The strongest in the heavens, the king of fishing

"It's a great honor for our temple to be honored by a master!" Hearing this, Xuanci clasped his hands together, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Jumozhi, Tubo mountain monk, see the abbot of Shaolin Temple!"

A figure leaped over and landed opposite Xuan Ci, standing not far from Murong Bo, holding a string of Buddhist beads, standing still like a mountain.

"The national teacher came to Shaolin in person, and this old monk welcomes you!" Xuan Ci nodded slightly, feeling that Jiumozhi seemed to be coming in a bad way.

"Amitabha!" Jiumozhi proclaimed the Buddha's name, and looked at Murong Bo, "Mr. Murong, when I heard that my husband went west, I was very sad. It turns out that my husband is not living in seclusion, and there are other deep meanings. I am so happy to meet today!"

"Because of my family and country, I pretended to be dead, and let Master miss you!"

Seeing Jiumozhi, Murong Bo became happy, reached out to shake Jiumozhi's hand, and said with a smile.

"Don't you dare? That year when the young monk talked about martial arts and swords with his master, he was instructed by him, and he also gave him Shaolin 72 unique skills as a gift from him. The young monk deeply felt it!"

Jiumozhi smiled slightly, looked at Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan, the purpose is self-evident, that is to help Murong Bo.

"The later period of the supreme master is getting more and more interesting!"

Ye Donghuang looked at the changes in the field, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he didn't pay attention to Jiumozhi, but he could faintly feel a deep gaze in Shaolin Temple was always paying attention to this place.

Presumably it was the sweeping monk of the invincible grand master realm!

I wonder if he will show up?

If Shaolin is in trouble, he will definitely come forward, and Ye Donghuang discovered that the hidden dangers caused by Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts training in their bodies may not be caused by not practicing Buddhism but forcibly practicing Shaolin martial arts.

Nine out of ten are man-made.

Thinking of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan finally converting to Buddhism and worshiping under the Sweeping Monk's sect, Ye Donghuang seems to understand a little bit! !

All of this is probably designed by the sweeping monk, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have fallen into the sweeping monk's urn since they entered the Sutra Pavilion.

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Chapter 25 The Sweeper Monk Pretends

"Jumozhi, Tubo State Teacher? I don't know how strong he is?"

"Although I don't like Xiao Feng, I hate Jiumozhi even more, a foreign national teacher who dares to go to our Middle-earth martial arts forest to show off his power and blow his balls!"

Murong Bo locks onto Xiao Yuanshan, Jiumozhi confronts Xiao Feng, the battle is imminent.

Everyone held their breath, feeling that today's martial arts conference was not in vain, it was really exciting!

Roar!

A dragon's chant resounded throughout the world, Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi were fighting together, his martial arts didn't change too much, he followed the way of one move that was eaten all over the world, and back and forth were the moves of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon .

But there are not many people in this world who can block his tricks.

But his opponent Jiumozhi's martial arts are very extensive and changeable.

Jiumozhi was gifted and intelligent since he was a child, he never forgets his photographs, and was obsessed with martial arts. He was awarded the magical skill of "Flame Sword" by the master of the Nyingma School of the Esoteric School of Tubo Kingdom. They exchanged the practice formulas of "sword" and were able to learn the unique skills of Shaolin school.

"Kang Long has regrets!"

Xiao Feng sent out with one palm, his true energy transformed into a dragon, the terrifying coercion was overwhelming, making it hard for people to parry.

"Hannya Palm!"

Jiumozhi used Shaolin 72 unique skill Prajna palm to deter demons and heretics, the two powerful palms collided, the force swept around them centered on them, bricks and stones flew, every warrior couldn't help retreating, for fear of being affected.

"Northern Qiaofeng really deserves its reputation. It was even able to draw with the poor monk. It's just that the poor monk suddenly remembered that there is something important to do, so we will fight again at another time!"

Jiumozhi took a step back, felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood welled up, he swallowed it forcefully in order not to lose face, left in a hurry after leaving a word.

"Why did you leave?"

"It ran away?"

"What is the Tubo national teacher, it is really vulnerable!"

Everyone was full of disappointment and despised one after another, but unfortunately Jiumozhi had already left Shaolin and couldn't hear what they said, at this moment a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his heart was full of horror.

He originally wanted to sell Murong Bo's favor and show off his strength, but he didn't expect to fall to the iron plate, and was repulsed as soon as he appeared on the stage.

Everyone naturally didn't know what Jiumozhi was thinking, but they also guessed that the opponent was not Xiao Feng's opponent and ran away directly.

"waste!"

Murong Bo cursed inwardly, it became him facing Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan alone again.

Now it is for revenge, naturally there is no need to talk about morals, Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan teamed up, Murong Bo suddenly became precarious, he wanted to escape but couldn't escape.

"Murong Bo is about to lose!" Li Qiushui's beautiful eyes flashed, and the situation in the field was already very obvious.

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

"Big boss?"

Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui, Li Canghai, and Zhao Shirong were a little puzzled and didn't quite understand what the big boss meant.

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

Murong Bo and Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan face each other, the three of them fight for palm strength from a distance, Murong Bo is one against two, his face is pale, he is about to be unable to hold on.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddha's horn sounded, and the warriors present were startled, they found a simple old monk suddenly appeared between the palms of Murong Bo and Xiao Feng and his son, blocking the palms of the three with one person.

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

"Fuck, who is this? It's amazing!"

"Shaolin really has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I never thought there would be such a strong man!"

"As expected of the Central Plains Wulin Taishan Beidou, it is really powerful!"

Seeing the appearance of the sweeping monk, all the warriors exclaimed, their eyes horrified.

Murong Bo, Xiao Feng, and Xiao Yuanshan are already the strongest they have ever seen, but they never expected that someone could stand between the three of them alone.

What power is this?

"Invincible Grand Master!"

The eyes of Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui, and Li Canghai suddenly became serious. They were only one line away from the invincible grand master, but the difference between them was a world of difference.