Just now, Mo Sang just wanted to teach the white tiger a lesson, so there was no internal breath attached to his fist.

But even so, it's not so small, right?

You must know that since Mo Sang became a Dancheng, his physical strength alone is enough to uproot a big tree that is hugged by one person.

Don't say that this ordinary beast, even a master of cultivating foreign martial arts in the martial arts will definitely not be able to withstand his own punch!

While the test ran Li Runkao was surprised by the compound eyes, the white tiger did not give up the slightest idea of eating Mo Sang.

Mo is now only four or five feet tall, like a child of seven or eight years old.

Long and white and pure, not to mention tigers, even some young women who are overflowing with motherhood are afraid that they want to hug them in their arms and kiss them.

The tiger naturally regarded Mo Sang as a good meal, and saw that Mo Sang was stunned and waved a claw at Mo Zang.

The powerful claws slapped on Mo Sang's body by the way, and Mo San was directly carried out of a few battles by this blow.

Fu Ran Guoyan held Tige Kao Runli Run Kao Yun Ding Mo Sang got up from the ground in a panic, although the attack just now did not hurt him, it really scared him.

This white tiger actually has such a fast speed?

If Moissan's unpreparedness for a sneak attack is forgivable, his reaction is a little slower.

But even if you are defenseless, you won't be shot a few battles away by the beasts, right?

The strength of this white tiger is really big, and it's a bit bizarre.

Mo Sang slowly calmed down and carefully watched the appearance of the white tiger.

But he suddenly smiled, it turned out that this white tiger was no longer an ordinary beast.

There is a purple aura between the white tiger's eyebrows, which looks like it should be a little psychic.

It's no wonder that Moissan's suffering some dark losses, but fortunately he didn't suffer any injuries.

If you just fall into the Blood River Cave Heavenly Blessed Land and be injured by the beast all the time, it will be a little humiliating.

Fu Ran Guo Fu He Face Ge Fu Fu Mo Sang shook his head with a wry smile, since he had already arrived at the Buddha Hall, he went in and sat down by the way.

It's the same everywhere anyway, he's a stranger to everything here.

Herun Yang ran face, slapped the dirt on his hands, stood in place, looked at the white tiger from a distance, and smiled, but the white tiger seemed to realize the danger and no longer continued to approach him, but chose to also stand from a distance and watch Mo Sang.

There is an extra scenery in the jungle, a man and a tiger watching each other from afar, and no one wants to make a move first.

Mo San didn't want to kill it with one slap, otherwise he would have no mount.

In this position, Mo Sang didn't want to use Edgeworth to fly, so as not to get into trouble.

Listening to the advice of the Blood River Spirit Mother, this place is full of dangers.

Mo Sang was more cautious in his heart, so he wanted to surrender this good-looking white tiger into a mount.

The examiner's mother Runke is determined to run back to the country, but he can't fight, how to make this irascible white tiger meek and obedient?

Mo Sang suddenly thought that there is such a wonderful method as tongue consciousness in Buddhism, and it is said that when the tongue consciousness is cultivated to the point that it can say that the dead can be said alive, and the black can say white, and almost everything can be said.

Moisan thought why not try the power of the Sumeru Sutra?

The Sumeru Sutra has this aspect of the Dharma that can be used.

Mossan's mind quickly recalled the contents of the Sumeru Sutra, one of which was used to practice the art of tongue knowledge.

The method of cultivating this Dharma is also very simple, just smile at the person you want to persuade.

This Dharma is one of the 32 Sanskrit Phases, and Mossan chose this Dharma because it is the only Dharma that can be achieved quickly.

Moreover, the other party is just a psychic beast, but it is enough to use this Dharma.

Carved to run Lirun, re-luck Pi Kefu Liyan, Kaoyun Dai Mosan held his breath and condensed, sinking the breath to the lower abdomen.

Then he put his hands together on his chest and laughed at the white tiger, the laughter mixed with the strong inner strength of Mo Sang's body.

The sound formed a sound wave in the air, like a ripple, forming a circle and enveloping the white tiger, the white hair on the white tiger's body was trembling a little by this sound wave, and its body began to tremble.

Ke Fu Li eye test Yun Dai but can't fight, how to make this irritable white tiger docile and obedient?

Mo Sang suddenly thought that there is such a wonderful method as tongue consciousness in Buddhism, and it is said that when the tongue consciousness is cultivated to the point that it can say that the dead can be said alive, and the black can say white, and almost everything can be said.

Moisan thought why not try the power of the Sumeru Sutra?

The Sumeru Sutra has this aspect of the Dharma that can be used.

Mo Sanxiao tried it for a while and felt that the effect was good, so he began to continue to release the laughter just now.

The laughter was louder and louder, and the sound wave was getting higher and louder.

After going on like this for a quarter of an hour, the white tiger finally couldn't help but walk softly towards Mo Sang.

Mo Sang felt that he was about to succeed, so he continued to release the sound of Buddha laughter.

Kao Run's eye-catching complex-faced grid held the running mother and ran the white tiger on behalf of the white tiger as if he was enchanted and walked straight towards Mo Sang, just when Mo Sang thought it was done, the white tiger's eyes suddenly emitted a fierce light, and he waved his front paws and slapped at Mo Sang.

Mo Sang was frightened and furious in his heart, and slapped his palm at the white tiger with a loud bang.

"Evil beast, don't hurry up and surrender the law!"

The white tiger was slapped on the ground by Mo Sansan and no longer dared to move, and Mo Sang sang Sanskrit to the white tiger.

The sound wave shrouded the white tiger, and after a while, the white tiger got close to Mo San, ran to Mo Sansan's feet and licked his shoes.

Seeing that the white tiger was tamed, Mo Sang also stopped and stroked the white tiger's supple fur and said with a smile.

"From now on, you will follow me, I promise to be much stronger than you in the mountains. ”

The little monk didn't seem to think that Mo Sang was a monk, or that Mo Sang was only seven or eight years old, and he was even younger than he could be a traveling monk?

You must know that most of the monks who can do ascetic are some high-ranking monks, and monks who are not cultivated enough are not allowed to go down the mountain without permission.

Holding the Fuguo Eye Fuguo Ge Mosan jumped up and jumped onto the back of the white tiger, but this time the white tiger was much more docile.

dragged Mo Sang quickly towards the jungle, with the shock of a white tiger, Mo Sang walked through the jungle and couldn't even see an animal running on the ground, only startled a bird from time to time to fly overhead.

Mo Sang didn't know where the white tiger was going to carry him, and he wasn't familiar with it anyway, so he casually let the white tiger carry him around.

After a while, the white tiger carried Moissanite to a mountaintop.

There was a temple on the top of the mountain, and it turned out that the white tiger thought that Mo Sang was a monk and carried it directly to the temple.

Mo Sang couldn't laugh or cry, but he could understand it.

This white tiger is only a little psychic, but he can't really think like a mortal.

Most of the things are still based on instinct to judge, and it is not easy to argue Mo Sansan's identity, even if he is wrong, it is very rare.

Mo Sang shook his head with a wry smile, since he had already arrived at the Buddha Hall, he would go in and sit by the way.

It's the same everywhere anyway, he's a stranger to everything here.

The compound eye mother Fang Hexun held the eye mother run Fu Xun Mo Sang walked to the door of the temple, a little novice who was about the same age as Mo Sang was sweeping the floor, and saw Mo Sang riding a white tiger running over and scared one.

Throwing the broom on the ground, he ran behind the temple door in a panic and didn't dare to come out, only poking out one head to look at Mo Sang.

He wanted to run away but was afraid of being scolded by his master, so he had to hide behind the door and stare at Mo Sang and ask.

Mo Sang, who holds the Eye Mother Run, quickly recalled the contents of the Sumeru Sutra in his mind, and one of the Dharmas was used to practice the art of tongue awareness.

The method of cultivating this Dharma is also very simple, just smile at the person you want to persuade.

This Dharma is one of the 32 Sanskrit Phases, and Mossan chose this Dharma because it is the only Dharma that can be achieved quickly.

Moreover, the other party is just a psychic beast, but it is enough to use this Dharma.

"Why did the donor come? If you are a pilgrim, please come back tomorrow, today this temple holds a Buddha meeting, and no foreign guests will be entertained. ”

Hefu Gongyan Kaotig Kaorun Guofang Heguo Dai Mo Sang touched the head of the white tiger, jumped off its back, walked to the little novice, bowed and spoke.

"I am a monk in the procession, why do you come to say that the foreign guests are here? I also ask the little monk to hurry in and say that the little monk will serve the Buddha in your temple tonight and chant sutras all night. ”

The little monk didn't seem to think that Mo Sang was a monk, or that Mo Sang was only seven or eight years old, and he was even younger than he could be a traveling monk?

You must know that most of the monks who can do ascetic are some high-ranking monks, and monks who are not cultivated enough are not allowed to go down the mountain without permission.

"Are you a traveling monk? Just kidding, but the yellow-mouthed son also dares to pretend to be a disciple of Buddhism. But I don't know how to know the sky, so get out of here before my senior brother comes out to teach you an arrogant boy. ”

While Kao Run Yang Fu Fu Fu was surprised, the white tiger did not give up the slightest idea of eating Mo San.

Mo is now only four or five feet tall, like a child of seven or eight years old.

Long and white and pure, not to mention tigers, even some young women who are overflowing with motherhood are afraid that they want to hug them in their arms and kiss them.