"Give me a name before you fight, Lao Tzu's big fist in a casserole won't smash the nameless." Lao Song said in a deep voice, raised his hand and shook his golden fist, and anyone who saw it wanted to beat him,

Surprisingly, the black-robed young man was not angry, not even an emotional fluctuation,

He glanced at us coldly and said lightly, "Xiao Wubo." ”

This name is quite interesting, no waves, no waves in ancient wells,

Just like this grandson now, with a dead face and burning eyebrows, there is no reaction,

To say that he is a calm and steady man, to say that it is difficult to say that he is a grandson who is stunned.

"These 3,000 eyes are different from what I have seen before."

After speaking, he paused, and said slowly: "If it is not performed by the white black body, it will not be able to enter the hall of elegance." ”

As soon as he heard this, Six Fingers was immediately unhappy, and sneered: "Regardless of whether you can ascend to the Hall of Elegance or not, at least the three thousand eyes that Lao Tzu made can trap you." ”

"Yes." Xiao Wubo's eyes were quite calm, but he still vaguely showed a little solemnity, and said with a light smile: "At most, it can only trap me for half an hour, and in this half hour, I can still do it with you." ”

"This grandson is pretending to be V, even if he can move, his strength has been suppressed a lot, let's beat him to death quickly."

The six-fingered eyes were good, and when he saw that Xiao Wubo had a dignified look in his eyes, he was immediately happy,

You're, look at how we treat you,

"You're right, but even if you're suppressed, can you beat me?" Xiao Wubo shook his head disappreciatively, slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of dead eyes, looking at us quietly,

"It's just a ripened yin spirit, it's a fart." Old Song pursed his lips disdainfully,

"Ripening, what do you mean?" Hearing this, Xiao Wubo was also puzzled, and looked at us suspiciously,

After Lao Song told him our inferences word by word, Xiao Wubo's wild laughter instantly echoed in the cave,

"It's really a frog at the bottom of the well, I don't know how big the Tianhe is, how can this seat be ripe." With a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth, Xiao Wubo looked at us with a smile and said playfully: "I have cultivated my own spiritual wisdom. ”

This sentence scared us a lot, damn it, if you cultivate it yourself, that ability will be heavenly,

It's light to slap us to death, isn't this a plaything?

"Fart, if you're so capable, you can be trapped by three thousand eyes." Six Fingers looked incredulous, and said with a sarcastic smile,

"Ignorance, the prohibition in the Rakshasa Temple is not simple, otherwise I can be trapped by this kind of carving insect skill."

Xiao Wubo said lightly, raising his hand and pointing at the gray mist that surrounded him,

As soon as we heard this, we were all silent for a while, and we were secretly glad in our hearts, fortunately, Master Zu's methods are powerful, otherwise we would have had a lot of fun today.

"You've been here for thousands of years, why?" Dad asked curiously,

Anyway, this grandson definitely has an inseparable relationship with the ancestor of the monarch, so it's always good to ask before you start and understand some of the situation.

And seeing him like this, he didn't plan to do it directly with us.

"The same purpose as the sky is to wait for the destined people to complete the unfinished business together." Xiao Wubo looked at us and smiled, his tone was full of vicissitudes and a little tired,

Actually, I sympathize with him, for a bullshit purpose, he has been waiting here alone for a thousand years,

"Unfinished business." Dad frowned, raised his eyes and asked, "Yang my Taoist." ”

"No, that's just something extra, the most important thing, you'll know later." Xiao Wubo shook his head: "Of course, the premise is that you have to defeat me, otherwise you can all stay here." ”

Hearing this, we all wondered, Master Yuan Tianzu didn't mention anything else at all.

Isn't the ultimate goal to promote my Youfang lineage and strengthen my Taoism?

"It's useless to talk too much, let's do it."

Xiao Wubo chuckled, and the yin qi suddenly burst out from his body, dispelling all the gray mist around him.

The green light in his eyes flashed, but the expression on his face did not change.

Such a change can make us all shocked, damn, the three thousand eyes are invalid,,

"Even if most of the strength is suppressed, it is still very simple to clean you up."

Before the words fell, Xiao Wubo's figure had already rushed in front of us, his hands were wrapped with a thick yin qi, and he raised his hand and clenched his fist and smashed towards us.

"It's harder than my fists than Lao Tzu."

Lao Song sneered, quickly stepped forward to block our figure, the golden light on his body shone more and more dazzling, raised his fist and met it,

"Damn, this grandson is not simple."

In our imagination, Xiao Wubo should be smashed back by Lao Song's punch, and he was seriously injured and slightly injured internally and externally.

But the reality has never been so simple, the injured person is Lao Song,

When the two fists collided, the yin qi on Xiao Wubo's fist was as if it was alive, and it quickly spread to Lao Song's hand.

In the blink of an eye, the golden glow on the arms and fists dimmed, replaced by a strange green glow, reflecting the arms as if they were soaked in green paint.

Dong Dong Dong took a few steps back, Lao Song's face gradually became solemn, and the hand that touched Xiao Wubo began to tremble slightly,

"Is it really arrogant to the sky, look at Lao Tzu's Arhat body protection to break your yin qi."

Lao Song raised his head and roared angrily, his body was shocked, and the green light on his arm was shaken into nothingness.

The six-character mantra wheel on his arm rotated and stopped abruptly, and the gold on the surface of his body became thicker and thicker.

"Eat Lao Tzu's fist."

Seeing that he had suffered a loss, Lao Song Ke blew up, drank with a gloomy face, and rushed forward again.

"I don't know what to say, you better go and lie on the side" Xiao Wubo squinted at Lao Song, slowly spread his fist, and slapped Lao Song with one palm,

The place where this palm was slapped happened to be Lao Song's abdomen, and this place was not a fatal position.

Seeing this scene, Lao Song smiled strangely, the golden light flashed violently, and the golden light in his abdomen was instantly rich, almost flashing with a metallic luster.

"I'll kneel and beg you to shoot me to death, Lao Tzu will be a grandson if he moves."

Lao Song stood in place with his hands on his hips, looking up to the sky and laughing, looking at him like this, he seemed to be very confident in his defense.

"You've learned a lot of Xuchen's skills, but you don't seem to be proficient in it."

Xiao Wulang sighed, his tone was full of disappointment, and he unhurriedly imprinted his palm on Lao Song's abdomen, and the fluttering palm seemed to have no force at all.

I only heard Lao Song snort, and his body flew backwards abruptly, as if he had been hit by a 10,000-pound giant hammer, and fell heavily on the ground behind us.