However, he had just made a breakthrough, so he didn't care and said coldly: "Master Kongjian is just joking, it's just a small discussion of flower fingering." He didn't kill Xuan Bei, and he didn't know who did. 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 Xuanbei has been practicing hard for decades. Who would have thought that Xuanbei's skills were inferior to others? It's a pity that the young monk's flower-twisting fingering technique is even better... .” "You must have sneaked up on my junior brother Xuanbei. You couldn't compete with him, and you secretly killed him, so that junior brother Xuanbei fell. Today I'm going to conquer the demon with my knowledge and intelligence!" 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 will naturally not be able to speak against you, but if you fight four against one, the four great divine monks must attack in groups?" Jiumozhi put his hands together and said calmly. People in the world are just for fame and fortune, and naturally the four great monks will not do this.
He looked at Su Changqing, clasped his hands together, and said peacefully: "Hou Changqing, please step back temporarily and avoid getting too close to the 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 arched his hands and frowned slightly. Each one is more polite than the other, and if a fight breaks out later, they will probably die. "Jiumozhi, I'm here for an appointment today. Don't cause too much 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 smile. "Marquis Changqing, please take a seat. There are many disputes in Wudang today, and some of them are far away from us." Zhang Sanfeng laughed. The moment he heard about Wuliang, Su Changqing was already a friend rather than an enemy. "Tea." A disciple of Wudang disciple came to the side to offer tea. Su Changqing accepted it calmly, sat down calmly, and waited silently. "Su Changqing, you are not in the Changqing Marquis Mansion, why are you here?" He Taichong said with a slight frown. "You mobilized Danjiang soldiers and horses to gather at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and now you bring the infamous Jiumozhi up the mountain. Aren't you afraid of dying here?" Su Changqing drank the tea gently, his eyes were dull and he didn't say a word. He Taichong frowned slightly, Zhang Sanfeng also wanted to respect him, and even greeted him personally, asking the Seven Heroes of Wudang to salute him. This matter involves a martial arts secret. Before Zhang Sanfeng rose to prominence, he was still in the Shaolin Temple. The Kunlun Sect had no way of doing anything and was kind to him. His father He Zudao said that although Zhang Sanfeng had died long ago, Zhang Sanfeng was still in his prime and always remembered this kindness. Logically speaking, He Taichong is even the same generation as Zhang Sanfeng. How dare Su Changqing do this to him? .. "Who are you, your Excellency? You are worthy of the great merchant Chang Qinghou, and you talk like this?" 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 Guard Division, and the Heaven, Earth, and Xuan Divisions are all related to him." "There are a total of 12 divisions of Jinyiwei with 300,000 people. Do you know why the other divisions have no old friendship with Su Changqing?" "Because Su Changqing killed the other five governors alone!" "Your Excellency, even if the entire Kongtong sect is here, I'm afraid that even one of the twelve divisions of Jin Yiwei will be unable to defeat you, right? Why does Su Changqing want to pay attention to you?" He Taichong was startled. To put it this way, he was indeed not worthy of talking to Su Changqing. Zhang Sanfeng would 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. "Zhenzhen Zhang, today the young monk is going to use the treasure land to take action. Please forgive me if I have offended you." Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and said politely, cupping his hands. "Today is the old Taoist's 100th birthday, so I'd like to ask the Imperial Master to stop by." Zhang Sanfeng said calmly. "Of course, it's just a discussion today." Jiumozhi chuckled. The two moved outside the main hall, and Sunyata came first, like a Buddha's wrathful Vajra, with hands like thunder and curved into dragon claws. "I've heard for a long time about the thirty-six postures of the dragon claw hand performed by the emptiness monk of Bodhidharma Monastery, but...it happens that the young monk can also do it." Jiumozhi gave a ferocious laugh, and the Small Phaseless Skill burst out, also coming 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 people's claws intertwined, bursting out in the air, like gold and stone clashing, and for a moment, it was hard to tell the difference. Kongxing came after him, but Jiumozhi suddenly grabbed the stone tower with one claw, turned 360 degrees, and strangled him to death on the stone tower with one claw of the dragon's tail. Three blood marks were clearly visible on Kongxing's neck. He retired sadly. After decades of hard training, he was still no match for Jiumozhi, and he could not hide his loss in his heart. "Master, 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 everyone and said calmly. "Shameless!" The three great monks said coldly at the same time. "Although the national master is a martial arts prodigy with a photographic memory, he is so thick-skinned that no one in Buddhism can match him. When will he secretly learn my Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands?" .............................