Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 33
There was a moment of silence in the arena, and Mo Qiu was never expected to be so forthright.

But there are many people who practice martial arts who are not afraid of anything, and there are not many people who want to make a name for themselves. Even one person jumped out and shouted: "This is the blood shadow mad knife, Du Hai, I am here to ask for advice." One two!"

The man was holding a gold-threaded big ring knife, and there was a scar like a centipede on his face, and the scar twisted as he spoke, like a living thing.

Don't talk about anything else, just this image, it's okay to scare a child to cry at night.

It's just that he is only seven feet tall, and he is a bit thin. Even if he is full of fierceness, he still looks a bit petite in front of Mo Qiu, who is more than nine feet tall.

"Blood Shadow Crazy Saber Du Hai, in order to avenge his friends, chased and killed horse bandits thousands of miles away, and finally killed the enemy with blood with his own hands! He was bestowed the title of Crazy Saber by people in the world."

Among the crowd, a small number of people who were familiar with Du Hai's deeds immediately began to cheer, and some martial arts masters showed disdain, but still deliberately revealed the opponent's skills.

Without him, I have already lost once, and I have to let the students under my hands understand that it's really not that I can't do it, it's that Mo Qiu is too evil.

The more challenges, the greater the fame, the better, so that these losers can wash away the humiliation of losing first.

"Please."

Mo Qiu didn't move, signaling Du Hai to do whatever he wanted.

"Hey!"

With a stern shout, Du Hai didn't dare to be negligent, and he just raised the golden silk big ring knife in his hand.

In an instant, Mo Qiu moved.

Its figure moves like a ghost, and arrives first at a speed that is completely inconsistent with his tall physique. Before the big ring knife falls, it has already landed on Du Hai's chest.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Du Hai stepped back seven steps in a row, and the gold-threaded big ring knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, his face turned pale for a while, and his breathing was even more rapid.

His blood energy has not been completely raised, but it has been slapped away by Mo Qiu's palm!
It's just one trick, and the judge will be judged!

"Accepted." Mo Qiu bowed his hands in greeting.

Du Hai's face turned pale for a while, and his chest was extremely stuffy. He was the first to go on stage, and it was impossible to say that he didn't have confidence in himself.

However, facts speak louder than words, with just one palm, he didn't even have the strength to lift a knife, how could he not know that the other party was showing mercy?

"Your Excellency, I'm afraid that you already have the status of a master, so I won't be wronged." Du Hai didn't make trouble, and simply admitted defeat.

The ones who were dissatisfied were the onlookers who had just raised their interest. What they were waiting for was not a thrilling and thrilling fight at all, and they booed immediately.

"Is this the virtue of Blood Shadow Crazy Knife? Go up and get slapped and give up? I can do it!"

"A showman? I haven't heard of this name before. I don't know which mountain nest I jumped out of. I'm used to domineering in the mountains. When I go to the imperial capital, I still think of myself as the number one person."

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

With so many people onlookers, not all of them have martial arts skills, and most of them just heard the news and came to watch the fun.

On the contrary, many men with knives on their bodies already looked cautious and uncertain.

With the speed that Mo Qiu showed just now, they were just humiliating themselves, they couldn't even see clearly, how could they block it?
"But is there any friend who wants to come and learn from each other?"

Mo Qiu's eyes circled around, but he didn't stop those who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

He came here today to discuss the Dao, and in discussing the Dao, you must show enough strength before someone is willing to listen to you sincerely.

There is no turning back when the bow is opened, and he is ready.

"The imperial capital is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but you are not a grand master, so you have to weigh it again."

A bald head stood up, holding a Zen staff, it turned out to be a monk!
The monk himself was not surprised, but what was surprising was that he was still gnawing on the chicken leg with his other hand, and his mouth was full of greasy food.

"Don't understand the Zen master?"

The knowledgeable people immediately told the monk's background, and he was very surprised. He didn't expect even this one to come!
Today's saints seek immortality and ask questions, but they only love Taoism and don't love Buddhism, and even alchemists and the like are high above them. Ordinary monks can't even drink soup.

Only this Zen master Buwu has some real kung fu, and he was summoned by Emperor Zongming. In the imperial capital, his strength and reputation far surpassed that of the previous Blood Shadow Crazy Saber.

He escaped into Buddhism only because his family had no money and food to eat when he was young, so he repeatedly broke the rules and regulations after entering the monastery.

He simply took the word "buwu" for himself, and said that he has not broken the tastes of the world, but it can be regarded as a lot of chic and happy.

Zen Master Buwu threw the Zen stick to the people beside him in two steps, chewed up the chicken legs in three or two bites, and swallowed the bones, and wiped his greasy palms nonchalantly on his body.

"Come on, let me try too."

Zen Master Buwu stepped forward, and just as soon as he finished speaking, he punched unceremoniously. The faint sound of a tiger's roar burst out from Zen Master Wuwu's body, and ordinary people's hearts trembled when they heard it.

Crouching Tiger Arhat Boxing, the authentic top-grade martial art of Buddhism, only those who are far beyond ordinary people can't practice it!
There is no doubt that he has practiced it to a great height, the sound of the tiger roaring in his body is the best proof.

This punch was more than twenty years of hard work!

"Good punch!"

Mo Qiu's eyes also brightened, the shadow of the fist seemed to be pressing down on the top of a mountain, and a fierce tiger was rushing towards him, both in terms of momentum and the movement of the body, it had reached its peak.

If you don't realize the Zen master, at least you have achieved great success in practicing viscera!
However, Mo Qiu didn't take a step back, instead he bullied himself forward, facing the pressure that was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, he swung an unremarkable punch.

"boom!"

When the two fists collided, the ground trembled for a moment, and there was a crackling sound in the air.

Zen Master Buwu retreated three steps in a row, his face flushed slightly.

Mo Qiu recovered with just a sway of his body, and was about to take the initiative to make a move when he saw Zen Master Buwu waved his hands repeatedly.

Zen Master Buwu said very directly: "No more fights, no more fights, I admit defeat."

"Master, you just punched him once, why didn't you hit him?" the person who recognized him asked curiously.

"Didn't you see that you can't beat me? I'm asking for trouble and making a fool of myself. You think I'm a fool?" Zen Master Buwu gave the man an angry look with his big eyes.

Fuhu Arhat Fist is known for its fierceness and unparalleled strength. Those who can catch his full blow without retreating must have a few points more blood than him!
Even if there is a real knife and real gun fight, it will not get any good in the end, so why bother to watch it again like a monkey?
He didn't care about other people's eyes, he knew that Mo Qiu's weight was enough.

"Assigned."

Mo Qiu nodded slightly, and it seemed a little pleasing to the Zen Master if he didn't realize it.

In a real fight, he would naturally be able to take it down, but it would undoubtedly take a lot of effort, which was not conducive to the situation he hoped to create.

Gu Dan, who was watching the excitement, looked at Zen Master Buwu curiously. Although the kung fu in the opponent's hand was just a punch, how could it be similar to Xiong Qihu's?
Even the roar of a tiger is very similar!
The difference is only one is from the inside out, and the other is simply based on the wind.

"But is there any friend who wants to learn from each other?"

Mo Qiu asked again without stopping.

This time, the audience was finally silent, and no one jumped out to question whether Zen Master Buwu was invited by him.

After all, Zen Master Buwu was summoned by Emperor Guo Zongming, so such a person would never do such indecent things.

Mo Qiu asked three times in a row, but no one jumped out to challenge him.

"It seems that the big guys have recognized my martial arts."

Mo Qiu said with a smile: "Then I will be bold and tell you about my philosophy for your comments."

(End of this chapter)