"Since the Taoist chief asserts this, how is it different? Prove it! Gu Mozhi clenched his fists in his chest and said neatly.

Bang!

Wang Hao pushed with Jiuxiao's internal strength, three fingers in the air, and a copper tripod outside the zhang was like being bombarded, and it slid a few feet on the ground! It also looks like a flower finger!

The monks were shocked, Xuan Ci and other senior monks were no exception, this is a Shaolin stunt, even if a Gu Mozhi is enough, how can even the people of Wudang be, even if it is the existence of the Wudang master ancestor level, it is impossible.

Gu Mozhi was also shocked, the secret path is impossible, how can this little Taoist priest be so capable?

Brother Polo Xing, Shenshan, and Guanxin were also stunned.

"Master Abbot don't be surprised, Xiao Dao's Hua Finger just now is just a vain appearance, because Xiao Dao's own skills are quite good, so he didn't insult the prestige of Hua Finger." Wang Hao explained, and then looked at Gu Mozhi and said: "This evil monk has cultivated to a high level, still above the trail, and I don't know where to steal the Xiao Wuxiang Gong of the Xiaoyao School and the moves of the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts, so it can make people mistakenly think that he is proficient in the seventy-two stunts, in fact, the masters can detect the abnormalities when they look carefully." ”

Everyone suddenly realized that what Wang Hao said was true.

Gu Mo's wisdom was condensed, and the murderous intent burst out in his eyes, and with a bang, the figure had already swept out, and he slapped out towards Wang Hao with a palm.

Prajna palm, open the door to see the Buddha!

"Uncle be careful!" Tiandao Zhenren reminded that he just wanted to stop it, but he saw Wang Hao waving his hand.

Sweeping the clouds, overwhelming!

With a bang, Gu Mozhi was shocked and flew back.

It's not that Gu Mozhi's cultivation is inferior to Wang Hao, but that Gu Mozhi wants to imitate Shaolin stunts, and his skills can't be urged with all his strength, on the contrary, Wang Hao has already prepared, and he doesn't dare to underestimate Gu Mozhi, who has a half-step peerless skill, and he is a domineering Jiuxiao True Scripture Eight Successes as soon as he comes out of his palm.

"He is young, but his skill is so deep that he seems to have decades of cultivation, no less than that Xuan Ci, how is this possible?" Gu Mozhi underestimated Wang Hao's strength, and only used fifty percent of his internal strength in one move just now, although he was not injured, his right hand was trembling!

Although Gu Mozhi is a half-step peerless cultivator, but like the real person of Tiandao, not long after he first entered, among the half-step peerless masters, he can only be regarded as middle and lower, such as Su Mengzhen, the inner family cultivation is much higher than Gu Mozhi, so with Wang Hao's current peak purple level skills, the gap is not very big, there is mental calculation and no intention, and the domineering attribute of the eight success forces plus the internal strength of the nine heavens is enough to overwhelm the five percent of the internal strength of the Gu Mozhi.

This is also why with the cultivation of several Shaolin monks, Gu Mo Zhi was able to fight a few moves, all because Gu Mo Zhi did not use all his strength.

No, although Gu Mozhi had consumed some internal strength compared with Xuan Ci before, and he had a few more moves, he obviously didn't have any injuries.

Wang Hao estimated that with his own strength, even if he was hard, it was enough to force out Gu Mozhi's real martial arts, and Gu Mozhi wanted to outperform himself with his fake seventy-two stunts, which was absolutely impossible.

"Good boy, I'm here today to teach Shaolin magic skills, you are not a Shaolin disciple, how can you fight? Let's step aside! Gu Mozhi wanted to kill or hit Wang Hao with one palm, but seeing that Wang Hao's strength was not bad, he didn't want to make a fuss, so he lost his reputation, and refused Wang Hao's intervention in the name of teaching Shaolin stunts.

"Hehe, in this way, you are admitting that you secretly learned Shaolin stunts!" Wang Hao smiled, but he was not surprised, and said: "Since you want to learn Shaolin stunts, and a few senior monks don't want to bully the small, then let my friends have a trick with you!" ”

Gu Mozhi did not deny it, in this situation, it is useless to deny it, as long as he can beat Shaolin, it doesn't matter whether he is proficient in seventy-two stunts or not.

"Your friend is a monk from Shaolin Temple?" Kumachi asked.

"Of course!" Wang Hao smiled, "He's almost there!" ”

In Wang Hao's perception, the two brothers, Yuan Fa and Yuan Xiang, were already on the mountainside of Songshan Mountain, and they were rushing towards this side, and it was estimated that they would be able to arrive in only twenty or thirty breaths.

Although this plot is not an independent copy, before it starts, all players in Songshan Shaolin have been forcibly isolated, and if they want to go up the mountain, they can't pass the plot enchantment without a peak level of cultivation.

Only when this plot is over, Songshan Shaolin will open normally.

"Okay, little monk, just wait a minute!" Gu Mozhi took the opportunity to recover his state, and the appearance of Wang Hao and Tiandao Zhenren made Gu Mozhi feel a little threatened.

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, it was quiet for the time being, the atmosphere of the Shaolin monks was a little solemn, and several senior monks such as Xuan Ci were thinking about which Shaolin master Wang Hao's friend was, who could compete with Gu Mozhi, after all, they had fought with Gu Mozhi and knew that they were not opponents.

Wang Hao and Lin Ruoxi are relatively relaxed, and the guy from Tiandao Zhenren is a little vigilant, guarding against a sudden attack by Gu Mozhi, after all, he and Gu Mozhi are comparable in his cultivation at the scene, although he has confidence in Wang Hao, the little uncle, but be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, if Wang Hao has any accidents, the seven people of Song Yuanqiao will not pick his skin.

"Haha, Wang Hao, I didn't expect you to come earlier than me and my senior brother!"

After a while, Yuan Xiang's hearty laughter had already sounded in the square, and then, two figures quickly swept from outside the mountain gate and landed steadily in front of Wang Hao, Xuan Ci and others.

"Senior brother!" Yuan Fa saw that Yuan Xiang was not serious in front of several senior monks in Shaolin, so he hurriedly shouted.

Although the two of them are now deeply cultivated, they are no less than a few senior monks, and even catch up, and their masters are even more senior in Shaolin, but on the surface, the two of them, like other Shaolin players, are the lowest generation of Shaolin disciples today.

"I've seen the abbot, the first of the four!" Yuan Fa and Yuan Xiang clasped their palms together to say hello.

Xuan Ci and the others saw that it was Yuan Fa and Yuan Xiang, and then noticed the cultivation level of the two, and immediately frowned a lot, obviously, as one of the four major players in Shaolin, Yuan Fa and Yuan Xiang were no strangers in the eyes of several monks, but the player's strength improved too fast, so that Xuan Ci's cultivation of Yuan Law and Yuan Xiang was still a few months ago.

Now, with the cultivation of the two of them at the peak of the Yellow Rank, although they are still not as good as Jiu Mozhi, they at least have a hope, and what makes Xuan Ci and the others increase their confidence is that they know that what they cultivate is the Yijin Sutra and the Golden Bell Jar in the four great divine skills of Shaolin, and they have great attainments.

"You two came just in time, Yuan Fa, you are the last disciple of this sect, and you are not qualified to fight with the national teacher, but the opportunity is rare, so you can use the skills you have learned, please ask the national teacher for guidance!" Xuan Ci said directly.

Without the advantage of cultivation, Xuan Ci, who had some knowledge of the Yuan Law Yuan Xiang or the Yi Jin Jing and the Golden Bell Jar, naturally chose to let the Yuan Law fight.