Jin Lun Dharma King didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and tapped Dalba's arm a few times, and then pulled it.
Click! After a few sounds, Dalba's dislocated arm recovered.
"Don't do anything in the past few days, and focus on cultivating yourself." Jinlun Dharma King said.
"Yes, Master, thank you very much for your help." Dalba thanked him respectfully.
Jin Lun Dharma King took a step forward with the golden wheel in hand, looked at Zhou He, and was about to speak, but Zhou He spoke first.
"I said, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk, I'll beat whoever calls me a monk." Zhou He looked around, scanning the so-called 'martial arts heroes'.
To be honest, in this Heroes Conference, only Guo Jing is the only one who can do anything good, the rest are just here to make soy sauce, eat and drink.
When those people saw Zhou He's eyes sweeping over him, they didn't dare to look at him and lowered their heads.
Needless to say, these people will definitely not say that Zhou He is a monk.
"Ahem, at such a young age, you have gained so much strength through cultivation. May I ask, who are you? Where did you learn from?" Jinlun Dharma King coughed twice and said calmly.
"How many times have I been asked to introduce myself to my family? I have already said that my name is Zhou He, Zhou He, Zhou He. Are you pretending not to know or you really didn't hear me?"
"As for where I learned from, I'm sorry, I don't have a master. I just came across a secret book when I was young: Hard Qigong." Zhou He said.
After hearing what Zhou He said, the corner of Jinlun Dharma King's mouth twitched, his face instantly darkened, and the Golden Wheel in his hand became tighter.
"It's such a hard Qigong, so let me give you a lesson."
If a fight breaks out at the slightest disagreement, Jinlun Dharma King will not be used to it.
With a sudden step of his feet, he flew over and swung the golden wheel in his hand to hit Zhou He on the head.
"Why are you bullying me for not having a weapon?" Zhou He looked at the weapon coming at him. He stepped lightly and flew backward to avoid the attack. He was not stupid enough to take it hard.
This Jinlun Dharma King has now practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to the ninth level, and a casual blow can have the power of a thousand catties.
In addition to the inner blessing of Jinlun Dharma King, he also held an iron pestle with five golden wheels in his hand.
If Zhou He had tried to fight hard, he might not lose in terms of strength, but Zhou He's fists would definitely be disabled.
Although his physical strength has been greatly strengthened, he is still not powerful enough to withstand the iron pestle of King Jinlun.
"Which hero can pick up the weapon and use it!" Zhou He shouted towards the outside while dodging.
"Here, I'll lend you my weapon."
Suddenly, a call came, and immediately, an iron rake made of fine iron was thrown over.
"Thank you!" Zhou He caught the rake.
Before Zhou He could see who had borrowed the weapon, the iron pestle in the hand of King Jinlun had already been thrown at him.
"Bang!" a loud noise.
The iron rake and the iron pestle collided, and a violent force burst out from the center of the collision and swept through the surroundings.
The two of them also took four or five steps back due to the huge strength, and each step broke a green brick.
"Hard Qigong is indeed amazing." Jin Lun Dharma King said expressionlessly.
Zhou He's face was extremely serious: "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is indeed worthy of its reputation."
"Here you come!" Jinlun Dharma King rushed towards Zhou He again.
Without saying a word, Zhou He kicked his feet fiercely and rushed towards Jinlun Dharma King quickly.
Before the two of them got close, Zhou He grabbed the iron rake in his hand and swung it away.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang bang..."
A series of collision sounds were heard, and the two people on the field were fighting back and forth.
The weapons of the two men hit the ground from time to time, and a large number of bricks were smashed or a big hole was made.
Such harmonious scenes and destructive power show how powerful the two are.
Except for Guo Jing and a few other people, I'm afraid they won't even be able to take a single move.
"So...so strong."
"Who is this person? Why is it that I have never heard of him, but he is so powerful when he fights?"
"That Jinlun Dharma King is also the national preceptor of Mongolia after all. This He... No, this Zhou He came from nowhere."
"It's too scary. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to catch a single move."
The surrounding heroes were really shocked when they saw the fight between the two.
"What a great momentum."
"What a powerful force!"
Guo Jing and others looked at the two people present with solemn faces.
"However, this Zhou He seems..." Huang Rong seemed to see something.
After a few more moves, Jinlun Dharma King struck hard, knocking Zhou He back.
"It turns out he's just a little boy with some strength. He doesn't know any body skills or moves. He can kill you in three breaths."
King Jinlun sneered and swung the iron pestle in his hand. Suddenly, the five golden wheels of different colors turned into afterimages and headed towards Zhou He.
"Huh?" Zhou He secretly thought, "That's not good." He immediately stopped the rake in front of him.
"Dang, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong!" Five times in a row, the golden wheels hit the iron rake, causing the iron rake to vibrate.
The huge force made Zhou He take half a step back, and he almost dropped the iron rake in his hand.
"Death!" I don't know when, the Jinlun Dharma King actually appeared in front of Zhou He.
The iron pestle in his hand passed through the large gap in the iron rake and pointed directly at Zhou He's heart.
If he was hit this time, even if Zhou He had strong Qigong protection, his heart would not be able to withstand such a powerful attack.
If he followed the previous pattern, he would definitely not be able to evade this move.
However, the sense of danger gained from Alice comes into play.
Zhou He felt a tremor in his heart, and a sense of crisis came over him. Zhou He subconsciously pulled the iron rake to the outside. Then, he saw that the iron rake was restraining the iron pestle.
However, Jinlun Dharma King seemed to have expected it, and he just let go of the iron pestle and ignored it. He turned his body, turned his right hand into a fist, and punched Zhou He's temple.
The iron pestle is the first killing move, and this punch is the second killing move.
The temple is a vital part of a person's body. If he were hit by this punch, with the power of King Jinlun, it goes without saying that Zhou He would definitely die.
Zhou He didn't have time to think too much. He immediately let go of the iron rake in his right hand and quickly blocked it in front of his temple.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound.
Then, Zhou He groaned and flew sideways.
With a "Boom!", Zhou He smashed a stone pillar lamp not far away.
"Tap tap tap!" After the collision, Zhou He staggered back three steps before regaining his balance.
Zhou He felt like the world was spinning for a while, and his eyes were filled with stars. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up.
"Hmph, the reaction is so fast, but you can't escape death."
Killing someone while they are sick is an eternal truth.
Jinlun Dharma King flew by, and at some point he had grabbed the iron pestle in his hand, heading straight towards Zhou He.