In the morning, Xiaolin got up and recalled that yesterday the master had transmitted his true energy and internal energy to himself. He was afraid that his master would be physically discomfort, so he came to the master's room after washing. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a loud voice behind him saying, "Mingyue, how do you feel today?" Xiaolin looked back and saw that it was his master Ouyang Zhonghui. Although Ouyang Zhonghui did not see the bright style of the past, he was still energetic. Xiaolin quickly said, "Master, do you feel unwell?" Ouyang Zhonghui smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as you defeat Nangong Qiang today, my hard work will not be in vain."

As he was talking, someone asked everyone to eat something and go to the ring. Xiaolin and Ji Yun hurriedly ate something, and then went to the ring field with everyone. The time was not long, and someone announced: "The ring competition began the next day." As soon as he finished speaking, someone came on the stage. Everyone looked at the ring and couldn't help but be stunned. There was a man with a low figure, white and tender skin, and wearing glasses standing there. From the outside, he looked at him, and he looked very gentle and kind, like a teacher. What was surprising was that he was holding a thick book in his hand. Xiaolin and other heroes were shocked at the sight. The person who came was not someone else, but Song Kun, the head of the eight guardians of the national teacher.

This Song Kun is not simple. It can rank first among the many guardians, and it is definitely not what he looks like on the outside. As for his special skills, no one in the outside world knows that the martial saint Nangong Qiang, who ranked last, had fought with him for a long time yesterday, and almost died, let alone Song Kun. The heroes were covered with a dark cloud in their hearts. It seems that today is more difficult to fight than yesterday.

Seeing Song Kun on the stage, someone was talking about it in the audience. Suddenly someone shouted: "Four-eyed dog, don't be rampant, see if I will beat you." After that, a big black man rushed onto the stage. This man stood on the stage, twice as tall as Song Kun, making him look pitiful. The man crossed his hands in front of his chest and said, "Four-eyed dog, kowtow to me quickly. Even if you lose, you will win. If you don't look embarrassed, what do you think?" Song Kun smiled and said, "

Young people should speak civilizedly, and they can speak wildly, and they will be rude to your teacher not educate you well. Today I will teach you a lesson for him." After saying that, he took a step forward, and no one in the audience saw clearly what was going on. The man flew down the ring sideways, and someone reached out to pick him up. Unexpectedly, the inertia of this person fell to break the bones and tendons that broke the bones and tendons of the person who took him, and died on the spot like the person who came on stage. In just a blink of an eye, two lives were gone.

There was a chaos in the audience, and suddenly someone said, "Song Kun, don't be arrogant, I will meet you in Linkong." The one who came up was the third of the three famous monks of Shaolin Temple, Elder Linkong. In just a moment, the two lives disappeared. Linkong knew that ordinary warriors would die when they went up. Song Kun, the first of the eight guardians of the national master, is definitely not an idiot. Although he was unsure of whether he could defeat Song Kun, Master Linkong still stepped onto the arena. When Song Kun saw that he was the third of the three famous monks of Shaolin Temple, he smiled and said, "Master, don't you be fine? Sorry, please let me go on stage in person today." Linkong knew that this guy was a hypocrite. Although he was gentle and kind, she was actually cruel and ruthless. He knew from his actions just now. Linkong said, "Don't be polite, please."

After saying a word, he walked through the door and strided his way to the Shaolin Portal. Song Kun smiled and said, "Master, look at the fist." He said that at that time, he said, look at the fist. Song Kun's fist arrived. Shaolin Temple's kung fu was hard skill. Linkong saw the fist and hit him. He dodged to the side and wanted to avoid him, but who knew that his fist would turn. Just as Linkong dodged, Song Kun's fist suddenly turned to Linkong. Linkong could not dodge him anymore. Although this punch had been turned, its power was written down by one fifth, but the remaining four-fifths hit Linkong. Linkong was the three famous monks of Shaolin Temple. He had two kung fu protection skills, and he still beat Linkong three or four meters away. He hurriedly grabbed the railing of the ring, and almost didn't fall below the ring.

Although he didn't fall under the ring, Linkong felt like his whole body was dispersed, and his internal organs were as painful as he was overturning. He immediately bulged a blood bubble as big as a fist. Linkong hurriedly pressed the blood rushing up with his true energy. Song Kun said, "How about old man, why don't we bet today?" This guy was so angry that he clearly beat the person like this, and he still said something shamelessly unpleasant. Linkong hit the fire upwards, and he roared: "Song Kun, look at the fist." Linkong had already put life and death aside, which was obviously desperate. He saw Linkong jump forward and hit Song Kun in the air. At this time, he pressed the weight of his body on his fist. When Song Kun saw it, he just raised his foot and kicked Linkong into the audience.

When everyone saw Linkong kicking off the ring by Song Kun, there was a chaos under the stage. Many people rushed over and reached out to catch Linkong. Due to the great inertia, the people who picked him fell to the ground almost without exception. However, they still saved Linkong's life. An Daoquan hurried over to heal Linkong's injuries. In the short time of the smoke, two people were knocked off the ring. Especially the elder Linkong and one of the three famous monks in Shaolin Temple were in front of Song Kun's eyes.

Before he even passed two rounds, he was knocked off the stage. He immediately caused a panic on and off the stage. Elder Linhui on the stage saw his junior brother defeat so badly, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. He wanted to go down and see what happened, but sitting here, he could not leave, let alone express something. There was no way, he could only close his eyes and pray silently in his heart, wishing that I, Buddha, can safely survive this great disaster in Linkong.

Although he was anxious, his face was still as if it were Mount Tai. The national master was ecstatic at this time. He secretly looked at the Virgin of Mount Li, and saw that there was a rare smile on his face. Facing the heroes and heroes in the audience, Song Kun really looked helpless. He said, "If you want me to tell me, everyone should live in harmony, why fight and kill? Therefore, I advise you not to go on stage if you can go on stage. Don't look at the place that is not big, but it is an underground battlefield for killing people." As soon as he said this, someone in the audience said loudly: "Song Kun, don't talk nonsense. You guy with a human face and beast heart, see how I will deal with you." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man stepping onto the ring. When everyone saw that Lin Daoyuan, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect, saw that Lin Daoyuan was defeated so badly today, so he jumped onto the ring in order to express his humiliation.

The Qingcheng Sect is also famous in the Central Plains martial arts world. Song Kun had heard of Lin Daoyuan for a long time. Therefore, he was stunned when he saw Lin Daoyuan. What he didn't expect was that Lin Daoyuan would really come to the ring to compete with him today. Song Kun said, "Is it Lin Daoyuan on the opposite side Lin?" Lin Daoyuan said, "It's Lin, Song Kun, we will fight here for 300 rounds today." After that, he saw him dancing his palms and fighting with Song Kun.

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