Flower Stealing Master Chapter 308: The hero saves the beauty…. the demon girl

The internal power of this Buddha horn is extremely powerful, ordinary but no less than a Buddhist lion roar, everyone in the inn only feels a trembled, even the masters such as the Golden Wheel Fa King calmly looked at the door of the inn full of alert.

The two elders Xuan Ming also stopped attacking, frowning and turning around to guard. Although Li Mochou was able to get away, his pink face turned whiter than before.

Soon a great monk in a yellow robed robe walked in with a stick stick. This person will be middle-aged next year, but his face is like a crown, his appearance is dignified, a pair of phoenix eyes is not angry and presumptuous, and his attitude makes the inn Everyone was heartbroken.

"I don't know how the master can teach you?" Although Lu Zhangke had some scruples about this monk, he consciously joined hands with his junior brother, and there were very few people in the world who could contend with. Besides being interrupted by the other party, his words were quite rude.

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the great monk, but soon disappeared without a trace, and he said with a Buddha's name in his eyes: "I don't dare to be enlightened. It's just the female donor who was besieged by two donors. The poor monk has been chasing for many days. I hope the two of you will make it easier to let the poor monk subdue this devil."

"Brother, I have long heard that there is dirt and dirt in the Buddhism of the Middle-Earth. I see it now, and it really deserves its reputation." Hebi Weng smiled hehe, winked at the great monk, "This master won't see this. This Taoist aunt is handsome and charming, and she moved the heart. The monk is worthy of the Taoist aunt, and the nun is worthy of the Taoist priest. It's wonderful, wonderful, hahaha..."

Lu Zhangke also laughed very cooperatively. The great monk on the opposite side turned blue and shouted in a deep voice: "Hey! Where are the two fools."

The two elders Xuan Ming didn’t feel annoyed, they smiled and sang and said: “Great monk, everything must be first come first, first come first, this beautiful Taoist aunt is the first thing we saw, our brothers have a lot of them, wait for a share of your pie. It’s not impossible, but if you rush to jump in the queue, it’s the monk that’s wrong with you."

Li Mo's face was sorrowful. If ordinary men dared to speak such foul language to her, she would have let her survive or die. But now whether it is the second elder Xuan Ming or the great monk, martial arts are far above her, and she can only watch the changes.

"It is full of foul language. As the saying goes, the anger of the Buddha must be a lion roar. The poor monk is not talented. I can't restrain the anger in my heart..." The big monk raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself. He heard some fragments vaguely, only to see him suddenly raising his hand, and a hot infuriating air shot from his sleeve.

The two elders of Xuan Ming practiced martial arts to the yin to the cold, and were extremely afraid of this yang zhenqi, and did not dare to directly accept the move, hurriedly stepped away from both sides, leaving a circle of scorched traces where they had stood.

"Wuxiangjiuzhi?" Seeing the great monk's action, Song Qingshu said lightly. Wuxiangjiuzhi is Shaolin's unique knowledge. In today's world, apart from Shaolin Xuanbi Master, only Tubo Kumozhi is the only one who can be said to be proficient. , And Master Xuan Bei died at the hands of Kumazhi at Shenjie Temple in Dali, who is this great monk in front of him?

"The meaningless catastrophe!" The two elders Xuanming have been in the world for many years, and they have naturally understood the martial arts skills. Seeing the great monk use the Shaolin skills, they can't help but secretly startled, their tone is also respectful, far less presumptuous than just now." Dare to ask the master's name, which monk is from Shaolin Temple?"

The great monk snorted, and the two elders Xuan Ming evaded just now and looked like a super master. Now they are respectful and respectful, but they are quite useful in their heart: "Poor monk's title Xuan Cheng."

"It turned out to be an eminent monk of the Xuanzi generation!" Now the Shaolin Temple abbot Xuanci, the other party and the abbot are of the same generation, presumably the martial arts must not be weak, and the attitude of the two elders Xuanming is even more respectful.

"Xuan Cheng?" On the other hand, the Golden Wheel Fa King was shocked, and he stood up and asked, "Dare to ask the master, who is known as the first martial arts monk in Shaolin Temple for two hundred years?"

When I was reminded by the King of the Golden Wheel, the two elders Xuan Ming suddenly remembered a legend in the martial arts, Shaolin Temple’s 72 stunts are vast and profound. It is good for ordinary people to master one discipline in their lifetime, and those with outstanding talents can often practice several geniuses at the same time. , It is impossible to be able to master 72 stunts at the same time.

A few decades ago, Shaolin Xuanzi produced a martial arts genius, and he actually learned thirteen fine arts. It can be said that he has not seen the ancients before, and he is hailed as the first person in the martial arts of Shaolin Temple in the past two hundred years. Three supernatural monks. It's just that there are rumors that his practice has gone crazy and his martial arts have long been abolished. Will he be the one in front of him?

The great monk looked at the King of the Golden Wheel, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and said: "Unexpectedly, there are still people in the martial arts who remember the poor monks, good and good."

Seeing that he admits that the expressions of the people in the inn are different, the guards such as Shenjian Baxiong grabbed their weapons and watched. The two elders Xuan Ming looked at each other and saw the other's cowardice. In recent years, King Golden Wheel Falun Gong has been the number one in martial arts in the world, and he has an expression of eagerness to try, but he is afraid that the first person in Xuancheng Shaolin Temple has been too famous for two hundred years, and he dare not act rashly.

"The first person in Shaolin martial arts in two hundred years?" Song Qingshu sneered in his heart, "I don't believe that he is better than the sweeper." The combination of Qiao Feng and Murongfu was really a bug in the bug. Song Qingshu naturally did not believe that this master Xuancheng would be more powerful than the sweeping monk.

"Xuancheng bald donkey, you chased me for thousands of miles along the way, what is it for!" Li Mochou said bitterly, unlike the silence of the rest of the people.

"Wonder girl, you are killing innocent people for misfortune, and the poor monk is just for the people. Originally, according to the poor monk's temperament, but the abbot brother was kind, ordered me to capture you back to Shaolin Temple, and the rest of my life thought about it. I allow you to escape several times, but this time it's up to you where to escape!" Grandmaster Xuan Cheng threw the stick to the ground, and the floor nearby shattered every inch.

These days Xuan Cheng has been chasing and killing Li Mochou. However, due to Xuanci’s decree, he was unable to kill many times, so that Li Mochou took the opportunity to escape with his wonderful light work, but Xuancheng’s internal skills are profound. Can always hang her from a distance. Although Li Mochou escaped temporarily, he couldn't get rid of him.

"There are so many unlucky people in the arena, I, Li Mochou, kill me if I want to kill. Can you help me with the smelly bald donkey?" Li Mochou showed no fear on his face, which made everyone in the inn admire him.

"Master Xuancheng, since you have old grievances, then our brothers don't mix up, Master, please do it yourself." The second old man Xuanming laughed, and quickly let go and returned to his teammates.

Xuan Cheng's eyes condensed, and the two old men in front of them were not good at first sight, but they should not be weak hands depending on their figure and the way of breathing, not to mention the tall and thin person next to them. The monk's depth is unfathomable, and Xuan Cheng doesn't want to branch out.

"Negligence! You killed dozens of lives in the 6 Zhanyuan family, and when you walked the rivers and lakes, you killed innocent people indiscriminately. Today, the poor monk walked the way for the sky!" Xuan Cheng looked at Li Mochou angrily and waved his Zen stick. Go to Li Mochou.

Song Qingshu in the distance could feel the innate qi above the stick, and was shocked: This great monk is known as the first person in the Shaolin Temple's two-hundred years of martial arts, but it is not all bragging. I am afraid that no one in the entire Shaolin Temple can use the magic wand. The law is so powerful.

Xuan Cheng's blow was so powerful that Li Mochou naturally didn't dare to take it hard. With a little toe, he flashed to the side. The tables and chairs where he was just now were quickly shattered by the Zen stick.

Xuan Cheng has fought against Li Mochou many times. She had expected her to have this trick. The heavy Zen stick seemed to be a psychic. With the help of the ground reaction force, it lightly flicked and pursued Li like a tarsal maggot. Mo worry and leave.

Li Mochou saw that there was no way to avoid it, waved the whisk and wrapped it on the Zen stick, and turned over and fell several feet away. The flexible and slender waist made a man in the field drool.

"Tsk tusk, it must be very cool." Lu Changke licked his lips and felt his body become hot, but he only dared to think about it in his heart if he angered the great monk again. It's an unnecessary trouble.

Li Mochou naturally didn't know the nasty thoughts in Lu Zhangke's heart. He looked at his trembling right hand with a pretty face. Although he escaped from Xuan Cheng's attack with skill just now, Xuan Cheng was also unambiguous, and the stick shook. There was an invisible qi, and the whisk was shaken to pieces. Although Li Mochou let go early, but the tiger's mouth was still numb, and he might not be able to fight again in a short time.

How could Li Mochou dare to love the battle, taking advantage of the distance from Xuancheng, he did not hesitate to transport the top Qing Gong of the Tomb Sect and fly out of the window.

Xuancheng martial arts is far higher than Li Mochou, and he has been deeply concerned about the opponent's escape from his own hands several times. He has already figured out how to deal with it. Seeing that Li Mochou flew far away, he transported ten successful powers to hold the Zen stick. Throwing past ~IndoMTL.com~ Accompanied by the harsh wind, the Zen stick came first. If Li Mochou continues to flee, he may not escape the fate of being hit by the Zen stick and severely injured.

Li Mochou also knows this, but she has been rampant in the arena for many years, relying on not only martial arts and poisonous needles, but also her top combat awareness. She understands that as long as she hides herself, although she can save her life, she will not He couldn't escape from Xuan Cheng's hands. If he could only spend his life in the temple, and think about it, it would be better than a hundred.

After weighing the pros and cons, Li Mochou decided to endure the blow of the Zen stick and take the opportunity to escape. He didn't avoid it, he just hit the true energy on his back and waited for the upcoming thunder blow.

Lu Zhangke took a deep breath. With his eyesight, he could see that Li Mochou and Xuancheng's skills differed greatly. Li Mochou was not lucky enough to receive this blow, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for it, so pitiful. A beautiful Taoist aunt died just like that. Of course, even if he had the heart to save him at this time, it was too late.

Zhao Min looked dignified on the side, and Hua Zheng was also unbearable, watching the tragedy.

Wow!

When the stick was about to hit Li Mochou's back, a chopstick was shot from somewhere and hit the stick. The chopsticks smashed immediately. However, the stick was affected by this and it also deviated from the target and rotated. Fly to the window.

Li Mochou saw that the Zen stick that was supposed to be behind him flew in front of him, Hua Rong turned pale, his toes were a little bit, and his figure abruptly stopped, an elegant turn and fell to the table next to Song Qingshu, looking at him in confusion. At the other side, I saw a handsome and handsome man drinking himself. The pair of chopsticks beside the bowl was missing one. I don't know what happened. He clasped his fists and thanked him: "Thank you for your help."

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