The next day, Li Jiu came to the martial arts venue early, but found that no one was there, and said, "Did I come too early? No one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came in through the gate one after another. In less than five minutes, there were already people standing below the martial arts field.

Li Jiu came to his seat and sat down. Zi Ling moved a small stool and sat next to Li Jiu. The person below saw Li Jiu bringing a girl and sighed: "The Prison Department is the Prison Department. He even brought the girl with him as a referee. By the way, this girl looks a little more realistic."

Zhengsan looked at Chong Xuzi holding a wine gourd and walked to the referee's seat shakingly, cleared his throat and said, "Since our referees are all here, I will announce today's competition events. There is nothing else in the competition events. Just like in previous years, fighting the law, formation, and talismans are fine. Whoever hits the opponent first will win."

"First, our competition is divided into five groups, one game a day, and the winners enter the promotion, occupy the ring and accept the second day's game. The first game is held by Jinchan Temple against Longhu Mountain. In order to make everyone watch the game more pleasantly, we specially found a professional commentator this year. Let us stay tuned who will win this Dao Sect Competition."

"Okay, everyone, today I, Qian Li Zhao, will give you a commentary on the competition." A middle-aged man in Tang suit jumped out and said.

Li Jiu was a little surprised. This money is not like a commentator. It seems that he is clearly a storyteller under the overpass!

Zhengichi said to Zhengsan: "Where did you find this commentator? Why do I look familiar?"

Zhengsan whispered: "It's the storyteller at the foot of our Longhu Mountain. You just told me about this idea yesterday. I didn't have time to find someone. When I was going down the mountain, I saw that guy speaks fluently, so I brought him back."

Just as he glanced at Qian Lizhao who was rising on the martial arts stage, he sighed and said, "Okay, I hope he won't mess it up."

Zhengsan said: "Don't worry, he is a storyteller, so it should be fine to explain a competition or something."

Everyone in the martial arts arena talked about: "The creativity of Longhu Mountain is good. I found a commentator. I always dozed off when I watch the competition. It's okay if I encounter fast ones, but I encountered slow fighting for two or three days. I believe this competition should not be lonely."

Another person said: "Yes, yes, the Longhu Mountain was really good this time."

Zhengyi heard the praise from the people below, and showed a happy smile on his face, and said to Zhengsan: "Junior brother, you did a good job this time."

Zheng San looked at Zheng Yi with a smile on his face and secretly cursed "hypocrisy" in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, and turned his attention to the martial arts stage.

"Okay, no, all the audience, today is the big day for our Taoist sect in the world. Yes, it's the Taoist sect competition. Are you surprised? Yes, this year, with my commentary, let's look forward to the championship together." Qian Lizhao said very passionately, and the audience in the audience cheered.

Some older Taoist people looked at Qian Li Zhao who was so energetic that he was talking about on the stage, and angrily scolded: "It's so unfair to the customs, so unfair to the customs. What a great competition, you Longhu Mountain is like a secular concert! How can it be? "

Some old Taoist priests who were so excited about it said, "Forget it, it's the stage for young people now, and we should lose the old traditions. I'm quite looking forward to what the little guys in Longhu Mountain will make this big comparison this time."

"Oh!" The old Taoist priest who had been blowing his beard and staring at Qian Li Zhao in front of him, sat down helplessly, watching Qian Li Zhao play tricks.

"Dear audiences, the one who appears below is a monk from our Jinchan Temple. Look at his plump belly, and look at his fat head and ears, his big belly is full of fat. Oh no, it is a Buddhist scripture." Qian Lizhao said to the monk from Jinchan Temple who came on stage.

The monk from Jinchan Temple stared at Qian Li Zhao with anger. Qian Li Zhao looked like a monk who was not a murderous look. He continued to say to the disciples of Longhu Mountain who appeared: "Look, this is a heavyweight game. Look at our Jinchan Temple players, whose physique, waist, and big belly. When we look at our Longhu Mountain players, they are like a monkey. Are you looking forward to this pig and monkey battle?"

The disciple of Longhu Mountain looked at Qian Li Zhao in front of him, staring at Qian Li Zhao with anger on his face, thinking, "What explanation did Uncle Zheng San find? This is obviously a lunatic, he also said that he is a monkey, and he is called him."

Qian Lizhao continued: "Okay, our Pig and Monkey Battle will officially begin, and the two players are staring at each other with a fierce look."

The monk from Jinchan Temple and the disciples of Longhu Mountain stared at Qian Li Zhao with anger. If it weren't for the competition, the two would have run off the martial arts stage and faced Qian Li Zhao with a double.

The bell of the competition rang, and the monk said, "Iron Clothing!" After that, he rushed forward and waved his fists at the disciples of Longhu Mountain.

Qian Lizhao looked at the monk's move and commented: "Now our monk waved his big fist towards our thin monkey player, and was coming with great momentum. What would you guess our thin monkey player be like?"

The disciples of Longhu Mountain looked at the monk in an iron cloth shirt and knew that he was no match for the monk with his strength, so they dodged and came to the monk's back.

"Yes, that's right, our thin monkey player chose to avoid it. He was a clever monkey king who walked around the pig and avoided our big bald fist. Then what kind of things will our thin monkey player do that will be angered by both humans and gods? Please see the next section."

After Qian Lizhao said that, he ran down, slapped Qian Lizhao on the head, and said, "What are you doing? You are really a storyteller, hurry up and explain it to me, otherwise I will charge you for the venue fee for the storyteller at the foot of Longhu Mountain for so many years."

Qian Lizhao heard the venue, and immediately straightened his back and said, "Yes, I'll give you some wonderful explanations."

"Hmph!" Zheng Sanyi shook his sleeves and walked back. Qian Lizhao looked at the game and said, "Next, our Longhu Mountain disciple took out something. It seemed to be taken out from something that was impossible. Yes, he took out a sword."

"What did our contestant want to do when he took out his sword? Could it be that he wanted to do something obscene to our monk?" Qian Lizhao looked at the Longhu Mountain disciples with a terrifying look. The audience in the audience looked at the Longhu Mountain disciples who appeared behind the monk with the sword.

At this time, the monk hit the pillar next to him because his punch was too fierce, and his hand passed through the pillar directly. The disciple of Longhushan stood behind the monk's butt, holding a sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was facing the monk's chrysanthemum area.

The Longhu Mountain disciple was anxious. He even had his sword escaped from somewhere. What else did he want to do to this monk? He protested: "Uncle Master, I strongly ask this commentator to shut up because he seriously affected our game experience."

"Yes, let him shut up, otherwise the game will not be able to be played." The monk took his hand out of the pillar and said in protest.

Li Jiu on the referee's seat had long been laughing, and even Zi Ling turned her head because her smile was really indecent.

The referee on the side couldn't stand it anymore and whispered to Li Jiu: "Sir, you have to pay attention to your image. There are so many people watching below."

Li Jiu covered his stomach and said with a smile: "Pay attention to the image of a bird. This commentator is really a talent! It's a pity that he ran to be a storyteller."

Zhengyi looked a little ugly, and Zhengsan hurriedly ran up and said, "Why don't we set up an isolation formation on the martial arts stage and let him continue to explain. I think the audience below likes it."

Just as I closed my eyes, I said, "Just do what you said."

Zheng San nodded and came to the martial arts stage, saying, "For the sake of harmony in the competition, we decided to set up an isolated formation near the martial arts stage to avoid our commentary affecting the contestants. Please wait for a while."

After saying that, Zheng San quickly set up an isolation formation near the martial arts platform and said, "The competition continues now, our commentary is in place quickly."

Qian Lizhao left and said, "Okay, our competition continues, and the contestants are still the two contestants. This time, let's see what big things the two contestants will do? Please keep your eyes open and look at it."

After the isolation formation was arranged, the monk and the disciples of Longhu Mountain could not hear Qian Li Zhao's explanation and began to fight seriously.

The two of them circled around like this. Finally, the disciples of Longhu Mountain launched the attack first, waving the long sword in their hands, which was a fluent sword technique.

Because the monk had a golden bell-covered iron shirt, his body was covered with copper and iron bones, and he started fighting with the disciples of Longhu Mountain with bare hands.

Qian Lizhao looked at the monk who was competing with the sword of Longhu Mountain disciples with bare hands and said, "Look, everyone, our monk is capable. Look at the golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt, he directly came to catch the blade with his bare hands. Oh my God, catch the blade with his bare hands. Are you as excited as me?"

Huang Feihong below looked at Qian Lizhao, who was commenting on the commentator, laughed and said, "Isn't it just a simple golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt, and he even took the blade with his bare hands. When I go up and perform a god-like attack, wouldn't I have to have an indestructible body?"

As soon as Huang Feihong finished speaking, all the monks from Jinchan Temple around him stared at Huang Feihong. Huang Feihong smiled awkwardly and said, "Let's watch the game."
Chapter completed!