But at this moment, Wu Hong looked at Meng Ran with a livid face, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Don't go!"
"Again!"
This sound drew cheers from the entire audience.
"good!"
"Again! Again!"
"A true man!"
The host nodded in satisfaction, but the surrounding monks looked troubled and anxiously glanced at Wu Hong.
Wu Hong gathered his energy in his dantian and shouted loudly. He landed steadily on the ground in a horse stance and looked at Meng Ran with a solemn expression.
Seeing that the other party was still persistent, Meng Ran asked again.
"really?"
"Come!"
Wu Hong took a deep breath and then made his final statement.
"If I were to utter a sound, it means my skills aren't good enough!"
Meng Ran frowned, unsure of what to do.
He stood behind Wu Hong, holding a stick, and began to gesture the position where he was going to swing it.
The surrounding audience was on tenterhooks.
"oh?"
"oh!"
"oh!"
These shouts made Wu Hong's heart tighten.
As the crowd reached its loudest point, Wu Hong felt a gust of wind whistling behind him and shivered.
Bang--
As the stick fell, the surrounding audience noticed Wu Hong's little action.
Was he shaking just now?
"It seems so, I saw him twitch!"
"I don't know if we can hold on."
"Of course there's no problem. Look at his size; he's different from the others."
"That's true, I wonder if this kid can hold back."
All eyes were on Wu Hong.
Wu Hong stood there, head bowed, not uttering a word.
Just as he had boasted, the guy didn't utter a single word.
"We held on!"
"Shaolin Kung Fu is amazing!"
"Awesome! Amazing! Amazing!"
Immediately, applause erupted from all around.
Meng Ran, who had seen through everything long ago, casually tossed the stick to the young monk beside him and turned to walk into the crowd.
Lin Yifeng, who was watching from the outside, hurriedly pulled the crowd apart.
"Let's go, let's go!"
"it's over!"
While Bai Yejin and the others were still completely bewildered, Lin Yifeng had already led them out of the crowd.
Many people around were still preparing to watch the excitement.
Just then, a martial monk came to Wu Hong's side and praised his senior brother with great joy.
"Senior Brother! It has to be you again!"
"Um?"
"Senior Brother?"
"Senior Brother?"
Wu Hong, standing in the center, remained frozen in place, unresponsive to the shouts of those around him.
The host, sensing something was wrong, also came over.
"Wu Hong?"
"Wu Hong!"
"Wu Hong!"
Wu Hong fainted and remained motionless in a horse stance.
Only Meng Ran knew very well that if that stick hit, this guy wouldn't be able to withstand it any longer; he would just faint from the pain.
After all, there is a limit to how much pain a person can endure. No matter how much pain one can withstand, it is impossible to exceed that limit unless there is a problem with the nerves in the skin.
At this moment, many of the surrounding monks had already gone completely blank.
They began to wonder if the martial arts they had learned at the Shaolin Temple were actually useful. Skilled people could knock this guy unconscious with just two blows from a stick.
These people are starting to have an existential crisis.
As for the onlookers, seeing that the Shaolin monks had lost their martial arts skills, they were all enjoying the spectacle and didn't know what to say.
This made everyone at Shaolin Temple extremely anxious.
At this moment, Lin Yifeng and his group had already begun to walk into the main hall of Shaolin Temple.
As a famous temple in China, it attracts a large number of people every year to burn incense and worship Buddha, not to mention the National Day holiday in October.
On the way, Lin Xiuxiu held Meng Ran's hand and kept praising him.
"Uncle Meng, you're amazing."
Everyone says Shaolin Kung Fu is amazing!
"I feel I'm not as good as Uncle Meng!"
Even An An chimed in.
"Yeah, I think so too."
The two children's praise made Meng Ran beam with joy.
Seeing the two of them chatting away, completely charmed by Meng Ran, Lin Yifeng quickly teased them as well.
"If this keeps up, Meng-ge, you're going to become their idol!"
Meng Ran gave a soft snort, a smile playing on his lips.
The group arrived at the main gate of Shaolin Temple and entered the main hall amidst the crowd.
Many people around were holding incense sticks and looking around. At the entrance of the main hall, many people threw incense sticks into a blazing incense burner.
Upon arriving here, Lin Yifeng allowed everyone to disperse freely and explore the surrounding temples.
Meng Ran followed Lin Yifeng.
"Yifeng, aren't you going to burn some incense or something?"
"I?"
Lin Yifeng raised an eyebrow.
"I don't believe in this stuff."
Meng Ran was also a little surprised.
In his impression, many business owners believed in this kind of thing, so Lin Yifeng's lack of faith in Buddhism surprised him.
Lin Yifeng noticed that Meng Ran was staring at him, and instead teased him.
"What, you believe that?"
Meng Ran shook his head repeatedly.
Lin Yifeng smiled, said nothing, and simply looked at the crowd around him.
This place is different from other places. Many bosses from Zhongzhou, and even many from other places, will come here to spend money during holidays or good days.
Trying to be the "first to offer incense" for good luck or something.
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