Tang Mo understood Sun Wukong's thoughts, five hundred years ago, no matter what, Sun Wukong suffered a loss in Yang Jian's hands, so now, no matter how he wants to press Yang Jian.

Tang Mo coughed lightly and said, "Wukong, you are the Monkey King! So, you must be convincing in doing things, so that you can be worthy of your prestige!"

"Look at it like this, when the time comes, you will compete with the Bull Demon King and Yang Jian, and when the time comes, whoever is the most powerful will be the senior brother, how about it?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head, originally his first apprenticeship should be a senior brother, but now he has to try to become a senior brother. No matter how you look at it, it's a bit of a loss.

Tang Mo didn't give him time to react at all, and said to Sun Wukong with a straight face, "What? Could it be that the famous Monkey King has no confidence to defeat Erlang God?"

"Who said that?"

Sun Wukong said angrily, "Five hundred years ago, if it wasn't for my grandson's plot, how could those three eyes be my grandson's opponent!"

"Master, don't worry! When I see those three eyes, my old grandson will definitely let him see my old grandson's methods, so that he will be convinced of losing!

Sun Wukong is full of confidence, after all, such a proud creature as them, no one will obey anyone.

Sun Wukong, Bull Demon King, Yang Jian, who is the big brother?

Let the three of them solve these headaches by themselves!

Tang Mo appeased Sun Wukong, and then continued on the road.

Eagle Sorrow Stream is a river, but the terrain is extremely difficult.

The goshawk was still worried before this water stream and couldn't fly over. The goshawk is difficult to cross, which shows that it is difficult and dangerous.

And on this day, Tang Mo's master and apprentice finally arrived at this Eagle Sorrowful Stream.

Tang Mo looked at this eagle sorrowful stream, and had some doubts in his heart, there was a change in this westward journey world, and he didn't know if it was still a little white dragon in this eagle sorrowful stream.

Just when he was puzzled, he saw that the eagle was surging and a white dragon rushed out, opened its bloody mouth, and bit down on Tang Mo.

Tang Mo stepped on his feet, his body moved, and he dodged this attack.

"Amitabha! Good! Good! Little White Dragon, why are you so kind to the poor monk!"

The little white dragon in the eagle's sorrowful stream has not changed.

The little white dragon shouted angrily and said, "Monk Wuna, Guanyin Bodhisattva said that the little white dragon is destined to be a scripture taker!

"Little White Dragon, I am the number one romantic figure in the Three Realms, how can I be a mount? No! Absolutely not! You leave quickly, otherwise, I will make you look good!"

But he said that the little white dragon had already been instructed to wait here, as a mount, to carry Tang Mo to the western sky.

In the past, because the little white dragon caused a big disaster in the heavenly court, he was knocked down by this eagle sorrowful stream.

At the beginning, Xiao Bailong was very uncomfortable in his heart, thinking every day about how to make meritorious service and atone for his sins.

However, it didn't take long for the little white dragon's mind to change.

Isn't it happy to eat, drink, and be merry every day in this eagle's sorrowful stream, and wait for death to eat? Why do you want to go back to the West Sea and continue to be bound by that kind of bondage!

Anyway, he is in the West Sea, and he is also a character that his grandmother doesn't hurt and his uncle doesn't love.

Therefore, the little white dragon didn't care at all about Guanyin Bodhisattva's promise.

He didn't believe that when he succeeded in learning the scriptures, he would be able to attain the Buddhahood and become a Buddha and become an ancestor.

What is the mastery of becoming a Buddha, it is better to eat and drink in this eagle stream, and be a salted fish dragon who eats and waits for death, isn't it happy?

Therefore, when the little white dragon sensed Tang Mo's coming, he had a deep hostility.

[Resentment!Negative sentiment from the little white dragon +50.]

Tang Mo frowned and glanced at the little white dragon, and said, "Little white dragon, you don't want to be the poor monk's mount, and the poor monk still doesn't want to accept you!

Tang Mo also has arrogance in his heart, think about the apprentices of the poor monks, Sun Wukong, Bull Demon King, Yang Jian, which one is not famous? Which one is not the world's pride that coerces an era?

As for the little white dragon? What kind of waste wood is this? The little white dragon can't look down on Tang Mo, and Tang Mo can't look down on the little white dragon!

"You don't want to take me? What do you mean? What do you mean?"

The little white dragon looked at Tang Mo angrily, and said with his claws, "I see that you are looking down on me little white dragon!"

[Anger!'s negative sentiment from the little white dragon +50.]

Tang Mo's mouth twitched, and he carefully examined the little white dragon, and scolded himself in his heart, what are you angry with such a teaser?

Thinking like this, he was a little excited, waved his hand and said, "Donor, you're right! The poor monk just looks down on you!"

"Master, don't talk nonsense with this little loach! This little loach, I don't know what to say, dares to hurt Master! My grandson has just been born, and his hands are itchy!"

Sun Wukong had already appeared with a golden hoop stick in his hand, and said, "Let's see my old grandson teach this little loach a good lesson!"

"Where did the monkey come from? The ignorant are fearless, how do you know my methods for the little white dragon? Look down on my little white dragon? Why do you look down on my little white dragon? I don't think you give me face for the little white dragon!"

The little white dragon shouted angrily and rushed towards Tang Mo.

At this time, Sun Wukong waved the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand, and each blow was as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

Bang!

The little white dragon actually relied on his unparalleled might, attacked step by step, and fought with Sun Wukong for more than a dozen rounds.

However, after more than a dozen rounds, he became more and more powerless, and he secretly complained in his heart.

Still unforgiving, he opened his mouth and pretended to be disdainful, and said, "Wu Na demon monkey, who are you?

"My old grandson is the Monkey King!"

Sun Wukong shouted, his movements were not slow at all, and the Ruyi golden hoop stick came out horizontally and volleyed towards the little white dragon.

The little white dragon screamed in pain, but his heart was even more shocked, and he said in disbelief, "Monkey King, the Great Sage of Monkey King?

"It's my grandson!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and swept towards the little white dragon with a stick, and the frightened little white dragon was all gone.

Monkey King, he knows the reputation of this one too well, but it is like thunder.

At this time, the little white dragon has long lost the courage to fight against Sun Wukong.

"Sun Wukong, little white dragon, I respect you as a man, this little monk, what ability do you want to follow?"

Little White Dragon couldn't figure out how charming this scripture learner was, so that the famous Monkey King would also follow him willingly?

"Monkey King! Listen to the little white dragon's advice! Isn't it happy to eat and drink every day to be a salted fish dragon? Why do you have to work so hard to follow this little monk and go to the west to learn scriptures?"

The little white dragon speaks with a lot of seriousness, of course, this is mainly because the little white dragon can't beat Sun Wukong at all.

And hearing this, Tang Mo, who had been not caring about it beside him, was also angry, this little white dragon, he didn't pursue it, and he wanted to bewitch Sun Wukong, he really didn't know what to do.