Meng Qi walked into the slumped scholar of change, rubbed his hand on the face of the scholar of change, and after a while, he tore off a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wings, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a slightly pale complexion.

Looking at the human skin mask with a clear knife mark on his face, Meng Qi's face showed a trace of sadness.

That was Xiang Hui who entered the main space of the six realms of reincarnation with him and participated in the trial.

This unlucky guy doesn't know when he was killed by the Variety Scholar.

Jiang Zhiwei and the others looked at the human skin mask in Meng Qi's hand, and their surprise was fleeting, a group of people could be regarded as reincarnators, and in the face of such a change, they quickly calmed down.

Zhang Yuanshan asked Tang Xuanming even more curiously: "How can Daoyou recognize the Variety Scholar at a glance? The time for walking the rivers and lakes is not short, and under the deliberate cover of the Variety Scholar, I didn't see it." ”

Tang Xuanming smiled and explained calmly: "The Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation has introduced before, the top four fierce generals under Duoercha, among them, the Hundred Variety Scholar asked me to pay more attention, so that the ever-changing powerhouse is the most terrifying."

I was afraid that such a character would become the person around us, and then come to a surprise attack, and then when I saw Xiang Hui, he took the initiative to cover his face, which made me suspicious, so I tried it, but I didn't expect it to be true. ”

A group of people were amazed, and Meng Qi was covered in cold sweat.

After explaining the situation, Tang Xuanming said to Meng Qi and his party with a smile.

"Time is already very tight, let's go to Shaolin Temple first. ”

Meng Qi didn't care about the exclamation, and nodded hurriedly.

The time of three days is already up, and if you don't go to Shaolin Temple, the mission will fail.

The sun is scorching and the water is murmuring.

Shaolin Temple also received the news, and there was a group of yellow-clothed monks blocking the main road up the mountain.

Because of the pilgrims coming and going, there are already inns and markets nearby.

"It's like the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple. ”

Jiang Zhiwei frowned, she had been to the Shaolin Temple before, and she felt that the surrounding scenes were extremely familiar.

"I was a little unfamiliar with the down, and I was too young to pay attention to my surroundings when I went up the mountain. ”

Meng Qi shook his head, he was already standing at the gate of the Shaolin Temple as soon as he crossed, and he had no chance to enjoy the scenery at the foot of the Shaolin Temple, so even if he was a young novice in Shaolin, he had no right to speak.

Tang Xuanming was calm, his strength had risen to 32,000 jin during this time, and there was a faint feeling of fullness in his body.

He knew that this was the result of growing too fast in a short period of time.

This is true in every world.

But even though he had known about this, he still frowned.

Soon after, the grassland general Duoercha was about to invade the Shaolin Temple.

That is a strong man who is about to enter the exterior level, even Gu Xiaosang, the strongest among the crowd in the rematch, will lose when facing Duoercha head-on.

Although Tang Xuanming has a very high knowledge of martial arts, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and it is still difficult to fight against the power of heaven and earth with brute force alone.

There are countless magic secrets in my mind, and any successful cultivation can wipe out Duo'er into scum in minutes, but my strength does not allow it.

Time is too short, Tang Xuanming has not yet understood the rules of this world, although he is already trying his best to analyze.

But it is not realistic to want to directly practice top-notch martial arts.

"Looks like we're going to have to pick up the things we've lost before. ”

As soon as the thought moved, Tang Xuanming picked up the memory in the corner of his mind, a martial art that was considered to be the top in the low-martial arts world, and even invincible began to flow in her body with her breathing.

Faintly, the sound of a dragon chanting and elephant chirping came out of Tang Xuanming's body.

The dragon elephant is like a skill, the Golden Wheel Dharma King became a famous stunt, and he practiced to the tenth layer of invincible martial arts in the Southern Song Dynasty martial arts.

Legend has it that even the most stupid person can successfully practice one or two times before he gets started, but the more he goes on, the longer the time to practice, usually doubled, and if he wants to really reach the peak, it may take a thousand years for a normal person to practice, which is similar to the general method of cultivating truth in the martial arts world.

Of course, for Tang Xuanming, who had reached the supreme realm and was close to the limit of the humanitarian realm.

The dragon elephant is far less mysterious than imagined.

At least in the world of high martial arts, the five or six-year-old children in the tribe have cultivated the dragon elephant skill to the tenth layer or above, and every move has a strength of more than 10,000 catties, and the best of them even has 100,000 catties.

"A few masters, we have important news to report to the abbot of your faction, and I hope to allow us to go up the mountain. ”

Meng Qi, who was a little monk himself, was in charge of communicating with the yellow-clothed monk.

And just between these breaths, Tang Xuanming's body was like a bamboo tube bursting with beans, crackling non-stop, and between breaths, Tang Xuanming practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong to the seventh level.

The strength in the body did not increase, but the feeling of contraction and expansion, overwhelmed gradually disappeared.

Jiang Zhiwei glanced at Tang Xuanming in surprise, she was the most outstanding heir of the Sword Washing Pavilion's generation, and her sword heart was the most keen.

Just now, she felt a huge amount of true qi rising in Tang Xuanming's body, although it was calm again between breaths, but at that moment, it caused her great pressure, so that she couldn't help but draw her sword.

"Brother Tang, what did you just do?"

"When I saw a thousand-year-old temple, I realized it by chance. ”

Tang Xuanming smiled indifferently, there was a faint shape of a dragon elephant behind him, at this moment, his treasure image was solemn, as if because of the reincarnation of the Buddha, there was a faint wisdom light wheel behind his head, which surprised a group of yellow-clothed monks who were responsible for guarding the mountain.

Meng Qi, who was originally a bald little novice, was directly ignored by them, and one of the yellow-clothed monks took the initiative to bow to Tang Xuanming and folded his hands.

"I don't know where the donor is practicing? Which great monk is the disciple? Why is there no shaving?"

Tang Xuanming laughed and said, "Three thousand troubles are troubles to you and to me, but they are just external ministers, why do you care so much?"

The yellow-clothed monk raised his eyebrows, if outsiders were so arrogant outside the Shaolin Temple, they would definitely be beaten out of the mountain, but Tang Xuanming had an extraordinary temperament, even if he stood there, he also had his own Buddhist atmosphere, like a king of immovable Ming.

This kind of temperament that belongs exclusively to Buddhism cannot be faked, and it must go through a long period of practice, so he just recited the Buddha name in a low voice and kept silent.

And beside him, there are self-aware monks who return to the temple to report.

For about half an hour, the yellow-clothed monk in the lead shouted a Buddha horn and smiled at Tang Xuanming and his party.

"The abbot pleases, please go up the mountain. ”

The mountain road is winding and lush.

The more Meng Qi walked, the more familiar he felt, and found that this place was the same as the scene of Shaolin Temple, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Tang Xuanming didn't pay so much attention, he watched Meng Qi take out the list handed to him by the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation from his arms, and handed it to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xinlone.

The candlelight of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and the like suddenly shone brightly, outlined into a line of handwriting.

"As soon as the main quest is completed, the list of traitors has been successfully handed over to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and all those who enter the temple will be rewarded with fifty good deeds. ”