent place in the capital, you are too embarrassed to say hello to people without the support of a few big bosses behind you.

When you go up to the fourth floor, the whole style immediately rises. The space is spacious and bright, and the magnificent room is fresh and elegant.The people who come and go are all extraordinary people.

With a glance, he collided with the eyes of several middle-aged men dressed as introverted quacks, and naturally withdrew his eyes and turned his head to look at the outer observation deck, and met two pairs of inexplicable eyes.

"You two, what a coincidence!" Chu Linyang smiled, stepped between the two, and watched the fight on the ring from top to bottom.

That's right, they are the adopted sons of the two Wei Yuan whom they just met.

The one on the left is Yang Yan, a man with a paralyzed face, and the one on the right is Nangong Qianrou, a feminine man. They looked away, ignored Chu Linyang, and continued to watch the fight on the ring with a blank expression.

At this time, a young man in a strong outfit happened to be dragging his hands with swelling and bleeding, and he stepped off the ring with an ugly face. It was obvious that using his own flesh and blood against the young monk's invincible body was really a smashing egg Stone, overreaching.

But this also sets up a model for the challengers behind, without the cultivation level of copper skin and iron bones, I advise you not to use bare hands.

At this time, the audience booed and was very disappointed. He didn't move and let you beat him. In the end, he didn't lose a single hair. Instead, he was injured, which is embarrassing.

"Let me meet you!"

A cold voice sounded, followed by a burly young swordsman holding a goose-winged knife, stepping vigorously, pushing away the crowd step by step, and walked onto the ring without haste, with a faint murderous look permeating the air When it opened, goose bumps appeared on the skin of everyone who was close to the ring.

The onlookers, who were booing in disappointment just now, suddenly became excited, with cold faces and firm and powerful steps.This young man seems to be a master, at least in appearance, he is much better than the crooked melon and cracked dates in front of him, and he doesn't know which famous school he is a disciple of.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

"Hey, this martial artist is not bad, his eyes are piercing, it is clear that he has become a god of refinement, and he is using a sharp knife to kill, maybe you can take a look."

Chu Linyang supported the guardrail with his hands, and said with a faint smile.

"No play." Yang Yan, a man with a paralyzed face, remained motionless, and said two words abruptly.

"It's no fun, but at least it should make little monk Jing Si feel a little bit more embarrassed."

Nangong Qianrou's tone was indifferent, but she liked to argue, but she didn't believe it either.

The Vajra magic of Buddhism is indeed extraordinary. The little monk Jingsi may not be of high grade, but his defensive power has surpassed the sixth-grade copper-skinned iron bone of a martial artist. It is not easy for the younger generation to break through.

Coming to the stage, the swordsman in green clasped his fists and said indifferently: "Jianzhou Wuxuan, I'm here to ask for advice!"

"Benefactor please!"

The little monk Jingsi clasped his hands together, standing tall and fearless.

Wu Xuan, the swordsman in Tsing Yi, remained indifferent, his right hand slowly grasped the handle of the knife, and the momentum on the field suddenly became dignified.

The next moment, the saber was out of its sheath, and he was running his body, walking with the saber, a cold light flashed, and the seemingly understatement of the saber had already penetrated within three feet of the little monk Jingsi.

But at this moment, the disease suddenly accelerated, and the blade slashed towards Jingsi's head amidst a series of roars that sounded like wind and thunder.

"when!"

With the sound of a bell ringing, such a fierce knife still couldn't shake the little monk, and was blocked by King Kong Bubai.

But the swordsman in Tsing Yi also expected that the knife would come back in vain. He cleverly used the counter-shock and added three points of remaining force, and the knife slashed towards every part of Jingsi's body like rain. Fast and powerful.

"Dang squeak."

Then there was the sound of a blunt object hitting the copper bell, followed by a sharp sound that pierced the eardrum, and then the Qi machine spread outward in circles.Waves of air were like a frenzy, blowing away the nearby crowd.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi slashed 28 knives at the little monk Jingsi in an instant. When everything was calm, everyone took a closer look. The swordsman in Tsing Yi and the young monk were standing on the ring, and the knife in the hands of the swordsman in Tsing Yi was only the handle. , and the golden body of the little monk is still as bright as ever.

High judgment.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi glanced at the handle of the knife in his hand, his face darkened, and he clasped his fists together: "Buddhist King Kong has a well-deserved reputation, I lost."

Then he jumped off the ring and left without looking back.

　Thank you for your support.

　　Thanks to the book friend Qiqing for the sword.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)