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"Amitabha, donor, please listen to my advice! This martial arts hall is better to close early." Ren Jian looked like I was considering you.

Li Yunhua's angry face turned pale. He never thought that one day he would be forced into such a situation by a monk.

Besides, this martial arts hall was not opened by him. He was just the coach of the martial arts hall. It was not up to him to decide whether the martial arts hall was closed or not.

The smile on Ren Jian's face gradually dissipated, and his expression changed to a compassionate look, saying: "Chinese martial arts are the soul treasure of our Chinese nation. However, now the barbarian martial arts such as karate, taekwondo, judo, muay boxing, etc. are rampant in China. The situation of Chinese martial arts in China is getting worse and worse. This time I went down the mountain to promote Chinese martial arts, inherit national culture, and eliminate all karate, taekwondo, judo, and muay boxing in China, and drive out of our Chinese!"

"If the donor doesn't want to close the door, it's okay, but the premise is that he must beat me down!" Ren Jian started to act like a scoundrel. As for whether the martial arts hall is closed or not, he doesn't care. What he cares about is being beaten, and everything is easy to say.

"Okay! The master said it well! Drive all the barbarian martial arts out of China..."

"Master, we all support you!"

Many people felt excited after listening to Ren Jian's words, and wished they could replace Ren Jian with their own body, sweeping over karate, taekwondo, judo, muay Thai and other foreign martial arts schools.

"Master, I am a reporter from Baisha Daily. Are you talking about what you just said true? You know, not to mention the entire land of China, there are dozens of martial arts schools in Baisha City alone. Do you want to challenge each family?" The female reporter who followed Ren Jian to the martial arts school from the bus was holding a camera in his hand. Ren Jian looked solemn when he heard this and sighed: "I will not return to Shaolin Temple until the Chinese barbarian martial arts are wiped out!"

Ren Jian's answer moved many people. What kind of perseverance and perseverance is this? He actually wanted to use his own strength to wipe out foreign martial arts schools, promote Chinese martial arts, and inherit national culture. People present, regardless of gender, were respectful to Ren Jian and admired him.

The little beauties looked at Ren Jian with a hot light, so handsome! It’s a pity that the master is dedicated to Buddha and is unwilling to return to secular life, which makes many little beauties feel sad.

"Donor, do you still have to continue competing with me?" Ren Jian looked at Li Yunhua and forced Li Yunhua to make a choice.

"If you don't be lewd monks, don't bully people too much." Li Yunhua gritted his teeth. It was not his final decision whether the martial arts hall was closed or not. No matter how much Ren Jian forced him, it would be useless.

Of course Ren Jian knew that Li Yunhua could not decide the closing of the martial arts hall. However, it was because of his knowledge that Ren Jian took this reason as an excuse. Otherwise, if Li Yunhua ruthlessly admitted defeat, Ren Jian's small abacus would have failed.

"Since the donor is unwilling to close the martial arts hall, I can only learn the tricks again. But you donor alone cannot do anything to me. Everyone in the martial arts hall will go together!" Ren Jian seemed to possess the Tathagata Buddha, his whole body was filled with sacred light. The righteousness was in it. Although he died, he had no regrets. Everyone present could feel Ren Jian's determination. What kind of mind and sentiment is this? At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked by Ren Jian!

"Of course! You can also use weapons. I will never fight back within a hundred moves!" Ren Jian reminded with kindness that if nearly a hundred people use weapons to beat him, his cultivation will definitely improve like a broken bamboo.

Ren Jian seemed to have a kind reminder, but in Li Yunhua's view, Ren Jian was a cruel contempt and insult. Li Yunhua, who was furious, immediately stood up: "All the students stood up, all the students should learn the master's skills together!"

Nearly a hundred karate practitioners gathered around Ren Jian, holding common weapons such as swords, swords, whips, sticks, guns, etc. Although karate is a bare-hand fighting sport without weapons and is one of the world's famous fighting techniques, it does not mean that there are no weapons in the martial arts hall.

"Amitabha..." Ren Jian's expression was calm and his expression had not changed at all in the face of nearly a hundred people's siege. This calm demeanor alone made many people admire him, and everyone thought that this was the case with masters.

Although nearly a hundred karate students surrounded Ren Jian, they never took action. This made Ren Jian feel anxious, "What are you waiting for? You are taking action..." Ren Jian thought anxiously.

"Does the Karate disciples don't even have the courage to fight?" Ren Jian said sarcastically when he saw that no one dared to fight first.

Ren Jian did not take these swords, swords, whips, sticks, guns and other weapons seriously. With his body's current defense, in addition to natural disasters and thermal weapons, there are very few things in the world that can harm him.

Ren Jian's words made many karate students furious, including a few brave students. The wooden sticks and whips in their hands had already greeted Ren Jian. Faced with the whip of the wooden sticks and whips, Ren Jian's expression still remained unchanged.

"Amitabha..." Ren Jian closed his eyes to rest as he let a hundred people beat him, and his body remained motionless.

"The master's magical skills are really shocking, almost the same as the Vajra Indestructible Magical Technique in martial arts novels..."

"Yes! After the master finishes his career, I must worship under the master and ask the master to teach me the magical power of the Golden Bell Cover. I don't want to reach the level of shocking world like the master, but I just want to be able to deal with five or six strong men."

"I will go to Shaolin Temple to become a disciple tomorrow, and I must join the Shaolin inner sect..."

Nearly a hundred people held weapons in their hands and killed a monk, but the monk did not move at all, and the sword could not be hurt. This scene deeply shocked everyone present. Some of them were moved and wanted to worship under Ren Jian's sect. Many people even wanted to go to Shaolin Temple and join the inner sect to practice other martial arts.

Ren Jian has cheated many people this time. Shaolin Temple has now become a tourist destination. Even monks need a diploma above university to be a student. Where can they come from the outer and inner doors?

As for Ren Jian closing his eyes and resting, he just didn't want people to discover that he was extremely excited now. He was chopped and beaten by nearly a hundred people with weapons. Ren Jian's cultivation level is rapidly improving, and the speed is more than five or six times faster than being hit by Li Yunhua just now.

At this speed, Ren Jian believes that as long as he plays a few more martial arts schools in the past few days, he will be able to quickly break through the body of the second-grade magic weapon, and may even break through the third-grade magic weapon.

After calming down the excitement in his heart, Ren Jian was not idle either. He talked endlessly and slandered Karate, saying nothing about Karate, in order to anger the karate students and make those students work harder when they start.

As time goes by, many karate practitioners are already exhausted. If an ordinary person was besieged by nearly 100 people, even if he is not dead, Ren Jian is still in high spirits, which makes nearly 100 karate practitioners, even Li Yunhua, feel very powerless.

Li Yunhua even began to doubt that practicing karate himself is really the right choice? The monk in front of him is no longer human. Is it really worth giving up Chinese martial arts and practicing karate? Should he switch to practicing Chinese martial arts?

Not only Li Yunhua had this idea, but other karate students also thought so. As a result, the morale of the karate party suddenly became lower, which made Ren Jian look at him secretly anxious...
Chapter completed!