The war drums were scattered in the earth, and the general came from the sky.

This poem comes from Luo Binwang of the Tang Dynasty's "Fu of the Army" and these two sentences are the most outstanding, and are written with the grand momentum of more than a hundred war drums roaring together on the battlefield of the military formation.

The drum sound in the distance was low and steady. When it reached the Simian Hall, you could only vaguely feel the thrilling murderous aura and fighting spirit contained therein.

But Yang Meng and Ruoli had just stopped the rain, and were lying lazily and happily together, quietly feeling the qi and blood turbulence in each other's bodies, and the afterglow of love and love left in the air after climbing to the peak.

Bang!

Ruoli's buttocks tightened slightly, but it was not because of Yang Meng's unwillingness to calm down, but because of the sound of bronze war drums faintly coming from the air.

The drum sounds are sometimes low, like the whisper of a lover in his ear, sometimes clear and high, just like an old friend who has been reunited for a long time, and sometimes hoarse and faltering, just like a battlefield where the enemy general is trapped in the battlefield, and he is only going to pick the sword hand hidden behind thousands of guards...

"What a strong murderous aura, what a superb technique of penetrating the power of the dark force. The ancient saying says, 'Once you hear the sound, you will see the person' is true. This person's attainment in boxing and power has reached the point of perfection. I am no match for him..."

Looking at Ruoli jumping out of the bed, pushing open the window to the east, talking to himself blankly, but listening to the drum sounds outside the sky very seriously, Yang Meng smiled bitterly, knowing that this was the habit she left behind after using her voice and martial arts to transform the spirit. But she was not ready to stay on the bed, but instead jumped gently behind Ruoli, wrapped her hands, hugged her lover who was wandering outside the sky, and pressed her body tightly against her buttocks, rubbed gently, shaking, and stabbed...

"The war drums come from the battlefield. No matter whether the sounds are low or high, they cannot hide the strong murderous aura in it. The so-called seeing fists is like seeing people, this is probably the eight guessing master. I am welcoming me to Siam... but you are at the battle... and escape. What crime should you be... and eat my divine monkey killing stick and serve it well..."

Ruoli tightened his whole body, then turned his head and begged for mercy and said coquettishly: "Don't move around, people speak with joy. If you don't... give a hint of echo... wouldn't it be... rude..."

Yang Meng shook his body quietly. While feeling the mystery and softness in the place where human life was bred, he gently held Ruoli's pair of thunder hammers in his hand. "Little people know this ancient etiquette of a banquet with the sound of drums now, so it's okay to respond to him... but this situation... I'm afraid it will affect his judgment..."

"Then why don't you hurry up..."

"Hehe, it's okay, a little error won't get in the way. Come on, you can stuff your ears first..."

The lights are on, known as the City of Angels, and the Military City of the Yellow-robed Buddha Kingdom. In the gradually drowsy night, with the rare bronze war drums ringing, it gradually unveiled the beautiful picture of the lights of thousands of families. However, the officials and nobles living in the East City suddenly heard a thunderous hammer sound in their spare time. Then the remaining sounds never dissipated, and it was like the Zen sound and Sanskrit singing at the foot of Lingshan Mountain and the hearts of people...

Ba Guai's hand, who was hammering the bronze drum with his fists, feet, knees and elbows, stuttered slightly, and his eyes suddenly filled with a hint of excitement. After listening for a long time, he raised his dark iron-like knees and hit the slightly trembling bronze war drum again. However, when this dull sound, like the moment when the thunder sound came out, the Zen sound that seemed to be there and there was no trace of it in the world, and there was no sign of sounding...

"This Master of Divine Monkey is indeed a top master who can win the sound of the song of the song in India. After listening to his hammering sound, you can feel his clear and quiet and far-reaching master's demeanor. If it weren't for the decisive battle, you should really drink with him and discuss boxing and Zen all night. It's just such a genius, but somehow they are always a little short of perfection..."

Looking at Chaqian with a confused look on his face, Bachai shook his head and sighed, "By the time you are now, you can't see through these external images and feel the true nature in it... Let Wanchai prepare the Zen room. In the past few days, I will eat vegetarian food and calm down, and regain my energy and welcome or send off this soulmate in my strongest state..."

Chachai's tense fists trembled slightly, but he did not ask for any doubts in his heart. Thinking of the master's unprecedented appearance as if he was facing a great enemy and had always been brave enough to move forward, a gap gradually appeared.

At the same time, in the Siam Casino downstairs of Yang Meng and his two men, Pierre was whispering something with Huang Daqian, who was hiding here. After a roar of spring thunder, a hammer sounded like a bolt from the blue, and it penetrated straight into the back of his head. Huang Daqian, who was still a little worried, felt ecstatic and stood up suddenly...

"Hurry, go to the kitchen and give instructions to raise the dinner to the standard of the King of Siam. In addition, since this monkey is bringing his wife, he does not have to dance and sing again. He just asks Ye Sharo to prepare Zen sound and dance alone..."

Pierre was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, "You weren't..."

Huang Daqian waved his hand and smiled red, "I used to win the battle in Shaoxing. On average, in terms of the combat power of him and his wife, it seems that most of them were the result of his own attack. He underestimated the skill of this divine monkey. He heard that just now, even if he did not transform the strength into a pill, he might have reached the realm of Taoism. He was just as good as Ba Guess. He was only in his twenties. How could he be so slow to take care of the master of Qianmen for decades..."

Pierre's face showed a hint of shock, and then he turned into a full of joy, "In this way, there is no need to tamper with the ring?"

According to the requirements of the foreign trade rivals, the competition will be held in the lower reaches of the Mekong River five days later. The wooden boxing rings built by both sides along the Mekong River in advance can not only allow the Chinese people on both sides of the river to see the "Siamese Fighting", but also use this to enhance the people's enthusiasm for Siam Maquan.

Although Siam is an ancient civilization with a history of more than 2,000 years of Buddhism, the Siams are known for their peace and hospitality on weekdays, but their love for Chanmaquan has become a sport that is almost faithful. Whether adults or young children, they will watch happily and shout for the players whenever there is a boxing competition. After the boxing competition is over, these seemingly fanatical audiences will return to their past peace.

"No need, a master of national art like the Divine Monkey is usually a proud and arrogant person. It can be seen from his tricks to capture human life in Shaoxing that although Ba Guess has rarely taken action in recent years, almost all those who have played boxing matches with him can not play the second round and even make a difference in the winner or loser... If I had a good estimate... this competition may end in more than ten seconds after the opening..."

Speaking of this, Huang Daqian couldn't help but show a hint of hesitation on his face again, "But in this way, our Nans Qianmen lineage was completely tied to the chariot of the monkey. Even if he had more requests in the future, we might refuse..."

"There are so many boxers in China and Nanyang. Why do you respect this monkey so much? Even if you are a little dirty in the future, can't you ask the masters to repel him like this today?"

Huang Daqian shook his head and sighed deeply, "You don't understand, the water here... is too deep, I'm afraid there will be no boxer in the future, and he will risk being beaten to death... He is too young, but he stood on the top of a mountain that many people can't look up to in their entire lives..."

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"From the hammer you just now, you can feel that your kung fu... has entered the country again, but it consumes... physical strength so much, will it really not affect the competition in a few days...?"

Yang Meng gently patted Ruoli's snow-white and tender **, then slid his fingers along his hips on his back little by little, but the force on his waist was always heavy when it was close to him, and it seemed like a force of inch strength was exerting force. Every time it made Ruoli tremble all over...

"I am now controlling the fire of my qi and blood breathing, and I am still moving. This physical strength can be ignored. Besides, you know that the slower I practice Tai Chi, the easier it is to kill me with one punch. Although Muay Thai is fierce and powerful, it is ultimately a foreigner's martial arts practice to move to the internal one. Even if the strengths of each other are quite different, it is easy to delay for several rounds with the defensive stud method..."

Ruo Li's eyes were as silk as silk, but he turned back with a worried look on his face and said, "Even if you... you... you know from the sound of the drum, you can tell... if it was the trap that the other party put for you... You know, this... is Siam... what are you going to do? It's better... don't cause too much trouble for Qianmen...."

Yang Meng smiled and suddenly hugged Ruoli from behind, pressing his hands on the pair of huge meat balls. "I can't handle such a little trouble, so I can still... I hope they can... what's going on now... It's not me... preparing... how, but when the boxing technique is about to transform into magical powers and prepare to embrace the pill, the hidden force in the box will follow the will of the spirit... No matter how the force is used or the punches are from any angle... It will naturally be a round and integrated effect... Even if only one hand can move, as long as I hit someone with this hand, it will probably be a shattering effect..."

Ruoli's delicate body trembled, and his legs became tighter and tighter, "You... are... you... reaching Yang Luchan's state back then... with one punch... it's hard to chase..."

"I am now similar to Ba Guai... and are both at the point of asking for Zen and seeking Taoism... It's still far from Yang Wudi... He hugged the spirit and formed a pill back then, but one feather cannot be added, and a fly cannot fall... The whole body's Qi and blood are integrated... Even if he shakes his shoulders, he can shake the fly to death..."

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