Chapter 7, the Great Wheel Ming King Gu Mo Zhi

At this time, the master abbot of Shaolin said this, what else could Qiao Feng say? "This Tibetan monk is obviously not good, and he spent more than a month inviting the world's heroes to gather in Shaolin, and his intention could not be more obvious: he hopes to defeat the Shaolin Temple in the Zen and martial arts, and attack my Central Plains martial arts, but why would Mo Gongzi Mo be willing to help Gu Mozhi?" Qiao Feng, who retreated to the side, couldn't help but think in his heart.

Because of his preconceived notions, seeing yesterday's performance of the ink dumping pool to save the monks, it was difficult for Qiao Feng to have a bad feeling towards the ink dumping pool, and it was precisely because of this small episode that it was originally a clever plan, but now it is even more difficult to investigate and understand.

Challenging Shaolin, although there were many episodes in the middle, but in the end it finally achieved its goal, and Gu Mozhi didn't think much about it. Although he practiced a variety of ingenious and mysterious martial arts, but after all, Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, with many talents, and there have been peerless powerhouses such as Bodhidharma, he does not dare to be slack or careless, so that the sinking boat will be destroyed and the success will fall short.

Since there is already a slight provocation between the words, he is unruly, and Gu Mozhi, who is not convinced of anyone in the world, simply no longer hides his arrogance, he pinched the Bodhi beads in his hand, his eyes were sharp and swept over Xuan Ci and other Xuanzi monks, and laughed softly: " Although the little monk only knows a little about the Central Plains culture, but he also knows that there is indeed no one in Shaolin today who can be proficient in the Shaolin seventy-two stunts, since the establishment of Shaolin, only the ancestor of Bodhidharma has fully learned the seventy-two stunts, otherwise the little monk will not dare to come rashly, so as not to laugh at the generous! Today, the heroes of the world are here, and the senior monks of the Shaolin Xuanzi generation are also here.

Immediately, Gu Mozhi's momentum changed, and in an instant, an incomparable and vast aura appeared on his body, but only after the edge was revealed, it disappeared, and was replaced by a majestic and majestic temperament that stood like a mountain, and in an instant, an unfathomable martial arts cultivation was undoubtedly displayed, and no one doubted that he did not have the strength to challenge the Shaolin Temple.

Immediately, I only heard Kuma Zhi chanting Amitabha, and the Buddha's words were like a big thunder sound, resounding in all directions, shocking the sky.

At this moment, all the viewers of this Tubo monk can't help but know more deeply, originally few people thought that this Tubo monk can win the famous Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains, but now it seems that there is no impossibility, for a time everyone can't help but hold their breath, want to watch this epic battle.

The sound of heavy footsteps struck the ground, striking the hearts of the people. "Senior Brother Xuan Lone, the Tubo National Teacher has come here thousands of miles away to learn my Shaolin 72 stunts, although the old man is dull by nature and has poor martial arts qualifications, but he is also willing to learn the high skills of the Tubo National Teacher, if the old man is defeated, how about you, the first seat of the Arhat Hall, to appear again?"

Xuan Lonely, whose body was much more burly than others, stopped, and was stunned for a moment, and secretly wondered in his heart: "Could it be that the Tubo National Master is really so clever that the senior brother has to take action?" He doesn't think that Xuan Ci's martial arts are inferior to himself, although Xuan Ci is famous for his wisdom and breadth in the rivers and lakes, but when it comes to martial arts talent and martial arts attainments, he can dare to assert that the entire Shaolin Temple, including the first Xuansheng Senior Brother of the Prajna Hall, is not as good as Senior Brother Xuanci.

Although Xuan Lin was unhappy in his heart, he also stopped his pace of progress, and then retreated into the monks, silent.

Shaolin abbot Master Xuanci is powerful in the Central Plains martial arts, well-known at home and abroad, but few people in the rivers and lakes have seen Master Xuanci's martial arts, the former leader of the beggar gang Wang Jiantong, the South China Sea swordsman Gongsun Yu and a few other people have fought with this Shaolin abbot, as for the details of which no one revealed.

So far, Master Xuanci's martial arts attainments have always been a mystery, but one thing everyone is sure of, perhaps Master Xuanci's martial arts are not as good as the first Xuansheng master of the Shaolin Warrior Monk and the first Xuansheng Master of the Discipline Academy, but the martial arts attainments are not trivial, otherwise it would be impossible to sit on the position of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

Xuan Ci made a move? Gu Mozhi was slightly stunned, originally he had prepared for the wheel battle, but now it seems that he doesn't need it. In the eyes of him and the people of the rivers and lakes, as long as he is better than Master Xuanci, the host of the Shaolin Temple, in terms of martial arts, it is equivalent to winning the entire Shaolin Temple, and the prestige of the Shaolin Temple will naturally plummet, and he is famous in the rivers and lakes, so his goal has been achieved.

At the beginning of the competition, only the people in front of the mountain gate immediately gave way to a very wide field, and the masters duel, the shots were ruthless, and no one wanted to be killed by the pond fish.

"Brother Mo, who do you think is likely to win, Gu Mozhi or Master Xuan Ci?" When they dispersed, Murong Fu, who was standing in the crowd, walked to the side of Mo Dump Chi without a trace, and the two generals walked to the side of Mo Dump Chi at this moment, but at this moment, Murong Fu's doubts about Ink Dump Chi have not disappeared, but just as Mo Dump Chi expected, Murong Fu has been very sure of his ability, otherwise how could Murong Fu, who is modest on the surface and arrogant, ask such words?

Mo Tianchi patted the palm of his left hand with a folding fan with his right hand, and sighed softly: "Since Gu Mozhi is recognized as the number one master in the Tubo Kingdom, he is naturally not a person who is indiscriminate and famous, and his martial arts attainments naturally have his own uniqueness, as for Master Xuanci, since he is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, if he doesn't have some ability, how can he carry the Central Plains martial arts on his shoulders? It's just a pity that the younger brother's martial arts attainments are shallow, although he knows that both of them are first-class masters today, but he can't see what the depth is? Murong Gongzi, isn't asking me this sentence the same as a blind man asking what an elephant looks like?"

Your martial arts attainments are shallow, and ghosts are willing to believe in the words of power! Murong Fu smiled, but said in his heart, but if Murong Fu's words are true, then there are really many ghosts, at least more than 900 of the nearly 1,000 people present believe that although Mo Dumping Chi is famous, martial arts only know a little about the surface.

It is no wonder that the people of the rivers and lakes think so, first, the ink dumping pool rarely shows learning skills, and the second ink dumping pond is too strong in the temperament of the handsome son, even if the ink dumping pool often hangs a sword around his waist, but it is difficult for anyone to think that the ink dumping pool knows martial arts.

"Murong Gongzi was born in the Murong family, and he is familiar with the hundred schools of martial arts, can you see the superiority between the Tubo national master Gu Mozhi and the abbot master?" Mo Tianchi asked with a curious expression, and he didn't come to be rude.

Murong Fu shook his head and said: "As far as Murong Fu knows, there is no gap between the two in terms of internal strength, so only by looking at the martial arts attainments and state of mind, maybe the two will have to fight for an hour or two, or maybe they can distinguish the winner from the loser with just one move, which is also the most direct manifestation of the so-called Jianghu people's master's tricks but not the lightning." ”

Mo Tingchi nodded as if he didn't understand, and sighed: "Yes, if the two never fight, we will never know the superiority between them, and many things in the world are also like this, if you watch from a distance, how can you know the essence of things?"

Murong Fu's heart trembled, and he glanced at Mo Tingchi, but he didn't say anything more.

At this time, in the midst of all the attention, the abbot of Xuanci had already saluted each other with the Tubo national teacher Gu Mozhi, and it turned into a confrontation situation in an instant.

Gu Mozhi restrained the smile on his face little by little, and looked at the Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci on the opposite side calmly, Xuan Ci folded his hands, stood tall and jade, stared at Gu Mozhi with an immovable expression, and did not have the intention of making a move immediately, but the stalemate between the two of them can be felt by anyone, maybe it will take a long time, maybe in the next moment, the two will make an instant move.

Therefore, in the battle, the two looked breezy and calm, but viewers from all directions couldn't help but hold their breath, waiting for their eyes, not wanting to miss any moment when the two world's top masters met.

Suddenly, there was a sudden hurricane on the flat ground, the wind was like a knife, blowing through the heavens and the earth, and a large number of leaves around were swept up by this sudden hurricane, and the jade leaves flew all over the sky in front of the mountain gate.

This was originally a small action, but in an instant, Xuan Ci, who was calm and calm before Mount Tai collapsed, suddenly his pupils contracted violently, and a pair of slightly cloudy eyes flashed with a chilling light.

At this moment, everyone noticed the strangeness of Haruma Chi at this moment.

I saw that his right thumb and index finger were gently clasped together, as if holding a flower, his face was smiling, and the five fingers of his left hand flicked to the right...... But seeing that his fingers were extremely soft, every time his left hand popped out, it was like trying to bounce off the dew on the flowers in his right hand, but he was afraid of shaking off the petals, and his face was always kind and smiling, which seemed to be deeply understanding.

At this moment, Kumachi looks as if the Buddha was alive, that is, divine, and amiable.

However, in the face of the amiable and respectable Kumazhi like the Buddha, the abbot of Xuan Ci stepped back, he had to retreat, if he did not retreat, the terrifying momentum that only pressed down on him would invisibly shatter his internal organs, causing him to die tragically on the spot.

"Flower fingers, Shaolin seventy-two stunt flower fingers!" An exclamation suddenly completely eliminated everyone's suspicions, it turned out that the Tubo monk just now showed such a strange temperament and smile because he was using the flower fingers.

No, since it is the Shaolin 72 stunt flower fingers, then why can this Tibetan monk learn it, and why does this flower fingering method seem to be powerless? In an instant, a doubt filled many people's minds.

The first Xuan Lonely Master of the Discipline Academy looked at Gu Mozhi in a daze, with an incredible look in his eyes, and he kept muttering to himself in his heart: "Flower Finger, why did he learn Flower Finger in this sect?" and he actually cultivated Flower Fingering to such an unfathomable level.

Mo Qianchi's eyes flashed with a different color, and his eyes glanced at the small and huge marble mountain on the ground that was like a spider's web, and looked back at Murong Fu beside him and sighed with a smile: " When I first met, I saw that he was familiar with the wood-burning knife technique in the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, and now I saw that he actually practiced the fingering of the flower so much, but it is not whether this Tubo national teacher is only familiar with these two stunts, or he also knows a lot of Shaolin stunts. His voice was not loud, but at this time it was silent, and naturally it could easily spread all over the mountain gate.

A word fell to the ground gently, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

Under the rendering of words, invisibly, everyone's evaluation of this Tubo national teacher has reached a higher level.

At first, he watched the monkey play, then paid attention to it, and then let the latter be dignified, so that now looking up, this Tubo national teacher is in the hearts of the martial arts people in the Central Plains in the plan of the ink pouring pool step by step, and finally came to the same status as the Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci.

Mo Dump Chi was both shocked and sighed at the abbot Xuan Ci who could advance and retreat freely even if Gu Mozhi used the flower fingers in the seventy-two stunts, and Mo Tilt Chi's eyes already contained a smile: if Gu Mozhi, who had worked so hard to push to the peak, was defeated if he was so unsuccessful, how could he achieve his plan?

Three years without a sound, an astonishing one, isn't this Tubo national teacher who is about to defeat the abbot of Shaolin the best stepping stone?

It should be coming soon!, Ink Pond glanced down the hill.

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