When Gu Mozhi's consciousness fell into the illusion of the Zhenlong chess game, he fought against many warrior monks, whether Gu Mozhi simulated Shaolin 72 stunts with Xiao Wuxianggong, or other Shaolin masters, they were all defeated by these warrior monks with more authentic and powerful Shaolin masters.

And Gu Mozhi also angrily exerted the Dragon Elephant Pranya Gong that had been practiced for many years, but only hit three warrior monks. After all, each of them had an extremely high defense, like copper skin and iron bones, and then the other warrior monks had already besieged him, knocked Gu Mozhi to his stomach, and stepped on the ground with his feet and couldn't get up.

"Impossible, it's not true! My little Wuxiang Gong can perfectly simulate the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, even if other martial arts, as long as you have seen its secret tips once, you can also simulate it. In addition, my internal strength is profound, and it is even more powerful than the authentic stunt, but what is the matter today?" Kumachi shouted madly in the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, Gu Mozhi seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, no matter how loud he shouted, in fact, this voice was only shouted in his heart, and others could not hear it.

In fact, Kumachi felt that a long time had passed, and when he woke up from this tangled and confused nightmare state, it was only a while in reality.

This made it difficult for Gu Mozhi to maintain the demeanor of that high monk, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were not as deep and peaceful as usual, and his eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and they were quite hideous.

"It seems that the great monk is not bad in terms of martial arts, but you are very bad in terms of playing chess, sad urging!" Gusu Murong Fu waved his sword in a chic manner, and carved a stone statue next to him into the shape of a flying bird in a few clicks, because he saw that Gu Mozhi failed to solve the Zhenlong chess game. The heart is very happy.

Murong Fu thought that Gu Mozhi would be annoyed and angry and scolded a few words, but Gu Mozhi remembered that his consciousness had fallen into the illusion of the chess game just now. Under the siege of many warrior monks, it was completely defeated. There's no temper anymore. Only then did Gu Mozhi understand that his arrogance was so ridiculous, and the Shaolin 72 stunts that he was proud of had not yet been practiced at home.

So, Gu Mozhi said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, since the little monk's chess strength is not enough, then it is better to invite Gusu Murong Gongzi to come and show his chess skills, I wish you good luck." ”

With a sonorous sound, Murong Fu returned his sword into the sheath. He smiled a little proudly: "It should have been like this a long time ago, the Zhenlong chess game is not something that ordinary people can crack." ”

Bao Wei and Feng Bo Evil and others cheered for Murong Fu, and in their eyes, Murong Gongzi was a god-like figure. They think that in today's martial arts, there is no better person than Murong Gongzi, even if Murong Gongzi is occasionally defeated, it is just bad luck and abnormal performance.

In short, as long as you have an idea in your heart. So it is logical to find an excuse, and there is a tacit understanding between Bao and others.

"Son, come on, you are the strongest, and you will definitely be able to crack this strange Zhenlong chess game. Bao Wei waved his folding fan.

The storm evil also chimed in: "Wowhaha." Needless to say, our son is the dragon and phoenix among people, the legendary Destiny. If he can't crack the game. There will be no heavenly reason. In short, the prince is the one of destiny. ”

Kou Hao was speechless when he heard this. glared at the turmoil, and actually pulled out the title of "Destiny". Do you think it's the plot of Xuanyuan Sword?

"Cousin, I'm sure you can do it. Wang Yuyan said softly.

Kou Hao and Duan Yu were silent, but seeing that Murong Fu had already started to play chess at this moment, the chess pieces that Gu Mozhi had put down before had been taken down by the servants here.

The Zhenlong chess game is an endgame that is about to be played, but according to the different chess paths of the people who come to receive the chess, the subsequent situation will be very different.

Murong Fu was relatively relaxed at first, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth, but after a while, his brows furrowed, and the speed of playing chess slowed down, and he was very dignified.

At this time, more people gathered at the top of the Drum Mountain, among which were the four evildoers: Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan, and Yunzhonghe.

Hangu Bayou also came, they were originally the apprentices of Mr. Su Xinghe, and they each learned a knowledge of Su Xinghe, but later Su Xinghe expelled them from the sect in order to prevent Ding Chunqiu from harming these disciples.

The eight disciples also understood Su Xinghe's good intentions, so not only did they not have hatred in their hearts, but they were very moved, and they had been silently paying attention to the situation on Master's side all these years. No, at this moment, once the Zhenlong chess game began to recruit martial arts heroes to crack it, they would immediately rush over.

The people on the Shaolin side are led by Master Xuannan, who is very tall and thin, has good martial arts, and is not bad in meditation.

Kou Hao had seen Master Xuan Yan in the battle of Juxianzhuang before, and this person was considered a leader in martial arts in Juxianzhuang at that time.

"Hello, Master Xuannan. Kou Hao smiled.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be Kou Shaoxia, I met unexpectedly, it was really fate. Hey, it's a shame to say that at that time, Lao Wei didn't measure his own strength, and wanted to attack Xiao Feng, but he was completely defeated head-on, if Xiao Feng hadn't finally found out and let me go, then Lao Gao would not have come here to comprehend this mysterious Zhenlong chess game. Master Xuan Yan said with emotion.

There are two reasons why he said so much: one is that he often explains the scriptures to the younger monks, which can be called a professional habit, and the other is that when he thinks of the battle of Juxianzhuang, his mood is difficult to calm down, and he says a lot of words excitedly.

Kou Hao said with a smile: "The free Dharma protection of the Daoist monk is good." ”

Saying that, Kou Hao walked over and sat on the bluestone next to Master Xuan, because Kou Hao remembered that in the plot of Zhenlong Chess Game, Master Xuanjiao would be inflicted by Ding Chunqiu to "scatter three laughs", which was a slow attack, and the victim did not know the situation at all. Once you inadvertently laugh three times, it's time to die.

However, this Xiaoyao Sanxiaosan must be triggered within a certain range, but if the perpetrator perceives the danger and responds immediately, then the Xiaoyao Sanxiaosan will rebound, and Ding Chunqiu, who is carefully performing this technique, will also be difficult to resist.

And before the victim laughs for the third time, if he is discovered, he can still be treated with Su Xinghe's medical skills.

Therefore, Ding Chunqiu generally only uses Xiaoyao Sanxiao to plot against him, otherwise wouldn't this method be invincible?

At this time, Kou Hao saw a little monk who was more than one meter tall, but very dark and thin, with a lot of acne on his face, estimated to be in his twenties.

This little monk was carrying a lot of luggage, and he looked around curiously at the moment, admiring the martial arts masters present, scratching his head from time to time, looking like a countryman entering the city.

"Xuzhu, can you understand Go?" said Master Xuan Yuan's kindness.

"Returning to the uncle, the little monk doesn't understand it at all, but he just thinks that this place is lively and full of sages. Xuzhu replied respectfully.

Kou Hao's heart sank, he couldn't imagine that Xuzhu was like this, much uglier than the Xuzhu in various versions of TV series. But it is also understandable that if an ugly person is allowed to play the leading role, the audience will be very unhappy.

But in this way, it has caused a big problem, for example, the actor who was found to play Xuzhu is actually very handsome, but in the process of acting, people say that he is an ugly and stupid monk, which is simply talking nonsense with his eyes open!

Kou Hao felt that the virtual bamboo he saw in front of him was real.

It's really ugly, but when he heals the acne on his face, it shouldn't be so ugly. On the other hand, in fact, Xuzhu is not stupid, but very introverted, and he has never seen much of the world, since he went down the mountain this time, everything is involuntarily.

In any case, Xuzhu has always maintained a righteous and kind heart in his heart, which is one of the reasons why Kou Hao is reluctant to seize his opportunity.

Kou Hao took a long breath and glanced at the other people around him, there were some unknown martial arts people, there were more than two hundred people, but they all understood that they were just watching the lively soy sauce, so they were just watching from a distance.

As for the beggar gang, without Xiao Feng, it would be like a puddle of loose sand, and even such an interesting martial arts event, the beggar gang did not send anyone to participate.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of gongs and drums and suona sounded, and some people shouted: "The old immortal of the stars, the mana is boundless." And "Star Magic, Alone in the Martial Arts." "Wait, shameless words.

But a large group of disciples came with a bamboo sedan chair, and on top of the bamboo sedan chair, sitting was a person with white hair and flowing like an old fairy. He held a feather fan with a warm smile on his face.

If he didn't let his disciples open the way in such an exaggerated way, then the people present would still have some admiration for his demeanor.

"Ding Chunqiu is finally here, this person's martial arts are not particularly high, but the means are very insidious, and shameless, you have to be careful. Kou Hao admonished himself in his heart.

At this time, Murong Fu also fell into a strange illusion, only feeling that he was wearing golden armor and holding Fang Tian's halberd, leading a large group of golden armor soldiers to break through. But there were enemy troops on all sides, and they couldn't rush out.

"When autumn comes, September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom. The Heavenly Incense Array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor!" Murong Fu looked up to the sky and shouted.

No matter how Murong Fu led his subordinates to rush and kill, he couldn't break through, because there were too many enemy troops, which could be described as overwhelming. In such a large-scale battle, the martial arts of the hundred schools and the family tradition of the Gusu Murong clan had no effect.

Seeing that he was embattled, Murong Fu sighed: "After all, I can't be of great use, and I can't complete the family mission!"

After that, Murong Fu lost the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, pulled out the saber at his waist, and immediately wanted to kill himself with a horizontal sword.

This not only happened in Murong Fu's consciousness illusion, but in reality, seeing Murong Fu from a sluggish state of playing chess, he suddenly drew his sword and rested on his neck.

"Cousin, don't look for a short time!" Wang Yuyan cried anxiously.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" said Bao Wei. (To be continued.) )