Chapter 154

"Jiumozhi, the national teacher of Tubo state? Don't know the strength? "

"Although I don't like Xiao Feng, I hate Hatoyama Chi even more. He is a foreign national teacher. He dares to go to our middle earth martial arts forest and blow up his eggs!"

Murongbo locks in Xiao Yuanshan, and jiumozhi fights Xiao Feng, and the battle is imminent.

Everyone held their breath and felt that today's Wulin conference was not in vain. It was really wonderful!

roar!

Xiao Feng and Jiu Mozhi fight each other. His martial arts don't change much. He takes the way of eating all over the sky. To and fro, he uses the techniques of 18 dragon subduing palms.

But there are not many people in the world who can block his moves.

His opponent, Jiu Mozhi, has a wide range of martial arts skills.

As a child, Jiu Mozhi was gifted and never forgot. He was obsessed with martial arts. He was taught the magic skill of "flame sword" by the master of Ningma sect in the secret religion of Tubo. Later, he made friends with Murong Bo, the descendant of Murong family in Suzhou, and exchanged the training methods of "flame sword" to learn the unique skill of Shaolin school.

"The dragon has regrets!"

Xiao Feng sent it out with one hand, the real Qi turned into dragon, and the terrible pressure was overwhelming, which was hard to resist.

"Prajna palm!"

Jiumozhi used the seventy-two skills of Shaolin, the Exorcism in the palm of Prajna. Two powerful palms collided with each other. The power centered on them swept all over the place, and the bricks and stones splashed. Each warrior could not help retreating, for fear of being affected.

"Beiqiaofeng really deserves its reputation. It's a draw with me, but I suddenly think there's something important to do. I'll fight again some other day!"

Jiumozhi stepped back, only to feel a sweet throat, blood gushing, in order not to lose face forced to swallow back, leaving a word and then left in a hurry.

"Why did you leave?"

"That's it?"

"What's the Tubo national teacher? It's really vulnerable!"

People are full of disappointment and despise each other. It's a pity that jiumozhi has gone out of Shaolin and can't hear what they said. At this time, a mouthful of blood gushes out, and his heart is full of horror.

He wanted to sell murongbo a favor and show his strength by the way, but he didn't expect to fall to the iron plate and was beaten back as soon as he appeared.

Of course, they didn't know what jiumozhi thought, but they also guessed that the other side was not Xiao Feng's opponent and fled directly.

"Waste!"

Murongbo scolded in his heart, but he faced Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan alone.

At this moment, it's for revenge. Naturally, there's no need to talk about the morality of the river and the lake. Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan join hands, and Murong Boden is in danger when he wants to escape.

"Murongbo is going to lose!" Li Qiushui's beautiful eyes flow, and the form in the field is very obvious.

"There's a big boss coming out!" Ye Donghuang nodded and said suddenly.

"Big boss?"

Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui, Li Canghai and Zhao Shirong have some doubts about what big boss means.

But I can guess that there should be some powerful people coming out.

Murong Bo and Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan fight each other. They fight each other across the air. Murong Bo is one to two. His face is pale and he can't hold on.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's trumpet rings, and the martial arts present are surprised to find that a simple old monk suddenly appears in the middle of murongbo's and Xiao Feng's palm power. One person blocks the palm power of the three.

This old monk is the sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion.

"Who is this, trough? How awesome

"It's true that Shaolin has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I didn't expect that there would be such a strong one!"

"It's worthy of being the champion of the Wulin in the Central Plains. It's really powerful!"

Seeing the floor sweeping monk appear, one by one the warriors exclaimed in horror.

Murongbo, Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan are the strongest they have ever seen. Unexpectedly, there are still people who can stand in the middle of the three.

What strength is this?

"Invincible great master!"

Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui and Li Canghai's eyes suddenly become dignified. They are only one line away from the invincible great master, but the difference is the difference between heaven and earth.

Before their master xiaoyaozi, they were the great master of invincible. They knew the terror of the great master of invincible better.

Of course, they are not afraid of Ye Donghuang!

After all, ye Donghuang is no weaker than their master xiaoyaozi in the master's realm, not to mention now that he has been promoted to the Supreme Master!

"Amitabha!"

The floor sweeping monk downplayed the three men's palm power, and calmed everyone down, including Xiao Yuanshan. He didn't do it immediately. His eyes were solemn, "who are you?"

"I'm just an old monk sweeping the floor of the Sutra Pavilion!"

Sweeping monk light mouth, in the current words is forced to pretend.

"How come I've never seen you in the Sutra Pavilion for 30 years?" Xiao Yuanshan was so surprised that he said strangely.

"He was so absorbed in martial arts classics that he could not see the old monk!"

Like a plain old monk, the monk continued: "I remember that the first time the Buddhist monk came to the Sutra pavilion to steal a copy of wuxiangjie Zhipu. From then on, the Buddhist monk became a demon!""If you don't hide your breath and hide where others can't see you, how can others not see you?"

Zhao Shirong turned his lips and scoffed at the monk's saying, "if you don't have any distractions, you can't see it.".

If it happened once or twice, it could be said that it was a coincidence, but in 30 years, it didn't happen once. It was ridiculous. If she didn't deliberately hide, she would not believe it.

A group of people in the Wulin around him nodded secretly. They felt that the old monk was dishonest and knew how to brag.

However, no one dares to speak out like Zhao Shirong because of the terrible power of the old monk.

"How do you know so well?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more shocked when he heard the speech. He felt that the floor sweeping monk must have been watching him secretly at that time, otherwise he would not have known so clearly.

But he knew nothing about it for 30 years. Thinking of this, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat and felt that the floor sweeping monk was profound.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

The sweeping monk sighed, as if he had not heard what Zhao Shirong and Xiao Yuanshan said. He said to himself, "the second time that Mr. Xiao came here to read Prajna palm, the old monk sighed to himself. Knowing that the more the monk became possessed, he put a Dharma Sutra and zaahan Sutra in the place where he used to take books, hoping that he could borrow them to understand them with his heart."

"Who would have expected that the hermit was addicted to martial arts, but ignored the authentic Buddhist dharma. He left these two sutras aside and found a magic wand method. He went happily!"

"Alas, I don't know when I can extricate myself from the misery."

The floor sweeper sighed, and heard that Xiao Yuanshan, murongbo, and all the soldiers around them were thrilled.

Xiao Yuanshan and murongbo are still like this. If they were to be them, they would shudder to think about it.

"Murong residents are Xianbei people, but they have lived in Jiangnan for several generations. The old monk first expected that they must have been involved in the literary talent of the Southern Dynasties."

"I didn't know that when I came to the Sutra Pavilion, I abandoned my grandfather's French and the quotations of the eminent monks of all ages. I picked out a book named" flower fingering "and found it as a treasure! “

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