After more than 50 moves, Ah Zi was already drenched in sweat, but Tang Xiaobao was still relaxed.

"Do you want to fight?"

Tang Xiaobao whispered: "How long is this going to be?" ”

He was getting impatient.

If you continue to fight like this, you will either fight all day, or this Ah Zi will have to die of exhaustion.

Ah Zi was also anxious, and whispered: "But the master didn't let me stop." ”

"You just throw in the towel. ”

"She's going to punish me, or do you admit defeat?" Ah Zi said cautiously.

Tang Xiaobao was embarrassed: "That's not good, forget it, I'll come." ”

As soon as the words fell, Tang Xiaobao turned around, reached behind Ah Zi, lifted his neck, and threw it at Bai Yun Shitai.

Ah Zi's face turned pale with fright in mid-air, but when he landed, he was fluttering, just swaying slightly, and he was not injured at all.

In fact, everyone saw the result.

This Ah Zi is not Tang Xiaobao's opponent at all, and Tang Xiaobao is deliberately releasing water.

Ah Zi looked at Master Bai Yun cautiously and said, "Master, I-"

"Well, it's good to be able to play like this. Master Bai Yun was too comforted, and there was actually a smile on his face: "Your senior brother Feiyang is seriously injured, I am very relieved for the teacher, retreat." ”

Sweat......

Master Baiyun's words shocked all the martial arts colleagues present.

Is that okay too?

Can it be compared like this?

In this way, isn't your Emei faction still beautiful?

Does this mean that Ah Zi is stronger than Yun Feiyang?

!

Tang Xiaobao was also stunned.

This Baiyun Master is too much, Mrs. is too shameless, right?

In any case, the Emei faction sent people out to fight.

That Xuanyun Dao Elder didn't want to say anything more.

As a member of the martial arts, everyone has contributed, and they have also said that a defeat is a victory.

What else can be said?

Tang Men has also played in battles, and has also lost a master.

The rest of the sects had no intention of making a move, let alone attacking Tang Xiaobao's various dissatisfaction with Tang Xiaobao before.

Xuanyun Dao Chang had the intention to come out by himself, but he felt that he had lost face, and he just found that he seemed to be unable to gather his internal strength, as if he had been poisoned.

At this time, his face was a little complicated, as if he had thought of something, and he glanced at the madman next to him.

Unexpectedly, the madman was also looking at him, and when he saw him looking over, the madman quickly looked away.

With a move in his heart, Xuanyun Dao Chang was thoughtful, but his heart was extremely angry.

The Crazy Dao Leader has always refused to fight, and it seems that he intends to see the jokes of the Xuanyun Dao Chief.

The incident was caused by his apprentice, but now he has cleared it up, which makes Xuanyun Daoist very dissatisfied.

And the two apprentices of the mad Taoist didn't shout anymore now.

As for Wang Mao, his face had already become extremely ugly.

He never expected that Tang Xiaobao would be so powerful, defeating three masters of the younger generation in a row, and each of these three was much stronger than him.

The crazy Taoist didn't hide his selfishness, but he didn't get the true inheritance, he spent his mind in the entertainment industry every day, greedy for all kinds of enjoyment, how could he concentrate on martial arts, and the gap with his peers naturally widened.

Tang Xiaobao was not in a hurry.

I'm here to smash the field today.

He was waiting for how these so-called martial arts sects would deal with it.

Finally, in the direction of Shaolin Temple, a Buddha horn came.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Wuxi, stood up, pronounced a Buddha name, and said: "Master Tang, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, I respect you as a man, and it is not appropriate to settle the dispute, if the Lord Tang is willing to settle things and calm people, and is willing to apologize to fellow martial artists, I am willing to maneuver from it, everyone can sit down and talk slowly, I don't know what you think?"

Tang Xiaobao rolled his eyes: "I said monk, you still want me to apologize to you? Do you recite the scriptures and worship the Buddha every day and break your brain? I'm not wrong, why should I apologize to you?"

"Hugh is rude!"

A monk jumped out and reprimanded.

This monk has a good muscle training, is the Shaolin Temple temple monk, is the first master of the younger generation, the first disciple of the master of desirelessness, the essence of his Shaolin martial arts, the master and apprentice feelings are very deep, at this time I can't help but stand up.

Master Wuxi's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Wu Neng, for the teacher to teach you to have no desire and no desire, do you remember?"

"Master!"

Wu Neng clasped his hands together: "The disciple is wrong. ”

Tang Xiaobao couldn't see the way of communication between these monks.

They are all human beings, obviously with seven emotions and six desires, and they don't slander themselves as masters outside the world, as if they really jumped out of the red dust, it's too fake.

Now there are many monks in the society, who go from house to house, steal children, sell organs, forcibly turn into fate, and do all kinds of illegal things, and they keep claiming that they are monks of Shaolin Temple.

Regardless of whether what these monks said was true or not, Tang Xiaobao felt that Shaolin Temple had the responsibility of lax supervision, so he didn't have a good impression of these monks, and couldn't help but say a blow: "A few bald donkeys, don't fake mercy there, either come out to win me, or obediently shut up, I don't like to see your fake mercy tricks the most!"

"Master Tang's words are wrong!" Master Wuzhi is still unwavering.

Tang Xiaobao suddenly smiled, beckoned, and said, "Monk, come here." ”

"What does the donor have to say!" Master Wuxian was stunned.

"Come here, I promise not to beat you to death, let me beat you, scold for a while, and then and pee on your head, if you can still maintain this state, I will admit that you are a high-ranking monk, or else, shut your stinky mouth." Tang Xiaobao pouted.

Master Desireless is also a highly respected person in the martial arts, and being so humiliated by Tang Xiaobao naturally caused the unhappiness of many colleagues.

Master Desireless's face changed.

Obviously, he couldn't accept Tang Xiaobao's words.

And Wu Neng, who was still admitting his mistake just now, jumped out directly, folded his hands, knelt down, and said: "Abbot, Wu Neng asks for battle." ”

Master Desireless didn't stop this time and nodded.

He originally wanted to say something polite, but in the end he didn't dare to say it, because he was afraid that Tang Xiaobao would scold him again.

Wu Neng stood up, put on the open frame, and had to fight Tang Xiaobao.

Tang Xiaobao looked contemptuous: "Come on, come on, monk, come here!"

Wu Neng worshiped the Buddha with a palm and called Tang Xiaobao.

At this time, he still talked about etiquette, which was hypocritical enough.

Tang Xiaobao flashed, and when he arrived behind Wu Neng, he slapped Wu Neng's head, and suddenly, Wu Neng only felt that his scalp was numb, his body was forward, and he turned around at the same time.

Oh, when he was clapping, Tang Xiaobao's mouth was not idle.

"Dead bald donkey!"

Tang Xiaobao is not polite at all to these monks, and he doesn't like it subjectively, so of course he's not polite.

Wu Neng's face turned red with anger and he punched again.

Tang Xiaobao still had his teleportation skill unfolded, and he came to Wu Neng's side again.

Syllable!

slapped the other party's head and scolded: "Fake monk!"

Sweat......