"Niu Manqing!"

Wu Ming took a light breath and recognized at a glance that the two bull barbarians on the top of his head who were like knives and horns, and were covered in colorful blue and white patterns, were the young men who had a relationship with him!

The demon barbarian is ferocious and bloodthirsty, but if the demon clan is a spiritual official in the human kingdom and enjoys incense sacrifices, the barbarian is also divided into ferocious and grassy.

Fierce barbarians, such as lion barbarians, tiger barbarians, python barbarians, but there are also gentle grass barbarians, such as cattle barbarians, horse barbarians, deer barbarians and so on!

Of course, even if he is a barbarian, his relationship with the Terrans is extremely tense, and he is not only regarded as a traitor and a slave by the Ferocious, but also looked down upon by the Terrans, who claim to be the chief of all spirits.

Even if there is occasional cooperation, it is only after being unable to withstand the ferocious attack that he seeks some kind of balance of interests, and then he thinks of being brutal!

And this Niu Barbarian Qingla was a member of the Caoman's entourage when he was hostage in Beijin, and he experienced a Jinting King Tent Brave Martial Arts Conference, and Qingba was a member of Caoman's entourage.

At that time, Qingjia was far less powerful than the aura that was revealed today, but it was just a ceremony to watch.

"Lord Wang, this bull seems to be wrong?"

Wang Hu said warily.

Except for Mo Zangfeng, who didn't even blink his eyelids, the rest of the people all felt a lot of pressure, and the strength shown by Qing Yan was really amazing!

The demon corpse that needs to be broken by joining forces or arranging formations is like a toy in front of Qing Yan, waving his hands, and the light and shadow of the blue and golden iron hooves roar out, and the demon corpse is injured when it touches it, if it is hit by the vital point, it will have no combat power after a few swings!

Such an amazing power, even when Mo Zangfeng broke out with all his strength, it was slightly inferior!

"Well, it seems that the spiritual energy has been infected by demonic energy!"

Wu Ming glanced at Mo Zangfeng, who was depressed, but his attention was focused on Qing Yan, and the scene of the year flashed in his mind.

Qing Yan was a half-grown teenager with a gentle personality and a humble personality back then, which is very different from today's violent side.

Especially in the eyes, the looming blood-black light and shadow are all revealing the tyrannical madness that makes people palpitate!

Seriously speaking, when he was targeted by Xiong Mantie and other ferocious people, and even killed several companion protons, it was also because Qing Yan showed sympathy for the Great Song Protons.

No matter what the result is, the starting point is always good, and it can be regarded as a small cause and effect with Wu Ming's predecessor.

"Cheer up and slash him!"

Wu Ming frowned and patted Mo Zangfeng on the shoulder.

"I ......"

Mo Zangfeng opened his mouth and bowed his head in a dejected manner.

"Sure enough!"

Wu Ming sighed secretly.

Mo Zangfeng, who has the strongest combat power, has been suppressed by the divine will and sword intent for too long, so that after being hooked, the fluctuations are too large, and at this time, ten percent of the strength can be left with two or three achievements.

Even if he barely slashes out the Divine Sense Knife, it may not be able to help Qing Yan get out of trouble, and it will even arouse his hostility!

With its revealed strength, in such a dangerous place, in the face of the crazy young man, everyone comes to face a bitter battle, and there is a high possibility of death and injury.

For a while, Wu Ming fell into hesitation, if he really wanted to choose, it was naturally the safety of everyone first, but Qing Ming gave him a good sense, if he went to the Beijin Grassland in the future, he couldn't say that there was still a place to help.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing that Qing Lao was getting more and more crazy, there were signs of breaking through the demon corpse group and rushing to this side, and suddenly there was an exclamation in his ears.

"What did Brother Yang find?"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

"This bull is actually a prancho!"

Yang Ranchen was shocked.

"Won't it?"

Everyone didn't believe it at first, although they hadn't seen it, but who hadn't heard of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple?

If you change to someone you don't know, you may believe it, but this is a demon barbarian, even if it is a grass barbarian, it is impossible to have the opportunity to learn such a unique knowledge!

"It's not Prajna, I've seen the Shaolin master perform it once, it's a little different!"

Chen Yuehua shook his head slightly.

"Miss Chen's statement is really a little different!"

Yang Ranchen was stunned for a moment, and after a careful observation, he nodded, "Yes, it is indeed different from the palm that my father learned.

This bull barbarian showed it, and he walked all the way with a rigid fist, without a trace of Buddhism's softness, and even the way of fierceness, which was still on top of the Prajna palm! But how could this be possible? This is obviously not much different from the Prajna palm, who can improve the Shaolin stunt?"

Everyone looked at each other, the Yang family has Shaolin lay disciples for generations, including many great masters, in terms of familiarity with Shaolin stunts, Yang Ranchen must be the best of all.

It is precisely because of this that everyone feels quite absurd, could it be that this Niu Man's talent is so high that he can modify Shaolin's mastery?

As soon as this idea arose, it was instantly extinguished, and the Shaolin Temple was the most top-notch existence in the Tianpin Sect, and it was the holy place of martial arts in the minds of all martial artists.

After countless generations of monks deduced, the seventy-two stunts that took painstaking efforts to make, if they are so easy to modify, it is impossible to call them stunts, and Shaolin cannot be called one of the ancestral courts of Buddhism!

But if this is not the case, where did the suspicious martial arts performed by Niu Man in front of him come from?

"I don't know if Brother Yang knows, the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism?"

Chen Yuehua muttered.

"Tantra of the Western Regions...... The dragon is like a palm?"

Yang Ranchen was surprised.

It's like, there are factions in the imperial court, and hundreds of schools of thought in the cultivation world are contending, and each family also has different opinions, and the Buddhism sect that is transcendent in the eyes of the world is no exception.

The so-called Tantric Buddhism is precisely in the western part of the Central Tang Dynasty and the Western Regions, and the esoteric Buddhism that flourishes has never been recognized by authentic Buddhism such as Shaolin Temple.

And this dragon elephant is like a palm, it is rumored that many years ago, a high monk of Tantric Buddhism came to the Great Song Dynasty to debate Zen with the senior monks of Shaolin Temple, and finally completed through the Shaolin stunt of the palm of the hand.

It is rumored that Vaillant is still on the palm of the genuine Prajna, but after a long time, the Western Regions are so far away that Yang Ranchen didn't expect it for a while.

After Chen Yuehua reminded me, I remembered this rumor that the impression was almost vague.

I have to say that this woman knows a lot of things!

Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and his body shot at Qing Yan, who was rushing through the group of demon corpses.

"Lord Wang...... Senior Brother ......"

Everyone was shocked and dodged to catch up.

"Don't come here!"

Wu Ming shouted without looking back, although his words were light, they revealed a meaning that could not be ignored, and everyone stopped together.

"Don't worry, the prince has been practicing in Shaolin Temple for two years, and the Buddhist exercises are the most restrained demons, so I think there should be a secret method in my body!"

The corners of Yang Ranchen's mouth twitched, although he said that, he knew that his father, even grandfather, and even the living ancestor, almost all of them were very unkind to Wu Ming.

Just because, others don't know, but the high-level Yang family knows how many immoral things Wu Ming has done in Shaolin Temple!

If it weren't for the old relationship with Wu Ming and a good relationship, he would have to take a detour when he saw him!

"Moo......"

A thunderous roar exploded in their ears, and everyone's expressions were terrified, although they were slightly relieved after listening to Yang Ranchen's words, they still watched nervously as Wu Ming rushed towards the completely erupted Qingla.

I have to say that compared to this huge Niu Man, Wu Ming is too small and not proportional at all.

Airplanes!

But just as Qingya's amazing palm shadow waved, not waiting to fall, a dazzling but gentle, golden light like a spring breeze shone on the world.

Suddenly, there is a mysterious Sanskrit sound whispering in the ear, and it is as gentle as a spring breeze, which calms the mind, and in an instant, there is an ancient well without waves!

Everywhere the golden light passed, the surging demon corpses directly turned to ashes and drifted away!

"You...... It's ......"

I saw Qing's giant palm raised high, paused in mid-air, and the black flame around his body dissipated quickly like ice and snow in the sun, and most of the black blood luster in his eyes was gone.

The strange thing is that he did not regain his senses, and looked at Wu Ming blankly.

No one knew what happened to Wu Ming, who was bathed in golden light, and what treasures he used to calm down the furious Qing Ming in an instant.

"Buddha treasure?"

Only Yang Ranchen seemed to notice something, but he didn't see it, and he was suspicious.

"Ahem, I'm your big brother!"

Wu Ming smiled secretly and coughed dryly.

"Big brother, why don't we look like each other at all?"

Although Qing Yan was eroded by demonic energy, he still had instinctive judgment.

"Brother, brother, I've found you!"

Wu Ming patted his chest, his eyes were full of tears, and he secretly tried his best to control the dragon clothes and prevent the relics from completely penetrating out of his body.

"Oh, godbrother, big brother!"

Qing Yan nodded blankly, the black blood light and shadow in his eyes faded, and he slowly sat down on the ground, his majestic body still as intimidating as a hill.

"Good brother, good brother, let's go with my brother and take you home!"

Wu Ming was kind and seductive.

"Go home, where is home, this is not home!"

Qing Yan was still at a loss and didn't know why, looking around, he was a little overwhelmed.

Everyone was shocked and creepy, what the hell is going on?

"So that's what he said about his brother?"

Especially Mo Zangfeng, a handsome face turned black into the bottom of the pot.

"The demonic qi is in the gods, this brute bull may have been eroded by most of the demigods, and he doesn't even have any memories!"

Chen Yuehua's pretty face changed slightly.

"It is worthy of the prince, there is such a means, if you can subdue this fang, then the safety of this trip will be greatly improved!"

Others don't care so much, Yang Ranchen and Wang Hu seem to have a look at each other, and their eyes are happy.

Mo Zangfeng's mind is disordered, as long as he calms down, his combat power can be restored, plus Qing Yan, who is obviously the peak of the Great Barbarian Marquis, not to mention walking sideways, at least he is safe!

Only Mo Zangfeng felt very uncomfortable in his heart, or unhappy.

Looking at Wu Ming's expression, it was obvious that he was abducting, and he was clearly coaxed as a child before!

Even if you don't feel malice, it is unforgivable for the arrogant little knife king!

But he didn't know that Wu Ming was just a temporary idea, and after realizing that Qing's mind was traumatized and his memory was incomplete, this idea naturally arose.

With such a big help, how can you let it go so easily?

"Your name is Qing, my name is Wu Ming, it's your eldest brother, come with me, no one can bully you!"

Wu Ming patted his chest, three points of deception, three points of truth, three points of inducement, and vowed to carry out the deception to the end.

"My name is Qing Ming? Yes, my name is Qing Ming, your name is Wu Ming, my eldest brother, big brother, I can find you, woo!"

Qing Yan thought for a long time, the huge bull head was crazy, and the copper bell eyes full of innocence instantly burst into tears, hugging Wu Ming and crying bitterly.