Jong-seok, who was looking at the monks, turned his head toward the right angle when he saw the hand gesture of the old man hitting him.

"We can't miss martial arts at Shaolin Festival. May I ask for a lesson?"

He smiled at Jong-seok's words and opened his mouth to the people around me.

"As the second Shaolin said, martial arts can't be left out of Sorim's festival. Although it is divided into the first and second parts, it is good to exchange martial arts with each other as both companies continue their tradition of Sorim."

"That's right!"

"Good!"

People began to cheer and clap at the word on time. They have a good view.

The disciples of the second Shaolin Temple, who continued the tradition of Shaolin Temple, and the first Shaolin Temple, who is currently leading Shaolin, are competing.

The most interesting thing in the world is watching fire and fighting, and it's not just a normal fight, it's a fight between Shaolin's draws.

Besides, the pride of the first and second Shaolin is at stake.

When people clapped their hands, they saw the monks behind them, who were joined together in all directions.

Monks began to bite people backwards.

The monks in the space grabbed the rope and stretched the line so that no one could come out.

He pointed the stalks above the temple.

"Come up and see."

I went to the chair on the stairs of the Daeungjeon Hall and sat down, nodding at the exact moment of Jongseok's words.

"Then what would you do with the method?"

When asked by Jong-seok, he saw those behind him, saying,

"In the form of a confrontation, if one side accepts defeat, let's end it."

"What if you don't admit defeat?"

"Then the game should go on."

"Even if I get hurt?"

"Should we be afraid of the hurt of those who learn martial arts? You get hurt a little bit and you get into trouble."

Jong-seok nodded at the exact words.

"Then let's go with that. Let's get started."

When the clock rose, one of the monks in the back kicked to the ground and ran down the stairs.

The monk bowed his head in a joint when he landed on the ground, performing several tricks in the air.

He saw Paul at last.

"Paul will decide the order."

Paul knows his disciples better than he does, so he gave him a choice.

Paul glanced at the monk. Paul also has some idea of the monks' ability to follow the right direction.

Paul opened his mouth while he was looking at the monk in the yard with hard eyes.

"Let the Charlesons deal with it."

As the middle-aged man behind Paul tried to step up, the young man behind him said,

"Do you even need to step up? Give us a chance."

Jerome's opponent is strong.

"We're strong, too."

Paul looked at his disciples at Jerome's words. They were looking at themselves with confidence.

When Paul hesitated for a moment, he opened his mouth on time.

"If you don't have a rival, will you give up?"

Paul nodded at the exact words.

"The Jerome opponent is strong. Don't let your guard down."

"Okay."

Then Jerome ran down the stairs like a monk did.

Jong-seok nodded as he saw it.

That's better than that's good.

According to Jong-seok's idea, Jerome can't beat a monk. I'm good at it, but... The Buddhist monk has a strong fragrance.

Of course it doesn't mean that it smells like real blood. That's what Shaolin's experience was saying.

I've never killed one or two of these monks.

The fight between the man who has killed and the man who has never killed... And a monk is better than Jerome.

Then the conclusion came out. A monk wins.

Once your head is bent, your hubris will be broken. I just hope you're not seriously hurt.

Feeling the delicate touch of life from the monk's body, Jongseok watched the Daeryeon.

Jerome, standing opposite the monk, bowed his head, taking the oath.

"Jerom, the disciple of Shaolin, may I ask you for a lesson?"

Jerome was a little disappointed, imitating what he saw in the martial arts movie.

I should have learned some Chinese.

Jerome was a little disappointed that he couldn't speak beautifully in Chinese. Then it would look like a martial arts movie that you like.

With the siege, Jerome glanced at the death penalty. Some of them were filming themselves with their cell phones.

Neither the death penalty nor himself thought they would lose. They are masters of Shaolin's traditional martial arts.

And this kind of place was exciting. Although I learned Shaolin martial arts, I rarely used it.

My father, a teacher, could not let me use martial arts without permission.

Fathers' teachers made it impossible to use military service and use it only for righteous purposes.

In places like movies, superheroes catch bad guys and fight for justice, but in reality it's not that easy to meet bad guys.

Why I don't see such bad guys, and why crime only happens where I'm not confident.

So I didn't have any experience using martial arts. Now that I'm here at Shaolin Temple in China, I don't think I'll have the chance to perform martial arts to my heart'

"Then where shall we go and win.

Jerome, muttering inwardly, smiled and saw the monk standing in front of him.

The winner was just staring at him with a class president.

'Can't you understand me?'

Jerome spoke in English and wondered if he could not understand.

"Start? Okay?"

When I asked if I could start with easy English, the monk nodded quietly.

Jerome posed for him.

Papapot!

Jerome's ripened season was in my own right.

When Jerome took the position of Na Han-kwon, his opponent nodded and took the position of Na Han-kwon.

Whether it is orthodox or not, the first Shaolin Temple still has its own right.

The two sides took the positions of the former Han-kwon and soon joined each other.

Papapot! Papapot!

Jong-seok was watching the confrontation between Jerome and the monk with a serious face. Jerome and the Monks fought fiercely.

"Surely, it's great."

Jerome's skills were good.

Except for Jangno, the best martial arts Jongseok has ever seen is Kang Seung-yoon. Even Kang Seung-yoon can't easily beat Jerome.

But the odds are against Jerome's attack. But it was not the end.

It's gonna be over soon.

It seemed as though we were in a tense dispute, but we had some room for victory.

However, the reason why this game is being played is because of the intention to look cool and fancy to people.

A glimpse!

Jong-seok turned his head slightly and looked at Paul and his disciples. Paul's face was stiff.

He also read his opponent's intentions. And so did other middle-aged people.

It was only the young disciples who didn't know it. Whenever Jerome's attack failed, they were sighing with regret.

When he saw the figure, Jong-seok hurriedly turned his eyes. At that moment, he felt that the monk was living in a temple.

Boom boom!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Jerome shrieked back. Jerome's arms were folded in reverse.

And the monk was trying to swing his fist at Jerome's shoulder.

"You son of a gun!"

If you get a strong shock again with your arms bent... Your arm will become a moron.

After seeing it, Jong-seok hit the ground.

Fa'at!

A new type of stone falls in front of Jerome in an instant by the polarizing bulyeonghaseo.

Whiz!

Standing in front of a fist flying toward Jerome, Jong-seok moved his hand.

Fa'at!

The monk's fist was caught, pulled, and pushed before he knew it.

Shaking!

At that moment, the monk's body was in the air and landed on the ground, twisting its waist.

You're responding fast.

If he were a normal person, he would have fallen off the ground, but he twisted his back and landed in the air.

The muttered inside, Jong-seok examined Jerome.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Looking at Jerome biting his lips and swallowing his groan, Jong-seok looked at the arm.

Jerome's arms were bent in reverse. If it had been hit a little harder, the bones would have come out through the flesh.

Jong-seok's face was distorted when he saw it.

'This...'

"Jerom!"

Only then did Paul and his disciples rush down. Paul's face hardened when he saw Jerome's arm.

Then Paul glared at the monk.

"What is this..."

Jong-seok snuck Paul's pants. When Paul saw him, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"It's just broken."

"Just? Is this just the thing? This is a treatment..."

Paul is a martial artist and has learned a lot of medicine from his teacher. And in his eyes, this injured arm was in a difficult condition to recover.

"I just broke it. We can cure it."

"But..."

"The only thing that allowed us to win or lose in the competition was to admit that we had lost. And we decided to risk getting hurt. So it's just... it's just. So we have something to say when they're hurt, don'"

Paul bit his lips at Jong-seok's horse. Then he glared at the monk fiercely.

"That's right. It's a game that can we hurt each other?"

Paul understood what he said, and Jong-seok saw Jerome.

"Jerome, can you hear me?"

"Uh!"

Jerome nodded softly, and Jong-seok said,

"I broke my arm. But it can be cured, so don't worry. It hurts a little instead."

"Can you treat it?"

Jong-seok nodded at Paul's words. Then he carefully grabbed Jerome's broken arm and twisted it.

Boom boom!

"Kh..."

Looking at Jerome, who was unconscious by the touch of a broken bone, Jong-seok tore one side of the suit and wrapped it tightly around the broken place.

Then he held Jerome carefully and said to Paul,

"The opponent is not easy. And it's hard in your hands, so be careful with it. I'll be back after Jerome's treatment."

"Okay."

When Jong-seok ran to one side holding Jerome, Paul pointed to two of his disciples.

"Follow me."

"Okay."

As the disciples hurried after Jong-seok, Paul saw the remaining monk in the yard.

He stood with indifferent eyes as the class president.

At the sight, Paul looked at the right angle and toward the elder.

"I'll take the next fight."

Paul's words drew a smile to the front.

"Our disciple still seems to have some strength, so... Second Shaolin Temple: Come on out."

Paul frowned at the exact words.

You're saying you're going to deal with us all as one.

Paul then saw the monks behind the square. The number is twelve.

I wish I could, but... This monk alone is very skilled.

'Children are no match. Me and the priests have to deal with it. You have to deal with it with as little strength as you can.

Paul opened his mouth with thought.

"Charleson"

"Thank you."

"Your hands are cruel. Be careful"

Boom boom!

Paul nodded at the sight of Charles clenching his fist without a word.

He's Jerome's father and teacher, so he wanted to deal with it.

Then Paul and Shaolin disciples began to climb the stairs again. Then, Paul took turns looking at the place where the old man and the monk were.

Did you run this distance in one breath?'

It occurred to me that the stone next to him stopped the monk's fist before I knew it.

Jong-seok, who took Jerome to his room for treatment, told his disciples to keep an eye on him and hurried out.

While he was coming out of Jerome's treatment, Charleson and Seung-Ra were beating and kicking.

No, Charleson was beating the monk madly. Sometimes the monk's fists and feet hit Charles' body, but he didn't budge.

He was just beaten, beaten, pushed forward, and beaten a monk.

The monk was sick and tired of Charleson's move, and focused on avoiding the attack.

But Charleson quickly caught up with the monk, swinging his fists and feet.

And... and when the monk's fist flew in his face, Charleson spun his body and grabbed his wrist, he ran as fast as he could, and then he hit his elbow with his knee.

Puck! Punch!

"Argh!"

The monk screamed and tried to back down in pain as if his elbow had been broken off.

But Charleson's move didn't end there. I punched the retreating monk in the shoulder.

Phew!

Boom boom!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

The monk took revenge on Jerome just as he was going to do.

And then his foot fell for that kind of course.

A Buddhist monk behind the square broke in and fired a shot at Charleson.

But the foot had to stop in the air. A foot appeared in the middle of the foot that was taken down and blocked it.

Puck!

Two feet hit in the air just stopped in the air. If the monk stormed in and attacked Charles, it was Jongseok who stopped it.

Looking at his feet confronting each other in the air, Jong-seok looked at the monk, biting his lips on one side and turning his head to the one who was holding back the pain.

"You're just hurt... all right?"

The monk, who was confronting Jong-seok's horse, turned his foot away.

"This time, we lost."

Then when the monk took the injured monk up the stairs, Jong-seok saw Charleson.

"You can go up, too.

"I can do more."

The last stone shook his head at Charleson's words.

"I'm not seriously hurt, but I've been hit too much. And I'm so excited right now."

"I..."

"They're going to be poisoned, too."

At Jong-seok's words, Charlesson looked at him, lowered his head, and went up the stairs.

When he saw Paul, he pointed out another middle-aged man and started sending him down.