Wang Tianyou saw this handsome man, tall and straight, with sharp features. He looked like a sharp blade, a giant soldier, his movements were like thunder and lightning, and his words were like fighting. His eyes were sharp and his breath was faint. He really deserved the word "Po Jun". Wang Tianyou secretly admired him, but also secretly felt sorry. It was a great regret in life that he could not be friends with so many extraordinary masters. He sighed in his heart, clasped his fists towards Zheng Hu, turned around and walked to the center. He said, "Next, please invite the friends of the Eight Divisions to come on stage." When everyone heard the voice, the strong and tall man next to He Long wanted to stand up, but a fat man behind him said, "Don't worry, second brother, let me go up to meet you." After that, he stood up shakily, and walked towards the ring with a big round belly. When he arrived in front of the stage, he found that there was no stairs on the ring. The fat man looked at the ring, which was about ten feet high, and was worried. There were intermittent sneers coming from all around. The fat man didn't seem angry either. He walked around the ring, left and right, as if he was trying to climb up the ring. At this time, there was another round of sneers. Someone shouted: "You can bounce up by hitting the ground with your belly. Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter all around. The fat man didn't care and climbed the ring with his hands and kept pushing up with his feet. He Long and others were still resting like wax figures, not caring at all. Du Jian was also sitting cross-legged behind everyone, and he seemed to have never heard of this. I guess the tiger roar skill made him temporarily deaf. Although Wang Tianyou also found it funny, he didn't say anything. He wanted to help him but it was difficult to do so. Fortunately, the fat man finally climbed up, panting and patting his body, with a big belly, he clasped his fists to the crowd and said: "I am Wang Huaiyou, nicknamed Jinjia, and ranked fifth." He laughed and said: "Because I cook some good dishes and serve as a cook for my brothers, I can maintain this blessed body." He laughed and touched his big round belly. There was laughter again in the audience. However, laughter is laughter. Seeing such a master, the righteous people didn't know who to go up, and they were all muttering in their hearts: "Fighting with this fat man, I'm afraid that even if I win, I will be laughed at." Of course, everyone knew that there was no incompetent person among the Eight Divisions. Although this person was funny, he should not be underestimated. But no matter who beat him, he would inevitably be regarded as a joke by the people in the rivers and lakes, so Wang Huaiyou went on the stage for half an incense stick of time, but no one came on stage. Wang Huaiyou waited anxiously and said: "It seems that no one dares to challenge, that means I won." As he said, he wanted to jump down. Suddenly, a voice came out: "Wait a minute!" Suddenly, an old monk in a fairy robe came up to the battlefield, clasped his hands together and said: "Donor, wait a minute, I will come..." "Ah, Master Kule, I am just a cook, how can I move you? Change someone? Change someone?" Wang Huaiyou said anxiously, and even said it twice. "Haha, don't be modest. Although I am dazzled, I can still see that the martial arts you practiced include my Shaolin secret scripture, the Daluo Diamond Sutra." Master Kule clasped his hands together and said slowly. As soon as this was said, there was an uproar in the audience. "How is it possible?" "Isn't the Diamond Sutra in the Shaolin Wanjing Pavilion? How did this person learn it?" "It's really unforgivable that he stole it from Shaolin."... The sound of condemnation from the audience made the kind-hearted Master Kule's face distorted. He whispered like a compassionate Bodhisattva chanting a sad song for the people of this last age: "Are the scriptures that your sect robbed a hundred years ago still intact?" "Master, I don't know what scriptures are or are not. You should ask them about things that happened a hundred years ago. Why are you asking me?" Wang Huaiyou was shocked. "Then the old monk has no choice but to offend the donor." As he said this, he put his withered hands together, made a bow step forward and backward, and rushed towards Wang Huaiyou with a "du". His hands kept changing their hand gestures in the Teng Luo, whether it was a palm or a fist, or a claw or a hook, and he actually integrated all the unique skills of Shaolin into one, with endless changes, just like that one move turned into hundreds of thousands of moves. Attacked Wang Huaiyou, while Wang Huaiyou, who was just honest and slow, stood there like a bronze statue, with golden light on his body and clothes. All the attacks of Master Kule were like a drop in the ocean. Everyone in the audience couldn't help but shout: "Daluo Diamond Sutra!" Even Wang Tianyou and the leaders of various sects were surprised, "How is it possible! How could the Diamond Sutra be learned by people from Xingtian Palace!" "Is it possible that Shaolin and Xingtian Palace have colluded?" "Don't talk nonsense." "How did the secret scriptures in the Wanjing Pavilion guarded by Shaolin day and night learn it? Who in the world can steal a tile from the Wanjing Pavilion?"... The audience had already been in chaos, arguing about this matter. Suddenly, a loud roar suppressed the voices of everyone. Elder Kule kept changing his moves to attack, and said painfully: "A hundred years ago, Xingtian Palace was looted by Shaolin. In fact, many secret books have been lost. I just hope that the scriptures are still kept in Xingtian Palace. Otherwise, otherwise..." As he said this, Master Kule suddenly coughed. But how could anyone have heard of such an incident in Shaolin? How could it be possible that the world didn't know about the robbery of the scriptures in Shaolin after a hundred years? How could such a thing be justified? Everyone thought that Master Kule was getting old and confused, but they didn't know where the Daluo Diamond Sutra used by Wang Huaiyou came from. Maybe it was just a coincidence that the two techniques were similar. Although Wang Huaiyou stretched out his hand slowly, he relied on the defense of the golden body to remove most of the attacks. But he was still in great pain, and Master Kele was very excited, and there was already some internal force in his claws, which gave Wang Huaiyou a headache. With a sudden roar, Wang Huaiyou used both hands to push Master Kule away, and dodged a few feet away, saying: "Master Kule, what I used is not the Daluo Diamond Sutra, but the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art." "Donor, don't quibble. I have heard from my master that those who have learned the Daluo Diamond Sutra have a golden body, red and orange armor, an indestructible body, and are controlled by ghosts and gods. Isn't this it?" He attacked again, but his steps became heavier, and he left deep footprints wherever he went. It was obvious that Master Kule was going to do his best. Even if Wang Huaiyou was protected by the divine art, he was still young after all, and he was afraid that he would be in danger. "No more fighting, no more fighting, I lost, no more fighting!" Wang Huaiyou shouted and rushed to the edge without thinking twice and jumped off the stage. Master Kule was stunned for a moment, and wanted to chase him, and used the Nine Curves and Delicate Claws to catch Wang Huaiyou. Suddenly, the Sword God Wang Tianyou flashed onto the stage, grabbed Master Kule's dry right hand and said, "Master, he has already admitted defeat!" At this time, Wang Tianyou discovered that Master Kele's face was already covered with tears, and his face was distorted, like an old ghost who died unjustly, or a shriveled tree demon. After being caught by Wang Tianyou, the dry hands began to emit a dead aura, which was really horrifying. Although Wang Tianyou was so scared that he almost retreated, he still supported Master Kule and took the master off the stage. Under the attention of everyone, he slowly walked to the place where the abbot of Shaolin was, and everyone helped each other sit down. After Master Jie Wen gave Master Kule the elixir, he asked anxiously, "Uncle, is this Daluo Diamond Sutra true?" Master Kule did not answer, but just cried and laughed, as if he was crazy. Wang Tianyou had no choice but to comfort him a few words, turned around, and sighed slightly. "Master, let's go catch that guy and ask him for the whereabouts of the secret book?" "Brother, this opportunity cannot be missed!"...