Urban Strongest System

0Because other than guarding the door, there was nothing else to do every day for the 18 bronze men. If it wasn't someone like Yan Feng who needed to constantly defend the dike and could be beaten up from time to time, it would be really boring. So, the 18 bronze men always controlled their strength well so that they wouldn't cripple Yan Feng while punishing him.    0

    

As a result, when they learned the newfangled skill of playing Landlord, they quickly got addicted to it.    

    

There were a total of four old poker cards, and the eighteen bronze men were split into several batches. They were playing the same game of cards as the landlord had won, or the landlord had won, or the landlord had won.    

    

Of course, Yan Feng's plan was not so simple as to make the eighteen bronze men become addicted to playing poker and then take the opportunity to leave. This was because the eighteen bronze men were not easy to defeat.    

    

While the other bronze men played cards, the rest of the bronze men were on high alert to prevent Yan Feng from sneaking away.    

    

The plan was already prepared. Yan Feng only needed to wait for a chance, and this opportunity appeared in the dead of night.    

    

Actually, this opportunity should appear anytime and would appear very soon, because the trigger condition was very simple. However, Yan Feng didn't know why, but he waited half a day for it to appear.    

    

That night's weather was a little chilly. The mournful moonlight fell onto the ancient Shaolin Temple, hazy and beautiful, as if it had merged with the tranquility unique to Shaolin Temple, causing one to feel extremely cold.    

    

The eighteen bronze men played cards under the moonlight. Their voices were very soft, so Yan Feng couldn't hear what they were saying clearly. However, he should be talking about the cards that he had played himself.    

    

"Three to two." One of the bronze men said, throwing five cards into the pile.    

    

"What 3: 2? Is that okay? Isn't it supposed to be a three pack one? " The other bronze man asked, puzzled, "Isn't it only right to bring one with us?"    

    

At this moment, a bronze man who was watching the battle chimed in, "Right, three belts one, three belts one, a pair is a pair. How can you combine them?"    

    

"Who said that? It could clearly be done in threes! Three belts, one for what? " Another bronze man said loudly.    

    

"No way!"    

    

"Sure!"    

    

The eighteen bronze men were talking all at once. They were all huddled together, arguing over whether or not they could fight with the landlord.    

    

"As expected." Yan Feng heard the heated arguments of the eighteen bronze men and showed an expression of expectation, "Even if you are monks, you can't completely leave the secular world. The moment you have a different opinion, it will immediately be quarrelled."    

    

Because Landlord was a game played by the three of them, Yan Feng taught them in separate groups. Since Yan Feng taught them how to play cards, he had started to operate the hidden box.    

    

For some he said it was possible, but he never mentioned it. For others, Yan Feng said it was possible, but he never mentioned it.    

    

Yan Feng didn't even know whether the 18 Copper Man could play Landlord, but it seemed like there were different rules in different places.    

    

The monks heard the noise and came out of their rooms. They looked curiously at the eighteen bronze men. One of them asked, "What a rare sight. The eighteen bronze men have started a fight. Am I dreaming?"    

    

The eighteen bronze men had lived together since they were young. Although they weren't blood brothers, they were absolutely close to each other. Their relationship could be said to be even stronger than metal and stone.    

    

Another monk rubbed his eyes and carefully looked. "It really is the quarrelling of the eighteen bronze men. I thought they were beating up that stubborn benefactor again."    

    

However, the stubborn benefactor in his mouth, namely Yan Feng, was hiding in a corner and observing.    

    

"I am the big brother! "Listen to me, it can only take three, take two, there's no such thing as three, take one!"    

    

"On what basis? We agreed that even though we are separated according to age, there is no difference between brothers! I will listen to you on what basis you are the big brother, and aren't you the 18th brother! I am the big brother! You all listen to me! "    

    

Yan Feng took advantage of this time to slip by. In order to complete the plan, he still needed to add some ingredients.    

    

"Bullshit!" Yan Feng was the one who said this, but the eighteen bronze men were all anxious. They couldn't tell that this wasn't their brother's voice at all.    

    

"Holy sh * t?!" How could you say such vulgar words when you were a gigolo? Did you forget how the abbot taught us not to say such vulgar words? I'll teach you a lesson in place of the abbot today! "    

    

"Aiya! You actually dared to hit me?! I'm telling you, I've been tolerating you for a long time! Sleeping and snoring at night, what the f * ck are you practicing? I can't sleep at all! Today, I must teach you a lesson! "    

    

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, we're all brothers. If you have anything to say, then sit down and talk it out. What's the point of making a move?" A bronze man who tried to persuade him was suddenly kicked.    

    

The bronze man who was kicked away fell to the ground, eating a mouthful of mud. When he got up, his face was already filled with anger. "You dare to hit me!" He rushed forward.    

    

"The Steel Head Merit Art, right? Let's see if you win with your head, or with my fist! "    

    

"Aiyo, me!" F * ck my diamond leg! Look clearly before you attack! "    

    

"King Kong Kick, right? Today, let's see if your Mighty Vajra Leg is stronger than my Mourning Soul Palm! "    

    

"Aiya! I'm not using the Mighty Diamond Leg, I'm using the Iron Head Merit! If you have the ability, come at my head. Don't hit my leg! "    

    

"Can I have three to two, can you tell me now?!"    

    

"Stop fighting!" One of the bronze men roared and sent him flying with a kick.    

    

Yan Feng was shocked as he watched the bronze doll fly to a height of more than ten meters before falling down and hanging itself on a tree.    

    

"Iron Head Merit!" Immediately after, another bronze man was sent flying at an extremely high speed. After smashing the door, he flew out dozens of meters before finally stopping after rolling on the ground a few times.    

    

"Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!" Yan Feng saw a bronze man flying towards him so he quickly dodged. The copper man that was flying towards him knocked a big hole in the stone wall and fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his seven orifices and he fainted on the spot.    

    

The remaining bronze men were killing each other. For the brothers who used to be as close as brothers, eating and sleeping together, every move was fatal. Yan Feng saw the strength they had and realized that these eighteen bronze men did not help at all.    

    

These guys, who could perfectly match each other when they hit each other, actually didn't hold back when killing each other. Yan Feng always felt that they weren't serious monks, so how could any monk swear?