Chapter 2636 Is the Man Himself

"There is a way, go, follow me."

The four came to a sunken square.

It is full of men, women and children, watching a performance.

"The strongest shield, waiting for the strongest spear?"

"10,000 alliance coins, a challenge opportunity."

"Break defense within ten seconds, reward millions of alliance coins?"

"Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, the ninth thousand three hundred and seventy-second generation heir, Master Zhanhu!"

Seeing those banners and slogans, I found that this turned out to be a challenge performance.

A strong man covered in gold powder, like a golden warrior, stood in the center of the arena.

As long as you take out 10,000 alliance coins, you can go up and challenge this ancient martial arts monk named Zhan Hu.

This person is practicing the indestructible vajra magic skill, both internally and externally, to temper the physical body's body-protecting magic skill.

To challenge, you must not use cultivation bases, drugs, or weapons, and you must not attack vital parts. You must attack with fists and feet. The time limit is ten seconds.

That is to say, purely by brute force, it is necessary to crush Zhan Hu's protective energy.

"Hey, this is too simple! Isn't this sending us money?" Wu Yeju was immediately happy when he saw it.

A few spectators looked back in surprise and found that it was three girls, all of whom were quite disdainful.

"Little girl, the ignorant are fearless."

"Master Zhanhu's King Kong is not bad, it is the top three in the Donghua Alliance."

"At the last alliance celebration performance, the chairman of the alliance, Grandmaster Li, who was in the Heaven-defying Realm, personally made a move, and he couldn't break the defense with one move!"

"It is estimated that these little girls did not notice the restrictions. This requires pure physical strength and does not require cultivation."

Wu Yeju rolled his eyes, thinking that it's because you guys are ignorant.

Du Yun'er asked curiously: "Brother Ye Fan, can this person really block a blow from the Daotian Realm?"

"This guy named Zhan Hu, although only around the third level of Spirit Shaping, but because he started from practicing this kind of body protection magical skill, his physical strength has already surpassed the general longevity level.

In addition, his Vajra Immortality Magical Skill has indeed been practiced to perfection, and ordinary Duotian cultivators can indeed resist a few times.

It is reasonable for him to dare to challenge the ring here."

Ye Fan himself knows this kind of kung fu, and he can also see the heat, but for Ye Fan, this kung fu is already a bit out of date.

"Then he won't be afraid, monk Duotian will come to trouble him?"

"Sister Yun'er, do you think those who have the ability to break his defense in ten seconds, who would be ashamed to come and challenge?" Shi Lanyu blinked.

When Du Yuner heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Maybe there are...for example, some people who can't afford clothes."

At this time, another challenger who wanted to try took out 10,000 yuan to go to the field to experience it.

Zhan Hu clasped his hands together, bent over to salute, his resolute face was quite solemn.

A burst of body-protecting qi circulated out of him, and there seemed to be a golden shield in front of him, covering him.

"Master, offended!"

The man at the first level of plastic sculpture mustered all his strength, his whole arm was full of muscles, he strode up, and punched Zhan Hu's chest with "bang bang bang" consecutively.

However, Zhan Hu remained motionless.

On the contrary, the man's hands were red and swollen, and he was defeated in less than ten seconds.

There were bursts of cheers again on the field, marveling at the tyranny of this King Kong Indestructible Magical Art.

"Everyone, this is the end of today's demonstration of Master Zhan Hu's Vajra Indestructibility.

Those who are interested in this skill can go to the side to register information, those under the age of sixteen need to be accompanied by a guardian...

Next, it will be the demonstration of our other Shaolin martial art, Vigorous Vajrapani."

A bald host announced on the spot with a microphone.

Obviously, this is more of an advertisement than a show.

Nowadays, the cultivation of civilization is popular, and every family has to compete for talents.

In this way, showing kung fu in public can attract new blood to join the sect.

As for the income from this display, it is actually nothing to these sect masters.

"It turns out that they are recruiting students, so it would be a bad idea for us to go to the gymnasium?"

Du Yuner was a little hesitant, but as soon as she finished asking, she found that the Wu Yequ beside her was no longer there.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Wu Yeju jumped into the arena, raised his hand and said, "I want to challenge!"

Seeing that the host was a petite girl, she looked somewhat contemptuous in her eyes.

"This female benefactor, it's time for Master Zhanhu, please come again next time."

"No! I haven't got a million yet! Are you afraid?"

Zhan Hu frowned, "Female benefactor, don't try to provoke the poor monk, the rules are the rules, if you really want to challenge, come again next time."

"It's only ten seconds, master is so scared? Could it be that he saw that I have some ability and retreated?" Wu Yeju said with a smile.

The audience couldn't stand it anymore.

"Little girl! Hurry down! What are you going crazy about?"

"The master is too lazy to talk to you! Don't touch your nose!"

"Master Zhanhu, show her some color! I support you!"

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he squeezed away the crowd, walked into the arena and said, "Chu'er, forget it, you can't force it when the time is up, anyway they are not over yet."

"That's right, Shu'er. Anyway, there are still challenges ahead. Let's wait for the next Viking Vajra hand, and we can still get a million," Shi Lanyu said.

When Wu Yeju heard it, he thought about it, so he shrugged, "Okay."

But these words fell into the ears of Zhan Hu and other Shaolin sect members, and it was a bit jarring.

What's the meaning? Do these guys think their one million is so easy to earn?

When did they come to deliver the money?

If you don't show something, wouldn't it make the world look down on Shaolin?

"This female benefactor, wait a minute."

Zhan Hu walked back to the center of the arena, and a group of Shaolin disciples also stared at Ye Fan and the others with expressions of dissatisfaction.

"Hee hee, Master accepted my challenge?"

Zhan Hu shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't compete with the female benefactor, but wants to find this male benefactor... Presumably he should be more powerful than the female benefactor, otherwise the female benefactor will not be attracted to him.

The poor monk thought that only in this way can you be convinced. "

What Zhan Hu was referring to was naturally Ye Fan.

"Haha, what the master said is absolutely true!"

"Boy, if it's a man, just do it yourself. What's the point of letting a woman challenge you?"

"It's really overreaching, the master can't listen to it anymore, do you really think the master is here to do charity?"

There were bursts of laughter all around.

The three women in Wu Yeju were very speechless, they didn't know whether to cry or laugh, who was not good for this monk to choose, why did he have to choose the most inappropriate person in the audience?

"Master, are you sure you want to pick my man?"

"Master, listen to my advice, don't choose my good brother, or I should challenge you", Shi Lanyu kindly suggested.

Zhan Hu was very persistent, "The two female benefactors, although the poor monk is a monk, he doesn't want to bully weak women, so let you be the masters."

"Hey...Brother Ye Fan, there is no other way," Wu Yeju shook his head helplessly.

Ye Fan didn't expect that things would turn out like this, he originally wanted Wu Yeju or Shi Lanyu to go up there to have fun, why did this monk insist on picking him? Does he look weak?

Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Fan was too lazy to waste time and walked onto the field.

"Master, let me challenge you," Ye Fan smiled.

"Donor, first pay 10,000."

The host stepped forward, took out a tray and asked for money.

Ye Fan scratched his head, "I have no money."

"What!?"

The host's expression darkened immediately, "This benefactor, are you making fun of our Shaolin sect?!"

Zhan Hu also looked a little gloomy.

Ye Fan simply took out a very low-level flying sword and put it on the tray.

"This sword is mortgaged."

When everyone saw it, they all exclaimed.

"Flying sword, a low-grade magic weapon? There are tens of thousands of them!"

"Is this kid stupid, to be humiliated by sending him to the door, and to give away a magic weapon flying sword for nothing?"

Zhan Hu's face was a little stern, "It seems that this benefactor has some background, and he must have a unique skill, but the benefactor must see the rules clearly."

"I know, it's forbidden to use cultivation bases, weapons, and medicines, and it's not allowed to attack vital points, for ten seconds," Ye Fan grinned.

Zhan Hu nodded, and began to operate the Vajra Immortal Art.

A golden stellar energy shield formed again, covering him.

The whole person looks golden, like a golden arhat.

"Benefactor, please..."

Ye Fan nodded, and walked up slowly, without running up, accumulating energy, or posing.

Push flat with one palm, as if just to open a door.

"boom!"

The stellar energy in front of Zhan Hu made an explosive sound.

"puff!"

Zhan Hu felt his qi and blood surge violently, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his body flew upside down and slid on the ground more than ten meters away!

At the scene, the breeze blows.

There is no sound, and a needle can be heard.

All the Shaolin disciples and the masters who were about to appear on the stage were already in a daze, and even forgot to go up to help Zhan Hu.

Zhan Hu opened his mouth, feeling like he was about to suffocate, lying on his back on the ground, his whole body twitching.

"Slap".

The microphone of the bald host trembled and fell to the ground.