"The robe subdues the magic skill!"

"Vedic Palm!"

"Big Monument Wrestler!"

The two fought for a long time, and Gu Mozhi had already used nearly half of the seventy-two stunts, and the people on the Shaolin Temple were about to crush their teeth.

In his heart, he already regarded Gu Mozhi as a dead man, and if he was allowed to leave alive today, the Shaolin Temple would be really destroyed.

But what surprised and excited them even more was that this nameless sweeping monk was outrageously strong! And there will also be a lot of seventy-two stunts.

The situation is completely reversed from before, how Gu Mozhi humiliates Xuan Ci, how the sweeping monk humiliates him.

As for the matter of the seventy-two stunts of the sweeping monks, he didn't care very much, because the sweeping monks had the right to read the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Moreover, if there is a Shaolin disciple who is talented and intelligent and learns all the stunts, everyone in the Shaolin Temple has to knock one to him, and when he is old, he may have to be added to the Buddha statue.

Xuan Ci only knows three tricks until now, doesn't he want to learn? Of course not, but to learn seventy-two stunts, talent and understanding opportunities, all of which are indispensable.

Normal disciples are very happy that they can skillfully use one skill, two skills can completely set foot in the management, and three or four skills are enough to compete for the position of abbot.

Now, there is an old monk who has been in the Shaolin Temple for decades, and they are the happiest.

"Have you finished the moves of the national teacher?"

The sweeping monk's unfazed question fell into the ears of Gu Mozhi, as if asking, "That's it?" That's it? ”

"Who the hell are you! You can't be obscure! ”

"Why can't it be?"

The sweeping monk looked up at him, and said with a reasonable expression: "Is it necessary to practice martial arts, do you have to become famous?" Could it be that if you practice martial arts, you must be invincible in the world? Couldn't the practice of martial arts be just about physical fitness? ”

"National teacher, you are wrong, all wrong!"

"Am I wrong? Hum! What was wrong with me! ”

Gu Mozhi had gone mad at this time, but he didn't know that the sweeping monk intended to save him, so he chose to help him when he appeared.

"The seventy-two stunts of this door, each of which can hurt people's vital points and take people's lives, are fierce and ruthless, and greatly hurt the peace of the heavens, so every stunt must have the corresponding compassionate Buddhism to resolve the anger, otherwise the catastrophe is not far away."

"In the words of the Shaolin faction, it is called a martial arts barrier, and other sects are generally called a knowledge barrier, I believe that the national teacher should understand the harm of this barrier."

Hearing this, Kumachi's pupils were shocked, and he immediately used his internal force to swim around his body, but he didn't feel anything.

That's right, if you can find it yourself, it's not called a "martial arts barrier".

"Is this alarmist?"

"Hehe, the national teacher is deeply confused, so naturally I don't know, so let the old monk help you."

As he spoke, the sweeping monk suddenly made a move, and Gu Mozhi looked shocked, and ten branches of Tibetan incense immediately appeared in the palms of his hands, urging the strongest flame knife.

The power was so strong that Xiao Fengdu took a few steps back, and the heat wave was felt far away from the stage, and everyone sweated for the monks on the stage.

But when everyone didn't expect it, Gu Mozhi's strongest flame knife, the sweeping monk just waved his hand and shook off the monk's robe, and blew it out alive.

Not only that, but he also moved to the back of Haruma Chi at great speed and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Crossing the river with a reed!"

Several Buddhist monks climaxed instantly, staring at the boss, with a living expression of Bodhidharma.

Gu Mozhi's body shook a few times, and then slowly fell, and the sweeping monk gently supported him, and folded his hands and said:

"Amitabha, take the national teacher down to rest."

"Yes!"

Xuan Ci personally stepped forward and took Gu Mozhi down.

There was silence in the audience, and there was no speech for a long time, except for the sound of the wind.

It wasn't until the incense burned out that Xiao Feng reacted and said, "The master's strength is really unparalleled in the world!" ”

The sweeping monk smiled faintly, closed his eyes and bowed his head, and said, "The old monk just learned a little more Buddhism than him." ”

There is a point in Tianlong Babu that is easy to ignore, that is, the three protagonists are actually Buddhist disciples.

Xiao Feng's master is Xuan Ci's junior brother, Xuzhu was originally a monk, and Duan Yu's six-vein divine sword can only be learned in Tianlong Temple, and in the future, he will also remove the throne and take refuge in Buddhism.

Coupled with the saying that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, then, the deeper the so-called Buddhism of the sweeping monks, the higher the martial arts, and what he said is indeed true.

But as he said, the more profound a person's Dharma is, the more reluctant he is to learn those hurtful martial arts.

Just like himself, he has looked down on everything in the world, if it weren't for Xiao Feng's words that surpassed his Buddhism, maybe he would not appear in the eyes of the world until he died.

The second place has been decided, and like the first, there is no dispute, the strength of the sweeping monk has been imprinted in their hearts, and at the same time, they are even more eager for the remaining seven positions.

There is such a peerless powerhouse in the organization, which greatly increases Xiao's gold content.

"Now the third champion is invited to the stage!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of people came to the stage at the same time, and there was a familiar figure among them, Murong Fu!

When the people in the audience saw him, they shouted with a smile: "Murong Fu, why did you go up again!" ”

"What's wrong with me coming up! Every round can be challenged, do you know what perseverance is! Murong Fu said sharply.

"Hahaha!"

There was laughter on and off the stage, and this time, the other masters did not give Murong Fu face.

Since they have all seen his strength just now, they look like that, miscellaneous but not refined, they are not without opportunities.

Murong Fu saw that few people took the initiative to go down, and he really held back a fire in his heart.

It took a lot of time for the sweeping monk to instruct Gu Mozhi just now, so he had a good rest, this time, he must make a name for himself in the Murong family!

But just when everyone was about to do it, a middle-aged bald man suddenly flew onto the stage to look at the costume, and he was also a Shaolin disciple.

Everyone looked at him together, a little puzzled, how many masters were still hidden in Shaolin Temple.

But the people of Shaolin Temple were also confused, they didn't know about it, and when they looked at the abbot, they found that Xuan Ci's expression was similar to theirs, but they seemed to be a little more shocked.

"Abbot? Do we have so many masters in Shaolin Temple? Abbot? ”

Xuan Ci couldn't hear anyone else at all, because his eyes recognized who the person in front of him was.

The people on the stage also respected this person very much, and asked politely, "Dare to ask the master's name?" ”

What they think is, if they have a name, they will hear and recognize it, and if they don't have a name...... Turn around and run.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is called dust, and the layman's name is ...... Xiao Yuanshan! ”

Xiao Yuanshan!

The people who knew him in the audience all exclaimed, and these exclamations were all masters of their age.

"I take the liberty of asking, what is the relationship between you and Xiao Daxia?"

"He's my son."

"Excuse me."

The number of people on the stage instantly decreased by more than half, even if they didn't know Xiao Yuanshan, they didn't dare to beat Xiao Feng's father.

But Murong Fu seemed to have caught some handle, pointed at Xiao Feng and said excitedly: "Xiao Feng! In vain, I thought you were really a big hero, but I didn't expect to start favoritism so soon, I know if it is the organization of the people of the world, or your Xiao family has the final say! ”

When Murong Fu spoke, he was speaking to the outside, trying to arouse everyone's indignation and coerce Xiao Feng to persecute him.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smug smile, and he was even proud of his wit.

But when he turned his head to look at Xiao Feng, he saw pity in his eyes.

That's right, it is indeed mercy, because when Murong Bo comes up, Murong Fu will only feel that the gap in the floor is not big enough, and he can't get in.

(End of chapter)