Shaolin Temple.

Xuan Ci on the stage was still talking about something, and Xiao Jun couldn't hear what he was talking about, because now all he was thinking about was Gu Mozhi, and he had never hoped that the supporting role would appear soon.

Seeing that Xuan Ci was about to announce the punishment, Xiao Jun became more and more anxious, he didn't want to suffer the one hundred and thirty sticks, but now was not the time to turn his face with the Shaolin Temple, he had to wait.

At this moment, a loud voice came from a distance.

"Tianzhu Dade, halfway monks gather in Shaolin, talk about martial arts, it is really a grand event, I don't know if the little monk can be an uninvited guest, listen to the high opinion on the side?"

With this familiar line, Xiao Jun can almost recite it backwards.

Damn! It's finally here!

I saw that after Xuan Ci on the stage heard this voice, he glanced at his two junior brothers, took a step forward, and said loudly in the direction from which the voice came: "The master is here, and it is an honor for our temple!"

As soon as the words fell, a strangely bearded head Tuo rolled in the air and swept over, standing on the stone platform, with a self-righteous smile on the corner of his mouth, and coldly glanced at everyone present.

"Tubo Mountain monk Gu Mozhi, see Shaolin Abbot!"

Toutuo nodded slightly at Xuan Ci and said slowly.

"The national teacher came to Shaolin in person, and the old man was far away!"

Xuan Ci also said slowly, and returned the salute, and then said: "This temple is dealing with some internal affairs, and I also ask the national teacher to go to the welcome hall first." ”

"The little monk is not talented, but I came from afar, the internal affairs of the Shaolin Temple, you can deal with it at any time, the little monk heard that the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple may not be proficient in each one. ”

Gu Mozhi looked at Xuan Ci and said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Jun, who was hidden in the crowd, pursed his lips and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It's finally time to get to the point.,It's really TM grinding!

"Listen to the meaning of the national teacher, is there really anyone in this river and lake who can master every seventy-two stunt of my temple?"

The monk Xuan Lone, who was standing beside Xuan Ci, smiled, looked at Gu Mozhi, and said slowly. ‘

"Not bad!"

Haruma nodded and said loudly, with a hint of smugness in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, who is this big hero?"

The corners of Xuan Lone's mouth twitched, and he continued to ask.

"Speaking of big heroes, poor monks dare not be ashamed. ”

Kumachi clasped his hands together and said with a smile, but looking at that look, it didn't look like he didn't dare to act at all.

"Really TM can pretend to be 13! With a brush on his shoulder, he is there to pretend to be a magic pen Ma Liang, who TM can't!"

Xiao Jun in the crowd couldn't help but take a sip into the ground and said disdainfully.

The fat monk on the side looked at Xiao Jun, who was talking to himself after a while, with a puzzled expression.

"Could it be that the person the national teacher is talking about refers to yourself?"

Xuan Lin smiled, looked at Haruma and asked.

"Exactly. ”

With a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, Gu Mozhi said lightly.

"National teacher, you are not from the Shaolin Temple, the Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Donkey Kong Fist in the Shaolin 72 stunts have never been passed on, how did the national teacher learn it?"

Xuansheng on the other side couldn't stand it anymore, looked at Gu Mozhi, and said questioningly.

"The little monk doesn't dare to speak wildly, and I ask Master Xuansheng for your advice!"

Gu Mozhi snorted coldly, as soon as the words fell, he had already risen into the air, jumped over to a huge incense burner under the stone platform, swept the hall leg, kicked the incense burner into the air, and then punched the bottom of the incense burner, only to hear the sound of 'hum', the incense burner was raised again!

Immediately afterwards, Gu Mozhi jumped up, above the incense burner, head and foot, and punched out again directly above the incense burner, only to see the incense ash splashing everywhere, and once again there was a loud noise.

"Wow!

The fat monk standing beside Xiao Jun looked at Gu Mozhi and sighed enviously.

"It's a great fart, I'm not as good as him in terms of bragging B, but in terms of martial arts, I beat him ten by myself!"

Xiao Jun pursed his lips, and as he spoke, he retreated to a step behind him, and lay down lazily, as if there was no one around.

"Senior brother, why did you sleep? The meeting is not over yet, and the abbot is discovering that he is going to punish you again. ”

The fat monk saw that Xiao Jun was actually lying down, and hurriedly reminded.

"It's okay, he's busy dealing with Gu Mozhi now, he doesn't care about me, you can lie down if you're tired. ”

Xiao Jun waved his hand impatiently and said.

The fat monk shrunk his neck, looked at the steps, and then at Xuan Ci in the stands, and finally chose to give up.

"Shaolin seventy-two stunts, but so, I think the Shaolin Temple will be disbanded on the spot from today, and the monks will find another job, is it better than staying in such a wasted Shaolin Temple?"

At this moment, Gu Mozhi, who had just played a set of rubbing fingers, sneered and said, "You have to be unforgiving."

"The national teacher is indeed clever, but there is no need to be so aggressive, right?

Monk Xuan looked at Gu Mozhi indignantly and said loudly.

"Don't dare, the little monk just wants to see and see today, how solemn and magnificent the Taishan Beidou of the Central Plains Martial Arts is, but now it seems that the Shaolin Temple is not as good as the Tianlong Temple in Dali!"

Haruma said with a cold snort.

"The monks do not have the heart to be competitive, whether it is Shaolin Temple or Tianlong Temple, the so-called Buddha has no north and south, there is no difference at all!"

As soon as Monk Xuan Lone's words fell, his right hand stretched out two fingers, and when his wrist was flipped, two dead leaves on the ground instantly hung in the air and flew between the two fingers of Monk Xuan Lone.

Fingers!

Xiao Jun, who was lying on the steps, looked at Xuan Lin on the stone platform, and couldn't help but shake his head, I don't know why, he always felt that this trick was very girly.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Mozhi also drew a gourd in the same way, imitating Xuan Lone's technique, and pinched the two dead leaves on the ground between his two fingers.

Xuan Ci and Xuan Sheng on the stone platform glanced at each other, and couldn't help but show surprise on their faces, and looked at Gu Mozhi in disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the monk Xuan Lonely and Gu Mozhi shot at the same time, and the two dead leaves flew towards each other at the same time, and met in the air, and after a crash, the dead leaves fell to the ground one after another.

For a moment, the monks of Shaolin Temple exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hey, a group of stupid monks, this TM is a small Wuxiang skill, what kind of seventy-two stunts? You are too simple!"

Xiao Jun couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

After practicing to a certain level, it is more powerful than the Murong family's way of using the other, and it can imitate any profound martial arts.

Monk Xuan Lin felt that his face could not be hung up, so he stomped on the ground hard, and more dead leaves floated into the air, and then stretched out his hands, pinched a few dead leaves, and threw them at Gu Mozhi again!

But Gu Mozhi still draws the gourd in the same way, exactly the same as Xuan Lone's movements, and also makes a move!

Maybe it was because Gu Mozhi's internal strength was relatively deep, and the monk Xuan Lin couldn't resist it, so he couldn't help but fly backwards, and the person was in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood had spurted out.

At this moment, Xiao Jun squinted his eyes and kicked the fat monk standing next to him on the buttocks, and then saw the fat monk scream and fly out of the crowd, directly colliding with the person's Xuan Silence in mid-air, and the two hugged each other and fell to the ground.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, looking puzzled.

The fat monk was even more puzzled, and suddenly he was at a loss, and turned his head to look in the direction of Xiao Jun, but found that Xiao Jun was gone.

Xiao Jun didn't make a timely move like in the original plot, and he didn't want to be too ostentatious now, after all, the one hundred and thirty sticks were still recorded in the account. However, it invisibly made the fat monk make a great contribution and won the jackpot.