The Most Powerful Fisherman in the Heavens

"Jumozhi, Tubo State Teacher? I don't know how strong he is?"

"Although I don't like Xiao Feng, I hate Jiumozhi even more, a foreign national teacher who dares to go to our Middle-earth martial arts forest to show off his power and blow his balls!"

Murong Bo locks onto Xiao Yuanshan, Jiumozhi confronts Xiao Feng, the battle is imminent.

Everyone held their breath, feeling that today's martial arts conference was not in vain, it was really exciting!

Roar!

A dragon's chant resounded throughout the world, Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi were fighting together, his martial arts didn't change too much, he followed the way of one move that was eaten all over the world, and back and forth were the moves of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon .

But there are not many people in this world who can block his tricks.

But his opponent Jiumozhi's martial arts are very extensive and changeable.

Jiumozhi was gifted and intelligent since he was a child, he never forgets his photographs, and was obsessed with martial arts. He was awarded the magical skill of "Flame Sword" by the master of the Nyingma School of the Esoteric School of Tubo Kingdom. They exchanged the practice formulas of "sword" and were able to learn the unique skills of the Shaolin school.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

Xiao Feng sent out with one palm, his true energy transformed into a dragon, the terrifying coercion was overwhelming, making it hard for people to parry.

"Prajna Palm!"

Jiumozhi used Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills to deter demons and heretics in the palm of Prajna, the two fierce palms collided, and the force swept around them centered on them, bricks and stones splashed, and each warrior kept retreating, for fear of being affected .

"Northern Qiaofeng really deserves its reputation. It was even able to draw with the poor monk. It's just that the poor monk suddenly remembered that there is something important to do, so we will fight again at another time!"

Jiumozhi took a step back, felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood welled up, he swallowed it forcefully in order not to lose face, left in a hurry after leaving a word.

"Why did you leave?"

"He ran away?"

"What is the Tubo national teacher, it is really vulnerable!"

Everyone was full of disappointment and despised one after another, but unfortunately Jiumozhi had already left Shaolin and couldn't hear what they said, at this moment a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his heart was full of horror.

He originally wanted to sell Murong Bo's favor and show off his strength, but he didn't expect to fall to the iron plate, and was repulsed as soon as he appeared on the stage.

Everyone naturally didn't know what Jiumozhi was thinking, but they also guessed that the opponent was not Xiao Feng's opponent and ran away directly.

"waste!"

Murong Bo cursed inwardly, it became him facing Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan alone again.

Now it is for revenge, naturally there is no need to talk about morals, Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan teamed up, Murong Bo suddenly became precarious, he wanted to escape but couldn't escape.

"Murong Bo is about to lose!" Li Qiushui's beautiful eyes flashed, and the situation in the field was already very obvious.

"There is a big boss coming out!" Ye Donghuang nodded and said suddenly.

"Big boss?"

Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui, Li Canghai, and Zhao Shirong were a little puzzled and didn't quite understand what the big boss meant.

But I can guess that there should be some powerful characters coming out.

Murong Bo and Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan face each other, the three of them fight for palm strength from a distance, Murong Bo is one against two, his face is pale, he is about to be unable to hold on.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddha's horn sounded, and the warriors present were startled, they found a simple old monk suddenly appeared between the palms of Murong Bo and Xiao Feng, one of them blocked the palms of the three of them.

This old monk is the sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion.

"Fuck, who is this? It's amazing!"

"Shaolin really has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I never thought there would be such a strong man!"

"As expected of the Central Plains Wulin Taishan Beidou, it is really powerful!"

Seeing the appearance of the sweeping monk, all the warriors exclaimed, their eyes horrified.

Murong Bo, Xiao Feng, and Xiao Yuanshan are already the strongest they have ever seen, but they never expected that someone could stand between the three of them alone.

What kind of strength is this?

"Invincible Grand Master!"

The eyes of Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui, and Li Canghai suddenly became serious. They were only one line away from the invincible grand master, but the difference between them was a world of difference.

Their master, Xiaoyaozi, was the Invincible Grandmaster before, and they understood the horror of the Invincible Grandmaster even better.

Of course, with Ye Donghuang around, they are not afraid!

After all, Ye Donghuang was not weaker than their master Xiaoyaozi in the Grandmaster realm, let alone after being promoted to the Supreme Grandmaster now!

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk lightly dispelled the palm strength of the three, and suppressed everyone at once, including Xiao Yuanshan, who didn't make a move immediately, his eyes were serious, "Who are you?"

"The poor monk is nothing more than an old monk who swept away the scripture pavilion!"

The floor-sweeping monk spoke lightly, using the current words to pretend.

"Why haven't I seen you in the past thirty years in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?" Xiao Yuanshan wondered in surprise.

"Lady Xiao is engrossed in the classics of martial arts, and has no other distractions, so naturally he can't see the old monk!"

Monk Sao Di looked like an unpretentious old monk, and continued: "I remember the first time a layman came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to secretly read a finger book of Wuxiang Jie. Since then, the layman has entered the way of the devil!"

"If I don't hide my aura and hide in a place where others can't see, how can others not see it!"

Zhao Shirong pursed his lips, and sneered even more at what the sweeping monk said, "If you have no distractions, you can't see them".

If it happened once or twice, it could be called a coincidence, but in thirty years, it has never happened once, which is simply ridiculous. If she didn't deliberately avoid it, she wouldn't believe it even if she killed her.

All the martial arts people around nodded secretly, feeling that the old monk was dishonest, and knew how to brag and fool others.

However, frightened by the terrifying strength of the old monk, no one dared to speak out like Zhao Shirong.

"How do you know so well?"

Xiao Yuanshan was even more horrified when he heard the words, he felt that the sweeping monk must have been secretly watching him at that time, otherwise he would not have known so clearly.

But he didn't know anything for thirty years. Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and he felt that the sweeping monk was unpredictable.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

The sweeping monk sighed, as if he didn't hear Zhao Shirong and Xiao Yuanshan's words, he said to himself: "The second time Layman Xiao came to secretly read a book called Prajna Palm Technique. At that time, the old monk sighed secretly. Where laymen usually take their books, there is a Lotus Sutra and a Miscellaneous Agama Sutra, hoping that they can be borrowed and enlightened by heart.”

"Unexpectedly, the layman is obsessed with martial arts, but ignores the authentic Buddhism. He left these two scriptures aside, found a magic wand method, and went happily!"

"Ah, addicted to the sea of ​​suffering, I don't know when I will be able to extricate myself!"

The sweeping monk sighed, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo and all the warriors around were terrified.

Even Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are like this, if it were them, they would shudder to think about it.

"Layman Murong is a member of the Xianbei tribe, but he has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several generations. The old monk first guessed that the layman must have been exposed to the literary grace of the Southern Dynasty!"

"Unexpectedly, when the layman came to the Sutra Pavilion, he discarded my patriarch's whispered French and the quotations and experience of the eminent monks in the past like a bag, and picked up a book of 'Nianhua Fingering', but it was like a treasure!"

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