Fang Yu felt refreshed when he saw that she valued him so much. Instead of giving this important item to his disciple, he gave it to himself.
Suddenly, he had an idea in his mind. Without thinking about it carefully, he said loudly: "My master is a master in this world and I don't want to fight with you. Send one of you out and make some plans with me first."
If you can beat me, my senior sister will take action. Huh, huh! I hope you are not afraid, and those of you who are sensible should just grab the tail and run away." He said and put the paper bag into his arms.
The five lamas laughed heartily. Although they were quite afraid of the nun in white, how could they take this child to heart?
A lama laughed and said, "With just one palm, I can make you do seventeen or eighty somersaults and make fart gestures!"
Fang Yu took a step forward and said loudly: "Okay, it's up to you to compete with me."
He turned back to Akko and said, "After I defeat him, you will be my wife. You can't deny her."
Akko said: "You can't win, no matter what you say, you won't win."
Fang Yu said: "One man will fight tooth and nail, but ten thousand men cannot do anything. In order to marry you, I have no choice but to fight tooth and nail."
The lama walked a few steps and said with a smile, "Are you really going to compete with me?"
Fang Yu said: "Is there any lie? Let's compete one-on-one. Don't worry, my master will never take action. Will your four senior brothers help you?"
Sang Jie laughed loudly and said, "Of course we won't help."
Fang Yu said: "If I kill him with one punch, will you all swarm him and try to win by relying on more people? Let's talk about it first. If you all come together, I won't be able to defeat him, so my master will have no choice but to take action."
Sang Jie was also really afraid that the nun in white would take action. He thought that several of his junior brothers had died in an unknown way. He didn't know what kind of martial arts this nun was using. He asked one of his junior brothers to fight the child alone first to see how good this nun's martial arts skills were. , which is actually very beneficial.
Sang Jie said, "You two are fighting alone, and neither of you is allowed to help each other."
Fang Yu said: "Someone helped me, and that's the turtle's son, the bastard."
Sang Jie said: "That's right. If someone wants to help, it's the turtle daughter bastard."
Sang Jie was both highly skilled in martial arts and very clever. Seeing that the nun in white and A Ke were both women, he changed the "turtle son bastard" to "turtle daughter bastard" to prevent the other party from becoming a turtle son anyway and take action. Help.
Fang Yu smiled and said: "Very good, your great lama is very shrewd, I admire you very much."
Sang Jie said: "You take a few more steps."
He saw that Fang Yu was still close to the haystack, and he was afraid that the nun in white would stick to his vest and secretly transfer his skills, and his junior brother would be unable to withstand the enemy.
Fang Yudao: "We Han people are fair and aboveboard. If we win, we should gain glory. If we lose, we should lose. Is there any reason to cheat?"
The nun in white whispered: "Xiaobao, you can't win. It's just a pretense of fighting. Just grab the horse and run away."
Fang Yu said, "Yes." He took three steps and was already about ten feet away from the haystack. Sang Jie nodded when he saw that the nun in white could no longer secretly help him.
The lama also walked up a few steps, stood opposite him, and asked with a smile: "How do you compare?"
Fang Yu said: "Writing can also be used, martial arts can also be used."
The lama smiled and said: "What is Wenbi like? What is Wubi like?"
Fang Yu said: "Wenbi, I punch you once, and you punch me again. I punch you again, and you punch me again. I punch you seven or eighty times until someone falls down.
When you hit me, I can't dodge or give in, nor can I parry. I can only stand upright, use up my inner strength, and take your punch. When I hit you, you do the same. If it's a martial arts competition, then the competition is Be it weapons, fists or feet, you can naturally dodge and parry, run and jump."
Sang Jie thought to himself: "This naughty boy is very agile. If he jumps around, his junior brother will not be able to hit him for a while. If he is confident, he must have some tricks up his sleeve. Most likely he will jump to the side of the haystack, attracting his junior brother to chase him."
That nun will suddenly plot in the haystack, but if it is Wenbi, his little fist, even if he hits the junior brother with seventy or eighty punches, it will only scratch an itch."
He shouted in Tibetan: "Compete with him, don't hurt him. The longer you fight with him, the better, so that you can see clearly."
His martial arts skills."
Fang Yu said: "Your senior brother is afraid that you can't defeat me, so I will teach you to surrender, right?"
The lama laughed and said: "You kid is talking nonsense. Brother saw that you were pitiful and asked me not to hit you to death. I'm sorry that you are young and have limited skills with weapons and fists. I won't take advantage of this, so we can
Let’s compare literary works.”
Fang Yu said: "Okay!"
Fang Yu puffed up his chest, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Punch me first. If I dodge and parry, I can't be considered a hero."
The lama smiled and said, "You are a child, so of course you hit me first." Then he followed his example and put his hands behind his back and held out his chest.
Although he was more than a head taller than Fang Yu, he had a smile on his face and showed no concern for the little naughty boy. Fang Yu stretched out his left fist, just reaching his lower abdomen, and made a comparison.
When the five lamas saw his little fist, they all laughed.
Fang Yu said: "Okay! I'll fight!"
The lama didn't dare to be too disappointed, for fear that he would be taught by someone else and have unique internal energy, so he immediately channeled a burst of internal energy into his lower abdomen.
Fang Yu's left sleeve suddenly flew out, his fist was hidden in the sleeve, and he punched him silently on the left side of the chest. Sang Jie and the others laughed again when they saw how weak the punch was.
Before the laughter stopped, he saw the lama swaying, and Fang Yu said, "Now you've hit me."
The lama suddenly fell to the ground and remained motionless. Sangjie and others were shocked and ran out together.
Fang Yu retreated to the haystack and shouted: "Stop, whoever comes over is the turtle lama bastard."
The four lamas stopped immediately and saw that the lama was still motionless. Either he was seriously injured by holding his breath, or he was dead. The four people opened their mouths wide, and they were shocked and speechless.
Fang Yu raised his fists above his head and said: "The Kung Fu my master taught me is called "Bull Fighting Fist across the Mountain". Even a big black bull can be killed with one punch, let alone a little lama? Who is dissatisfied? Come again."
Have a taste!"
Fang Yu whispered: "Ake's wife, you can't help me?"
Akko was extremely surprised to see that with such an understatement of his punch, he actually beat this tall and powerful lama to the ground.
Fang Yu smiled and said: "Haha, you agreed, good wife.
"Ake said angrily: "No."
Fang Yu said: "You are cheating again, you are not a hero."
Akko said: "If it's not, then it's not, so what?"
The nun in white saw that after Fang Yu punched the lama in the heart, blood oozed from the lama's chest, and after shaking a few times, he fell down.
She thought for a moment and realized that there was a dagger hidden in Fang Yu's sleeve. In fact, it was not a punch, but a sword aimed at the opponent's heart. This dagger was extremely sharp. Let alone stabbing a person, it was made of steel.
Poke it in.
Fang Yu first compared his fists with his left hand, allowing others to see him using his fists. He used his dagger and then immediately hid it, with both fists raised high, leaving no one suspicious.
Sangjie called the lama several times, but received no reply. He was surprised and puzzled for a moment. A thin lama pulled out his sword and shouted: "Little devil, even if your boxing skills are good, what's the matter? Lord Buddha is here to compete with you on swordsmanship."
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He thought to himself that this child had been taught by a master, and his internal strength and fist strength were indeed extraordinary, but his fist strength was useless against him in a sword fight.
Fang Yu said: "You can also compete with swordsmen, come here!"
The lama did not dare to come near and shouted: "If you have the guts, come here."
Fang Yu said: "If you have the guts, come here!"
The lama said: "One, two, three! Everyone take three steps."
Fang Yu said: "Okay! One, two, three!" He took three steps.
The lama also took three steps forward, and danced his sword into a ball of white light, protecting the upper plate, just in case he suddenly used the "Bull Fighting Fist across the Mountain".
Fang Yu smiled and said, "You don't have to be afraid, I won't hit you with my divine fist."
The lama could not believe it, but he still danced his sword so loudly that it whirled in the wind and shouted: "Quickly draw the sword!"
Fang Yu smiled and said, "I've practiced it
I have mastered the magic head-protecting skill of "King Kong Gate". You can try it by cutting a knife on my head. I guarantee that your big knife will rebound and cut off your own bald head. I will explain it clearly to you first, so that you will not be fooled."
The lama was doubtful, and saw that he killed his senior brother with a single punch. His martial arts skills were indeed unfathomable, and he did not dare to step forward rashly, let alone raise his knife to chop off his head.
Fang Yu said: "Your martial arts skills are too low. I will never fight back. But you can only chop off my head, but you can chop off my chest. I am young and have not yet mastered the magical body-protecting skills on my chest. You slashed my chest with one knife."
, you must kill me."
The lama looked at him sideways and asked, "Are you really not afraid of having your head chopped off by a knife?"
Fang Yu took off his hat and said: "Look, my braid has been broken. My hair is getting shorter and shorter. The magic skills on the top of my head and neck have been practiced. When there are no hairs left, you will chop me down."
My chest is no longer afraid."
He became a monk in Shaolin Temple and Qingliang Temple, and his hair was shaved. At this time, it was only over an inch long.
At that time, except for monks and those who were born bald, all men wore braids. He had only one inch of hair on his head, which was really rare in the world.
As for his hair getting shorter and shorter, he remembered the scene when he saw Wu Yingxiong's "Golden Summit Sect" entourage that day in Prince Kang's mansion.
The lama saw it and became more convinced. He also knew that there was indeed a "golden dome gate" in martial arts and that iron-tou kung fu was very powerful. He said, "I don't believe your head can withstand my knife."
Fang Yu said: "I advise you not to try it. If the knife rebounds, your life will be ruined."
The lama said: "I don't believe it! Stand still, I will chop you!" He raised his sword.
When Fang Yu saw the flash of the knife, he felt indescribably scared. He thought that if he really slashed his head with the knife, not to mention splitting his head in two, his body would also be cut in half...
It's just that firstly, he can't really fight with this lama, there is no way to escape except by cheating; secondly, he likes gambling, and bets that the lama will not dare to chop off his head and neck after hearing his threats.