strictlysupreme Chapter 144 What Are You? It Is Also Worthy Of Talking With The Great Merchant Chang Qinghou, So To
Chapter 144 What Are You? It Is Also Worthy Of Talking With The Great Merchant Chang Qinghou, So To
"Master Kong Jian was joking, but it was just a small exchange of fingering skills."
He didn't kill Xuan Bei, and he didn't know who killed him.
But as long as he can become famous all over the world, he is willing to take the blame.
Jiumozhi sighed softly, looked around the crowd and said: "Master Xuan Bei has practiced hard for decades, who would have thought that Xuan Bei's skills are not as good as others, it's a pity, but the little monk's flower fingering is even better..."
"It must be you who attacked my junior brother Xuan Bei, but you can't learn from him, and secretly assassinated him, so that junior brother Xuan Bei will fall. Today, I'm 'knowledge and wisdom' and I will subdue demons!"
The eyes of the four great monks were slightly cold, and they all stood up, ready to fight directly.
"If you open your mouths four times, the little monk can't beat you, but if you fight four against one, the mighty four great monks will join forces to attack you?"
Jiumozhi clasped his palms together and said calmly.
People in Rivers and Lakes are nothing more than fame and fortune, and the four great monks are naturally not like this.
Looking at Su Changqing, put his hands together, and said peacefully: "Marquis Changqing, please step back for a while, and get too close to this Great Wheel Ming King, so as not to be accidentally injured by the poor monk and others."
"Thank you four masters, but where is Wudang Wuliang?" Su Changqing slightly cupped his hands and frowned slightly.
One is more polite than the other, and when they fight later, it is estimated that they will die.
"Jumozhi, I'm here for my appointment today, don't cause trouble."
"Don't worry, Su Changqing, I'll beat up these four old bald donkeys first." Jiumozhi shrugged his neck and said with a sinister grin.
"Marquis Changqing, please sit down, there are many disputes in Wudang today, and there are many mistakes." Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly.
The moment he heard Wuliang, Su Changqing was already a friend rather than an enemy.
"Tea."
A disciple of Wudang True Inheritance came to offer tea, Su Chang accepted it frankly, sat down calmly, and waited silently.
"Su Changqing, you are not in the Marquis of Changqing, why did you come here?" He Taichong frowned slightly.
"You mobilized the Danjiang army and gathered at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and now you brought the notorious Jiumozhi up the mountain, aren't you afraid of dying here?"
Su Changqing drank the tea lightly, his eyes were flat, and he didn't say a word.
He Taichong frowned slightly, Zhang Sanfeng also had to respect him, even greeted him personally, and ordered the Seven Heroes of Wudang to salute him.
This matter involves a Martial Forest secret. Before Zhang Sanfeng rose to power, he was still in Shaolin Temple. The Kunlun Sect had nothing to do with him, but he had been kind to him.
He Zudao his old father, although he has already died, but Zhang Sanfeng is in his prime of life, he always remembers this kindness.
Logically speaking, He Taichong is even on the same level as Zhang Sanfeng.
How dare Su Changqing treat him like this?
"What kind of guy is your Excellency? You are also worthy of being a great merchant, Chang Qinghou, and you talk like that?" Jiumozhi laughed loudly.
He Taichong's eyes turned cold when he heard this, and he stared at Jiumozhi.
"He is in charge of more than 30,000 people in the Huangzi Division, the Zhenfu Division, the Zhenshou Division, and the Tiandixuan Division, all of which are old with him."
"Jinyiwei has a total of 12 divisions and 300,000 people. Do you know the rest of the divisions? Why do you have no old acquaintance with Su Changqing?"
"Because Su Changqing alone killed the other five governors!"
"Your Excellency, even if the Kongtong faction is full of people, I'm afraid that even one of the twelve divisions of Jinyiwei can't beat one of them? Why does Su Changqing talk to you?"
He Taichong was taken aback, speaking of it this way, he really doesn't deserve to talk to Su Changqing, Zhang Sanfeng will treat him as a guest.
But what does this have to do with you, Jiumozhi?
"Your Excellency, you should protect yourself." He Taichong said coldly.
"Master Zhang, today the little monk is going to use the precious land to make a move. Please forgive me if I offend you."
Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, looked at Zhang Sanfeng, said with cupped hands very politely.
"Today is Lao Dao's 100th birthday, and the national teacher is still here to order." Zhang Sanfeng said calmly.
"Of course, it's just a discussion today." Jiumozhi said with a light smile.
The two moved outside the Great Hall, and emptiness came first, like a Buddha's wrath Vajra, with hands like thunder, bent into dragon claws.
"I've heard about the thirty-six dragon-claw hands of the emptiness monk of the Bodhidharma Academy for a long time, but...it just so happens that the young monk can also do it."
Jiumozhi let out a sinister grin, burst out his Little Formless Skill, and also came with one claw.
He fought and retreated, hanging upside down on the stone tower, his yellow robe fluttering in the wind, like a yellow eagle, with claws like cold rays, pointing directly at Kongxing's neck.
The two claws intertwined, bursting out in the air, like a clash of gold and stone, for a moment, it was hard to tell the difference.
Kongxing came chasing after him, but Jiumozhi suddenly grabbed the stone tower with one claw, and let go at a 360-degree angle. With one claw, the dragon swung its tail and strangled him to death on the stone tower.
Three bloodstains on Kong Xing's neck were clearly visible, he retreated dejectedly, after decades of hard training, he was still no match for Jiumozhi, and he couldn't hide his disappointment.
"Grandmaster, I didn't expect that the martial arts of Shaolin Temple would be so powerful in the hands of a young monk."
Jiumozhi looked around at the crowd and said calmly.
"Shameless!" The three monks said coldly at the same time.
"Although the national teacher is a prodigy in martial arts and has a long-term memory, but he has a thick skin, and I am afraid that no one in the Buddhist sect can match him. When will he secretly imitate my young Lin Long's claws?"
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