The appearance of the Tubo national teacher, the king of the Great Wheel Ming, is really quite different:

"Sandalwood bursts, fragrant flowers flying, sitting on the treasure car really has the appearance of the Buddha of the West Heaven. ”

Xiao Jiang looked up indifferently, and looked at Gu Mozhi with a calm demeanor that was different from the people of the Central Plains.

Gu Mozhi's guy is really eloquent, and he is quite eloquent, and he spit on the Shaolin monks, and he didn't fall behind and took advantage of it faintly.

Tianlong Temple, worthy of the seal of this "Tianlong", Xiao Jiang came here to thank Duan Yu for that kid, following is really a great knowledge.

Before going to the Vulture Palace, he had already gone to Dali with Duan Yu, and this Tianlong Temple was found in this way.

After finding it, it's the follow-up plot, pretending to devote himself to Shaolin, which is the purpose, but he didn't expect it, how could this Gu Mozhi find here, shouldn't he go to Tianlong Temple?

At this time, Gu Mozhi wanted to debate with the Shaolin monk, and Gu Mozhi looked at the Shaolin monk with an anxious face with a red face.

Seeing that Shaolin was about to be defeated in the north, Xiao Jiang knew that something had changed, he smiled indifferently, looked at Gu Mozhi calmly, and said in a calm tone: "The master is very good, and he has an old relationship with Murong Bo, the previous head of the Gusu Murong family!"

"Oh, this little master also knows Murong Bo's name?"

Gu Mozhi's eyes lit up, as if he had found a 'like-minded' comrade, and his voice was loud and surprised: "The 'Nan Murong' that is being recited by the rivers and lakes now, don't you know the son of the old Mr. Murong Bo!"

"How can you not know? The boy still has a lot of old feelings for him."

Xiao Jiang chuckled lightly, with an indescribable strange look on his face, and pouted: "In Xia Xiaojiang, I have seen the King of the Great Wheel."

"Oh, you are the white-clothed swordsman who has been rumored in the rivers and lakes recently, I heard that Qiao Feng, Qiao Gang Leader is your eldest brother, it is really disrespectful!"

At this moment, the monks were a little surprised to learn Xiao Jiang's identity, but they quickly suppressed it, but Yehui was not, he was shocked, this is thanks to the fact that the rivers and lakes also rumored that he killed people like hemp, Yehui was afraid that Xiao Jiang would seek revenge, so he was afraid and shocked.

Gu Mozhi showed a 'sincere' smile on his face, put his hands together and bowed, and said with a look of remembrance and concern: "I don't know what is the current situation of Xiao Gongzi?"

The indescribable emotion in his tone was vicissitudes, as if his relationship with the Murong family was really good.

"Good, good, good!"

Xiao Jiang didn't scream, and chuckled indifferently: "Murong Fu, that guy is very active, I had a fight with him half a year ago, so the two bastard retainers under him who specialize in causing trouble will repair it, it is estimated that he should be a lot more honest during this time!"

"The donor is really good at laughing!"

Gu Mozhi's face stiffened with a gentle smile, but he couldn't help but scold in his heart, just a young man, bragging about a cow and not playing a draft, any cow dares to blow and is not afraid of causing trouble? Suddenly. He lost interest in Xiao Jiang.

"To tell the truth, no one believes it!"

Although the disdain on Gu Mo's wisdom face is very hidden, how can he escape Xiao Jiang's fiery eyes?

If you don't believe it, don't believe it, there will be a time when your old boy will suffer in the future!

Xiao Jiang smiled indifferently. Don't say it, look at Hatomo Zhi leisurely, and stare at Hatomo Zhi like this.

How can the Shaolin monks eat this set, they can't say that they can't say that Gu Mozhi, a guy with a lotus tongue. Without saying a word, he just got to work.

Woohoo......

The four old monks of Ben Cause, Ben Guan, Ben Shen and Ben Xiang, plus a senior monk, flew up one after another as if playing a solitaire race, sometimes stretching out the right thumb, sometimes stretching out the right middle finger and other three fingers, sending out a series of invisible and powerful six-vein finger swords.

Gu Mozhi, this guy is worthy of being one of the four unique dragons, and his martial arts are indeed terrifying!

I saw him smiling confidently. It is like a leisurely stroll in the meditation hall, a leisurely and natural style, both hands are erected into a knife, one palm after another is cut down, and the red fire knife qi visible to the naked eye flies out of the hand.

Flame Knife!

With the power of one person, he actually blocked all the one-finger attacks of the six-vein divine sword of his own generation, and even had the strength to launch a fierce counterattack!

"Amitabha!

Seeing that the five old monks of the original generation led by Ben Yin were actually inferior in the battle with Gu Mozhi, even the fierce and domineering six-vein sword fingers were not stopped by the hot and domineering flame knife.

Master Kurong couldn't sit still, and two incomparable six-vein sword fingers shot out between his palms, and Gu Mozhi didn't dare to slack off with his palms erected into a knife and slashed hard. The two fiery sword qi and the six-vein sword qi fought fiercely, and finally disappeared into invisibility.

Without waiting for Gu Mozhi to launch a fierce counterattack, the finger sword attacks of the five old monks of the original generation came, forcing him to run lightly like a fallen leaf in the wind, swaying left and right is difficult to ponder, and the two palms are not directly let the sharp six-vein finger sword attack. It is to split the Dao Dao, the blazing sword qi is in the six veins, and the finger sword is all gone.

He had just resolved the fierce offensive of the five old monks of his own generation, and he felt a majestic force coming towards him, Gu Mozhi was taken aback, and his palms pushed forward together, and after a muffled sound, the tantric Dharma King from the Great Snow Mountain, finally changed color on his face, and stepped back a few steps!

But that's it, the strong force shown by Kumachi. It is enough to shock the Shaolin monks!

Suddenly shocked back by Master Kurong's secret palm, Gu Mozhi was naturally very unconvinced.

His mouth was quite sharp, and in a few words, Master Kurong was speechless and continued to practice closed-mouth meditation, and at the same time, when he saw it, he suddenly made a 'concession', waved his hand and signaled the servants who came with him to bring the golden and brilliant Dharma car, and wanted to take out several Shaolin 72 peerless books to exchange them with Tianlong Temple for I Ching tendons.

"Monk Tubo, you think too much, you are embarrassed to take this thing out!"

Without waiting for the senior monk of Tianlong Temple to reply, Xiao Jiang interjected very unceremoniously, and said with a light smile on his face: "The seventy-two peerless learning of Shaolin is indeed extraordinary, and the power of cultivating the supreme depth is no worse than the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, but the problem is that you have to exchange the complete mastery, right?"

As a witness to this fight, he felt it was necessary to debunk the 'sinister' intentions of Kumaji.

The face of the senior monk of Tianlong Temple changed when he heard this, and his gaze was very unkind when he looked at Gu Mozhi.

Nima's, you are still a generation of monks, and you are playing such a trick that cannot be put on the table?

"What do you mean by this?"

Hearing this, Gu Mozhi's face changed greatly, and his eyes were full of anger and he shouted: "I don't know what evidence the donor has, the Shaolin mastery in the hands of the Taoist monk is not a complete secret book?"

As he spoke, a red monk's robe was blowing without wind, his eyes flashed with annoyance, and a fierce momentum in the uproar was overwhelming Lin Sha.

"Why, Tubo monk, you are so unprovoked and angry?"