Urban Giants God of War

Facing the one-on-one request from the man with dreadlocks, the little monk showed a dull expression, as if he was thinking about something.

After thinking for three seconds, he shook his head decisively and said, "No, no, no, no, I can't accept your challenge. I can't fight you one-on-one."

"Hahahahahaha! What's the matter, do you know you're afraid?"

The man with dirty braids laughed wildly, "Did you see, this little bald donkey is still a coward, fuck it."

Everyone laughed, but at this time the little monk blushed and argued: "I'm not afraid of you, I'm just afraid of hurting you. The master said that I was too strong, and my shots were neither light nor heavy. I don't want to hurt people." , The donor is also a human being, so I don't want to hurt you."

If the little monk didn't look so serious, Lin Hao would have thought that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, playing tricks on these people.

However, the group of men in robes and dreadlocks were all angry, they thought the little monk was just playing with them.

"You fucking little bald donkey, how dare you play Lao Tzu! How could I be hurt by you? Come on, little bald donkey, come single-handedly, you fucking!"

The man with dirty braids swore at the little monk and waved his fist.

But his punching made Lin Hao, who was hiding at the side, look at him with admiration. He didn't expect that this arrogant and domineering trendy man was actually a dancer!
Regardless of the level of strength, at least this is a real fighter with internal strength. When he swung his fist, his fist was even covered with a light blue light.

Of course, inner strength warriors and inner strength warriors are also different.

A normal inner strength fighter constantly exercises his body and cooperates with specific exercises to generate inner strength in the body.

But apart from this, there is another way, that is to use medicine stones to force a martial artist's cultivation to reach the realm of inner strength.

And this man with dreadlocks should be like this, because although he is a martial artist with inner strength, his feet are very vain, and he has no rules to follow in his shots, and he is not much stronger than the hooligans who fight on the street.

On the other hand, the little monk has some roots, but his movements are a bit clumsy, and he belongs to the kind of warrior with mediocre aptitude. As for what he said is too strong, if this is true, it should be regarded as a kind of talent, but If he insists on not shooting, it's hard to see.

"Benefactor, please don't hit me anymore, I really don't want to hurt you."

While dodging and retreating, the little monk continued to persuade the man with dreadlocks.

The man with dirty braids was already angry because he couldn't hit the little monk, but he became even more angry when he heard what the little monk said. It sounded like the little monk was laughing at him in his ears.

"Fuck you, fight back, what kind of hero is you if you keep hiding, you little bald donkey!"

He couldn't hit him, so the man with dreadlocks had no choice but to continue cursing.

The little monk stopped and said solemnly: "Benefactor, I never thought of being a hero, don't let me down."

The man with dirty braids didn't even listen to what the little monk was saying. He seized the opportunity when the little monk stopped, and gave the little monk a black tiger.

Bang!
A muffled sound.

The little monk was beaten hard, but the punch of the man with dreadlocks didn't seem to be very powerful, it just made the little monk's body move slightly.

However, this punch of his finally angered the little monk. Almost like a conditioned reflex, the little monk also punched the man with dreadlocks.

Then, everyone saw the man with the dreadlocks flying out. He could fly 20 meters away, hit a tree, and fell to the ground with a snap.

Otherwise, I don't know how far I have to fly!
It's also a punch, the punch of the man with dreadlocks is far from the punch of the little monk!
After knocking the dreadlocked man away, the little monk showed an annoyed expression and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I didn't really want to hit you, I told you, I don't want to hurt you." You, I just didn't control my fist."

At this moment, even Lin Hao was in a daze. He was a little confused whether this little monk was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

However, those people on the opposite side certainly wouldn't have any doubts, they just felt that the little monk was insulting them.

"Fuck you, I'm going to kill you, fuck him, fuck him to death!"

The man with dirty braids got angry, and he didn't say anything about a one-on-one fight, and directly asked his subordinates to do it.

When the six men in robes heard the young master's order, they immediately moved and ran towards the young monk in unison.

The strength of these people is not bad, of course, the premise is that comparing them with men with dreadlocks, in Lin Hao's eyes, they are still not enough.

But at this time, the little monk did not advance or retreat, and even stood there with his hands clasped together, and muttered in his mouth: "Oh, I have committed a crime, so let me bear the evil consequences that I deserve. Buddha, little novice, I beg your help!" Forgive, Amitabha."

Although the little monk didn't hide, the group of men in long robes didn't want to be polite to him, and they just stepped forward to beat the little monk up.

At this time, Lin Hao could see the excellence of this little monk. Among other things, this ability to resist attacks was absolutely top-notch.

Under the siege of the crowd, he just stood there without moving, keeping his palms together, his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud, and he didn't move half a step.

"Fuck me? You're pretty good at beating!"

The robed men saw that the little monk was motionless, and they beat harder and harder.

"Hit, hit me, hit me to death!"

The man with dirty braids climbed up, clutching his chest and yelling.

And the little monk seemed determined to atone for his sins, no matter how hard he hit him, he would not fight back, and he stood there motionless, neither begging for mercy nor letting others stop.

Lin Hao couldn't stand it anymore, let alone the men in long robes bullying the few, if the beating continued like this, even those who were beaten with iron would be beaten to death. It didn't matter if the little monk was beaten to death, but Lin Hao couldn't find him. Somebody showed him the way!

So Lin Hao decided to take care of this matter.

Moreover, the behavior of this little monk was quite beyond Lin Hao's expectations. In a place like Tianlong Temple, it is really rare to be able to educate such kind-hearted, honest and pedantic disciples.

"You stop me!"

Lin Hao shouted and stood up.

The group of people stopped and looked at Lin Hao covetously. The man with dirty braids looked at Lin Hao and said, "Who the hell are you? Why do you stop when you tell me? I warn you, here It's the Tekkens who are doing things, if you are sensible, get the hell out of here!"

Iron Fist Gate?Lin Hao is very unfamiliar with this name, and he has never heard of it in his impression. It must be a school that is not very popular in the martial arts world.

"Hey, Iron Fist Sect, what a big tone! What's the matter, just because you are members of Iron Fist Sect, you can bully more and less? You just agreed to fight against them, but you can't beat them, so you ask for help? What? Stuff! I just can't understand you, a bullying bastard!"

Lin Hao originally wanted to be their enemy, so he didn't intend to be polite to them when he opened his mouth.

"Fuck me? Who the hell are you? You are so arrogant? I just bully many people and few people. What's wrong? I not only bully him, but I also bully you!"

The man with dirty braids gave an order, "You guys, fuck him first, clean up this nosy guy, and then kill this little bald donkey!"

The men in robes heard the words of the man with dreadlocks very much. After all, he is the young master, and for them, beating everyone is beating, beating Lin Hao is beating, beating the little monk is also beating, it's the same thing!

But soon, they realized that this is not the same thing, this nosy guy is too fucking strong!

With three punches and two kicks, Lin Hao cleaned up the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect.

While fighting, Lin Hao's eyes had murderous intent, but he suddenly thought of what Xia Yuzhi said to him, and in one thought, he decided not to commit murder today.

He just stepped on the man with dreadlocks and asked him, "Are you convinced?"

The man with dirty braids gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Lin Hao became angry, and stepped hard on his feet, trampling half of the man's head with dreadlocks into the soil, and asked again: "Are you convinced?"

"I'll take it, I'll take it."

Finally, the man with dreadlocks gave in.

Lin Hao didn't bother to pay attention to them any more, he raised his feet and shouted in a deep voice: "If you're convinced, get the fuck out of me, get out of here, and don't let me see you again!"

The man with dirty braids got up and ran away in a desperate manner with the other disciples.

Only then did Lin Hao have time to come and see the little monk: "Hey, little monk, wake up, don't sleep!"

Of course Lin Hao was joking, but the little monk put his palms together in a daze, as if he had really fallen asleep.

Only then did the little monk come back to his senses, folded his hands together and bowed to Lin Hao: "Thank you for your help, Amitabha, you are so kind."

"Hey, you also know that I saved you, let me ask you, why didn't you fight back just now?" Lin Hao asked.

Lin Hao was very surprised by the little monk's answer: "Benefactor, to be honest, if they were singled out, no one in that group would be able to defeat the little monk, but if they teamed up, the little monk definitely couldn't beat them, and The little monk was worried that he would accidentally hurt another person during the scuffle, so he simply let them beat him up, and when they vented their anger, they would naturally stop embarrassing the little monk."

Lin Hao was dumbfounded, the young monk Ganqing understood everything, what happened to his silly look just now?Is he really stupid or fake stupid?
There is also this logic, which sounds quite smooth, but after careful consideration, I feel that there is something wrong.

Lin Hao couldn't help laughing: "You little monk, you are quite interesting. Let me ask you, are you a monk from Tianlong Temple?"

"Back to the benefactor, this little monk is not a monk from Tianlong Temple."

Lin Hao was greatly disappointed by the little monk's answer, "The little monk is a monk from Nanpu Wulongyuan, and his dharma name is San Cong."