Rebirth Zhu Yuanzhang's King Summoning System

Chapter 103 The Ring Tournament ([-])
The Taoist blushed slightly, and saluted Zhu Yuanzhang: "I'm just a little Taoist priest who is not well-known in the Wudang sect. I don't have any morals to speak of. But I want to learn from Master Deng's kung fu. It's not for anything else, just pure want to compete with him."

The corners of Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth twitched slightly. In the last life, I saw too many such plots. Those so-called masters who went after money and women would usually be defeated by the halo of the hard-working hero, and they were infatuated with martial arts. It's because of itchy hands that they want to ask for advice on two tricks, but in the end they usually win by accident.And then there is the love of love in a triangular dog-blood relationship where the mandarin ducks are beaten with sticks, bitter hatred and deep hatred...

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang looking at him maliciously, the Taoist scratched his head uncomfortably and changed the subject: "I don't know how long the two of them can fight."

In the arena, the monk 36-way Dharma boxing has been finished, and his breathing gradually became unstable. He was originally a disciple of Shaolin laymen, and his internal strength cultivation was not enough. It is really rare to be able to last until now.

On the other hand, Deng Yu basically didn't move much, and he looked calm and invulnerable.

The monk took a few breaths, seeing that he was no match for Deng Yu, he clasped his fists and said, "I am no match for your Excellency, I am willing to admit defeat!"

Deng Yu took the credit and returned the gift: "Accept."

On the side of the ring, Miss Xu's family couldn't help cheering: "Good!"

The master of the Xu family glared at him, and sat back listlessly.

Deng Yu cupped his fists and looked around: "Which other hero would like to compete on stage?"

Before the words fell, the Taoist priest beside Zhu Yuanzhang flew onto the stage and performed a Taoist salute: "Please~"

Deng Yu glanced at the sword behind the Taoist priest, and asked loudly: "Dare to ask, is it better than fists or feet or weapons?"

The Taoist said with a smile: "How about comparing fists and feet first, and then weapons?"

Deng Yu cupped his fists and said, "Just follow what the Taoist Master said."

Everyone in the audience was quite dissatisfied when they saw that the monk had retreated.Seeing another Taoist priest coming up, he shouted again: "Kill Deng Yu!"

"You must not let the young lady marry into the White Tiger Group!"

The voice of shouting hadn't rang a few times before it suddenly weakened.

Zhu Yuanzhang followed the voice and looked over, it was no coincidence.

Master Hu, who had been taught a lesson in the tavern a few days ago, just arrived with a group of people.

Although this Master Hu is not a regular member of the White Tiger Regiment, he is more or less related to the White Tiger Regiment, especially Huang Jiuer, the current leader of the White Tiger Regiment, is Master Hu's uncle.That's why he dared to run rampant in the town under the name of the White Tiger Regiment.

The people who eat melons all shut up obediently when they saw Lord Tiger rushing here with people angrily.

Master Hu walked down the stage, looked up, and said suspiciously: "Why is Deng Yu here too? Is this different from what you said? Hey, who is that? Go to the White Tiger Group and ask my uncle, Let’s see what’s going on? Didn’t it be agreed that he will marry a Mongolian girl and I’ll take over the Xu family? Why is Deng Yu fighting here?”

A young man turned around and walked in the direction of the White Tiger Regiment.

With Zhu Yuanzhang's wink, Feng Yong withdrew from the crowd and quietly followed behind the servant.

The Taoist priest on the stage has his feet separated, one in front and one behind, his arms correspond to the positions of his feet, one in front and one behind, with the palms facing upwards, which is a typical Wudang Cloud Pulling Palm.

Deng Yu is still the same boxing method, responding to all changes with the same.

The two of them are both firm and soft, and soft and strong. This battle is destined to become a protracted battle.

Tang He stared straight at the two people who were fighting in the ring: "Not bad, not bad, both of them are good. It's a pity that they are still far from the master level."

Zhu Yuanzhang said "Oh?" Since he came to the arena today, he felt that something was not right. Just now Tang He said something, which instantly woke him up. Zhu Yuanzhang looked around and confirmed again. Then he said to Chen Youliang and Zhang Shicheng beside him. Said: "It's really strange that none of the masters from the various sects came today."

Chen Youliang and Zhang Shicheng also discovered this problem: "Maybe these people already have families. Or maybe they are devoted to martial arts and have no intention of getting married."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "No, this is too weird. People who are really addicted to martial arts, it is impossible not to come to such a grand gathering. There is a problem..."

Faintly, Zhu Yuanzhang only felt that there was a problem, but he couldn't tell where there was a problem.It would be much easier if Li Shan was around.

"what!"

The melon-eaters under the stage cried out in surprise, Zhu Yuanzhang looked up to the stage, Deng Yu and the Taoist priest were fighting with needle-pointed wheatgrass.Deng Yu forgot that the wound on his back had just healed. Under the blow with all his strength, the wound on his back burst open, and the blood instantly stained his white robe red. Even so, Deng Yu still gritted his teeth and put the The Taoist took two steps back.

The Taoist priest couldn't see what was going on behind Deng Yu's back, and he was in high spirits, but his internal strength was slightly inferior, and he waved his arms even more excitedly and rushed towards Deng Yu.Deng Yu was also unequivocal, standing on the ring for the woman in his heart, he never thought about going down.

The two wrestled together again, and the bright red blood started to flow down the legs and feet, and Deng Yu's lips gradually turned white.

Beside the arena, Miss Xu's family was already sobbing, she shouted again and again: "Stop hitting!" "Stop hitting!"

All voices were drowned out by loud applause.

The Taoist obviously felt that Deng Yu seemed to be exhausted. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he lowered his waist to reach for his hand. A "dragon going out to sea" was about to end the game. When he bent down, he suddenly found that his feet were sticky and wet.

The Taoist was startled, and immediately withdrew his palms. After seeing the pale Deng Yu clearly, he looked down at the blood under his feet. He froze in place. After a long time, he clasped his fists and said, "I lost. Good man, why are you doing this?" Woolen cloth?"

Deng Yu grinned with cracked lips: "For a person who can never give up."

The Taoist priest's eyes fell on the face of Miss Xu's family, who was pear blossoms and raining on one side, and he understood everything in an instant.

He took out the elixir from his bosom, knocked out two pills, gave one to Deng Yu, and crushed the other into powder with internal force, and threw it on Deng Yu's bloody back.

After Deng Yu thanked the Taoist priest, he got up again, leaned on the handle of the knife weakly, and stood on the stage: "Who else wants to teach?"

After the Taoist stepped down from the stage, he stood with the previous monk and looked at the ring with respect.

Even the melon-eaters who had been clamoring to kill Deng Yu before stopped talking.

They know that it is one thing to make jokes, but it is another thing to add insult to injury and kill someone.

Although the White Tiger Regiment was bad, Deng Yu had never done anything to hurt them.

The people watching all chose to remain silent at this moment.

"I'm coming!" A roar instantly attracted everyone's attention.

(End of this chapter)