Ye Feng stopped everyone and scolded in a deep voice.
Wang Bin lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Brother Feng, I...what's wrong with me?"
"You have the nerve to ask Brother Feng? You just stared at that woman when you came on stage, as if you hadn't seen a woman in eight hundred years! How embarrassing!"
Zhang Qilong said contemptuously: "If you ask me, you are not here to participate in the martial arts competition, you are obviously here to kill someone!"
"What? Wait a minute, you mean, I lost?"
Wang Bin was stunned.
He seemed confused about what just happened.
I don’t know if it’s just an act or if it’s true.
Zhang Qilong's eyes suddenly widened, he waved his hand and called out to all the brothers: "Damn it! This guy is hopeless. Just bring a few people and carry him to the crematorium and burn him."
Seeing the brothers who are about to take action,
Wang Bin hurriedly begged for mercy and said: "Hey, hey, if you have something to say, please tell me. Don't be impulsive, please let me slowly recall..."
Zhang Qilong smiled and said, "You're just reminiscing. You just look at people's big breasts! You're still making hair, let me see how you make it!"
Wang Bin suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.
He also didn’t expect that his 888 would meet an 887 King Kong Barbie!
I was completely immersed in fantasy at that time, and I almost even thought about what to name the child.
I didn't even hear the sound of the gong or the referee's call to start the contest.
Just when everyone was making a fuss.
On the radio in the square, there was another message informing the next round of warriors to go to the ring to prepare for the battle.
Ye Feng turned around abruptly.
I happened to see a warrior with a particularly eye-catching figure walking towards Arena No. 20, which was closest to the medical station.
This person is none other than Shatuluo, the wandering monk of the Nine Precepts, whom Ye Feng has always been interested in.
The other party was still dressed as when he first saw him, and even the giant weapon he carried on his shoulders seemed to have grown on his shoulders, and his position had not changed in any way.
"Stop making trouble and go watch the main event."
Ye Feng said lightly.
Then he walked towards Arena No. 20.
Zhang Qilong, Wang Bin and others looked up one after another and saw Shatuluo.
Everyone follow closely.
Zhang Qilong asked: "Brother Feng, what's the highlight? Are you talking about the strong monk?"
Wang Bin stretched out his swollen head like a pig's head and said scornfully: "You damn monk, I told you to read more books and gain knowledge. If you don't listen, now you are going to be blind. I'm still a monk!"
"Isn't it a monk? You seem to understand very well!"
Zhang Qilong asked back with an unhappy look.
"Of course not, let me tell you, he is not a monk, but the legendary wandering monk!"
Wang Bin said with a serious face.
At the end of the word "Wandering Monk", the sound was deliberately lengthened, making it look very mysterious.
Sure enough, all the fellow disciples around him were intrigued by Wang Bin's appearance.
"Senior Brother Wang Bin, what is a wandering monk?"
"Yes, you know so much, tell us quickly."
"..."
Everyone looked at Wang Bin with curiosity.
Even Zhang Qilong is no exception.
Wang Bin immediately pretended to be profound and said: "This wandering monk has a long story. It is said that more than 800 years ago, a great monk from the Tang Dynasty returned from the West..."
"Wait a minute, are you going to talk about Journey to the West? And wasn't the Tang Dynasty more than 1,400 years ago?"
Zhang Qilong keenly discovered that there was a problem with this.
"Ahem, Qilong, you don't know something about this."
Wang Bin was not confused at all and said calmly:
"First of all, I'm not talking about Journey to the West."
"Secondly, the eminent monk I mentioned was indeed in the Tang Dynasty when he went to the West, but when he came back, the Tang Dynasty was already dead. However, his household registration was still in the Tang Dynasty, so he is said to be an eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty."
After hearing these well-founded words, Zhang Qilong was immediately impressed.
But there was another junior brother next to him who couldn't help but wonder: "One thousand fourteen minus eight hundred, he lived to be six hundred years old?"
Wang Bin nodded crisply: "Yes, otherwise, why would you call him an eminent monk?"
"Oh, it turns out that's the case, and it makes sense. Then go on."
"Later this eminent monk..."
Wang Bin talked eloquently,
If it weren't for the swollen face like a pig's head, it would really look a bit worthless.
Otherwise, give him a fan, he will definitely have the perfect storyteller temperament.
Even some warriors passing by couldn't help but stop, leaned over and listened with great interest.
When Ye Feng saw this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Wang Bin is really an old man.
Except for the things about the wandering monk that I heard from Wu Maorong two days ago, I just told them in detail.
In the front and back parts, I also added a lot of jokes myself,
At first glance, it sounds like a bizarre story.
But in fact, this guy is just making it up!
"Tsk, tsk, senior brother Wang Bin, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable and talented!"
"I used to think that Senior Brother Wang Bin would be able to make calculations, but I didn't expect that he has such a thorough understanding of historical and humanistic stories."
"I really admire him. It seems that in the future we will have to learn from Senior Brother Wang Bin and read more books."
"..."
Wang Bin gradually lost himself amid the praise and adoration from the people around him.
He said with a backhand: "It's just drizzle. Although my talent in martial arts is average, Wang Bin, in terms of knowledge, there are not many people in this square who are better than me."
Zhao Lin quickly asked: "Senior Brother Wang Bin, how knowledgeable are you?"
Wang Bin was slightly startled, but this actually stopped him.
He hesitated and said: "Well...how should I put it? It must be at least as high as an eight-story building!"
"Wow, that's really high."
Zhao Lin and all his fellow apprentices were immediately in admiration.
Even Zhang Qilong is no exception.
He is a pure martial artist, and his academic qualifications are comparable to those of a junior high school graduate.
In terms of knowledge, I really have to admire Wang Bin in front of me.
He graduated from a vocational and technical high school, and he still has a certificate!
at this time,
On the 20th stage, the wandering monk Shatuluo appeared.
The iron steps leading up to the stage made a faint creaking sound under the weight of the two-meter-tall body.
It seemed like it was almost unbearable.
It bends down visibly to the naked eye.
"Holy shit! How much does this... this person weigh? Isn't it more than a thousand pounds?"
"A person weighs a thousand pounds, that's ridiculous! There must be something wrong with the quality of the ladder."
"Reconsideration! The Wushu Association definitely received kickbacks!"
"..."
Wang Bin and others were stunned by the scene they saw in front of them.
The other warriors around him couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Ye Feng said calmly: "It is indeed impossible for a person to be that heavy, but it makes it different with the weapons wrapped in gray cloth on his shoulders."
"weapon?"
Only then did Zhang Qilong and others turn their attention to the shoulders of the wandering monk Shatu Luo.
This weapon is the same size as Kshatura and is surprisingly large.
It must be at least 1.5 meters away. Although it is wrapped with gray cloth, it can be seen that the width is also upwards of 20 centimeters.
At first glance, it looks like it is carrying a board.
And they estimate,
Even if Kshatura's figure weighs two to three hundred kilograms, the weapons on his shoulders must weigh at least eight hundred kilograms.
If there were no other tricks, it would be terrible!
"Brother Feng, look, this wandering monk's opponent is an acquaintance!"
Wang Bin suddenly reminded him and pointed to the ring.