With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

fog grass.

All the troops of my Baoxiang Kingdom add up to only five thousand.

Xuanzang spread his hands.

"That's right, my apprentice has a nickname, Sleepwalking Monkey King."

"That is to say, when he is sleepwalking, he is very powerful. But when he is not dreaming, he is so-so."

The Lord Baoxiang wiped the cold sweat off his face.

"The disciple of the holy monk, have you sleepwalked tonight?"

Xuanzang looked innocent.

"That depends on whether he has played enough during the day."

"The poor monk said that he is good at martial arts. If he doesn't fight enough during the day, he will definitely sleepwalk at night."

"Enough playing during the day, no more dreams at night."

talking.

Xuanzang blinked.

"By the way, the lord, who has the biggest official in your country?"

The king of Baoxiang broke out in a cold sweat.

I feel a chill on the back of my neck.

Then he looked up at Sun Wukong.

The monkey grinned very appropriately, revealing a pair of fangs.

Bright and dazzling.

It's cold and chilling.

The Lord Baoxiang immediately turned to look at the yellow-robed monster.

His face was solemn.

"My son-in-law, the holy monk came from afar, and my Baoxiang Kingdom has always respected guests."

"Just compete with the disciple of the holy monk."

The strange faces in the yellow robes are all green.

fog grass.

You idiot, do you believe the nonsense of this stinky monk?

But think about it.

He fooled the king of Baoxiang's nonsense, and people didn't believe it.

Chapter 462

Fight with Monkey King.

The yellow-robed monster refused.

No matter what he said, he was once an upright star official with 28 constellations.

Still the head of the North.

Also used to be all-powerful in the heavenly court.

Now it cannot be said that he can fight whoever he is asked to fight.

The yellow robe stuck his neck strangely.

"Father, my son acquired this martial art to protect his family and the country..."

Xuanzang looked at King Baoxiang.

"Master, I don't know if there are monsters near your country?"

The Lord of Baoxiang had a puzzled look on his face.

"monster?"

"Why does the holy monk ask this?"

Xuanzang pointed at Zhu Zizhen.

"My three disciples have a hobby."

"That's killing demons."

"My three disciples are dignified and upright, and they hate evil like enemies."

"Once I hear a monster making trouble, I will be so angry that I can't eat or sleep."

When Zhu Zizhen heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes.

The muscles of the whole body bulged like copper cast iron.

The powerful aura of Da Luo Jinxian's peak diffused gradually.

The mortals around naturally couldn't feel it, they only felt a gust of wind blowing by.

The yellow-robed monster was so frightened that the hairs all over his body stood on end in an instant.

Fog grass?

Another great Luo Jinxian peak?

How many Daluo Jinxians does this scripture sender have?

The yellow-robed monster betrayed the Heavenly Court very early, and he knew a Monkey King in the team of Buddhist scriptures.

Of course they don't know Zhu Zizhen's identity.

At this time, Zhu Zizhen revealed the peak state of Da Luo Jinxian.

It was stupid then.

Xuanzang's words continued.

"Once my third disciple catches the monster that caused chaos."

"Just tear it apart!"

Zhu Zizhen grabbed a piece of roast chicken and crushed the bones.

"Eat its flesh!"

Zhu Zizhen bit off half of the roast chicken in one bite, including the bone and meat, making a creaking sound.

"Drink his blood!"

Zhu Zizhen grabbed a wine barrel and gulped down the bright red wine inside.

Then he stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked it.

Xuanzang's eyes fell on the yellow-robed monster.

"My lord, why are you blushing?"

The yellow-robed monster swallowed hard.

"It's so hot."

"Why is it yellow again?"

"Sunscreen is waxy."

Xuanzang let out a long cry.

Then look at the king of Baoxiang.

The smile is gentle, and the treasure is solemn.

"Then the lord, do you know where there are monsters who do evil?"

The yellow-robed monster felt itchy and painful all over his body.

And the sky is cold.

Before the king of Baoxiang opened his mouth.

He suddenly got up.

"Father, if this son-in-law learns this martial art, if he can be taught a thing or two by a holy monk from the kingdom of heaven."

"That's really good."

The king of Baoxiang was a little confused.

His mind was a little overwhelmed.

At this moment, he could only nod his head in a daze.

"Oh, oh, you son-in-law and the great disciple of the holy monk, let's start."

A shout.

Immediately, a servant came up to clear the surrounding area.

Surrounded by three feet of space.

The yellow-robed monster bit the bullet and stepped forward to cup a fist.

"The holy monk comes from the kingdom of heaven, and has always been fair. Let's go as far as possible, so as not to hurt the peace."

Xuanzang nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, Wukong, although you are good at martial arts, you can't hurt the son-in-law."

"Just click until it's over."

Sun Wukong understood.

He took out a piece of emerald green bamboo casually.

The bamboo is green and tender, as if it had just been cut.

Even the bamboo leaves on the top seem to be able to spit out water when pinched.

Monkey had a smirk on his face.

"Master, don't worry, my old grandson knows what to do best, click! To! To! Stop!"

When the yellow-robed monster saw that Monkey King didn't take the famous golden cudgel, he relaxed a lot.

It seems that they really did not discover the identity of the king.

Back then, this monkey relied on that stick of merit and virtue to kill many immortals and Buddhas.

But just such a bamboo.

That's too underestimating the king.

Immediately, he brought a steel knife from the guard.

"Saint monk disciple, please."

talking.

With the steel knife in his hand, he rushed to attack.

Sun Wukong held the bamboo in his hand and fought with the yellow-robed monster.

Played two or three rounds.

Suddenly, I heard a mid-spirited Nianzhao.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"The son-in-law held up the treasured sword, and chopped it off."

"A good walker, hold a bamboo stick and greet him face to face."

"This time, in the palace, it's a half-cloud and half-mist battle."