When the King of Golden Wheel saw the fierce demon-subduing pestle, his eyes narrowed slightly. He privately used his strength to his hand and caught the demon-subduing pestle that flew in front of him. It seemed that the demon-subduing pestle was automatically flying into his hands. Others did not dare to underestimate the old monk after seeing it.

The Golden Wheel King inserted the demon-subduing pestle next to him and easily entered the ground three inches. Most of his attention was on Zhou Xuan, but on the surface he shouted to Darba quietly.

"Darba, come back."

Huo Du next to him said blankly to King Jinlun.

"Master, this..."

However, before Huo Du finished speaking, King Jinlun shook his head and said.

"He is not the boy's opponent."

After all, he is also a master, so naturally he will not let his disciples continue to make a fool of themselves.

Zhou Xuanlu's move just now was really not something that ordinary people could use. If Darba continues to compete, it would be a shame for himself. Instead of letting Darba continue to embarrass him, it would be better to just admit defeat.

When Darba heard the call of King Jinlun, his face showed a shame. He folded his hands together and bowed to Zhou Xuan in front of him, and then walked down dejectedly.

Others couldn't understand what the Golden Wheel Dharma King was saying, but they could see clearly the situation on the field. When they saw Darba's salute, they naturally knew that they had won.

The heroes cheered in unison and shouted.

"We won the second game!"

"Young hero is very good at martial arts!"

"Young man is good at kung fu!"

"Young man is a good person!"

"Mongolian Tartars get out quickly, don't come to the Central Plains to embarrass you!"

After seeing Zhou Xuan win like this, Xiaolongnu didn't feel anything surprised. She just heard others cheering for Zhou Xuan, and she felt proud of Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan himself was not surprised by his favor and disgrace while standing on the stage, and his face was not turbulent. He just continued to show a faint smile and looked at the Mongolian side.

On the other hand, Huang Rong was also very happy to see this and whispered to Guo Jing beside her.

"Guo'er's experience was extraordinary. You didn't have such skills at his age."

Guo Jing was happy and nodded. He stared at the heart of the hall without blinking.

Seeing that neither of his two disciples were Zhou Xuan's opponents, King Jinlun was in a mood. He still remained calm on his face, just sitting on the chair and asking with a faint smile.

"Young man, who is your master?"

In addition to his outstanding martial arts, he is also knowledgeable and talented. He can speak Chinese, which surprised many people.

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said.

"My master is no longer alive."

In fact, to be serious, he has not officially become a teacher. However, he has learned a lot of kung fu, and all of them are top-notch martial arts.

King Jinlun glanced at Guo Jing behind him, and said with a smile on his face.

"In this way, you are not Hong Qigong's apprentice."

Zhou Xuan shook his head again, then said with a smile.

"No, but if you want to ask the Qigong's unique skills, then I can force you to give me some tricks."

His eighteen dragon subduing palms and dog-beating sticks are very familiar, and a good opponent in front of him is also itchy.

Huo Du heard Zhou Xuan speak so shamelessly that he immediately stared at Zhou Xuan and cursed at him.

"Speak wildly! My master is not you..."

King Jinlun turned his head and shouted at Huodu.

"Shut up."

Huo Du lowered his head helplessly and became silent.
Chapter completed!