After performing more than fifty moves, Ah Zi was dripping with sweat, but Tang Xiaobao was still relaxed.
"You still want to fight?"
Tang Xiaobao whispered: "How long will this fight last?"
He was a little impatient.
If the fighting continues like this, it will either last a whole day, or Ah Zi will be exhausted to death.
Azi was also anxious and whispered: "But the master didn't let me stop."
"Just give up."
"She's going to punish me, how about you admit defeat?" Azi said carefully.
Tang Xiaobao was ashamed: "That won't work, forget it, let me do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaobao turned around, got behind Ah Zi, picked up his neck, and threw him towards Master Baiyun.
Azi's face turned pale with fright in mid-air, but when she landed, she was light and swaying slightly, and she didn't suffer any injuries.
In fact, everyone can see the result.
This A'Zi is no match for Tang Xiaobao, and Tang Xiaobao is deliberately letting things slip.
Ah Zi looked at Master Baiyun carefully and said, "Master, I——"
"Okay, it's quite good to be able to fight like this." Master Baiyun comforted him, with a smile on his face: "Your senior brother Feiyang was seriously injured. I am very pleased to be my master. Please step back."
sweat……
Master Baiyun's words shocked all the martial arts comrades present.
Is this okay?
Can it be compared like this?
So, wouldn’t your Emei sect still be famous?
Does this mean that Ah Zi is stronger than Yun Feiyang?
What nonsense!
Tang Xiaobao was also stunned.
Master Baiyun, madam, madam, are you so shameless?
In any case, the Emei faction sent people out to fight.
Taoist Master Xuanyun couldn't say anything else.
As a member of the martial arts world, everyone has done their best, and even turned a defeat into a victory.
What else can be said?
The Tang Sect has also gone to war and lost a master.
The remaining sects had no intention of taking action, nor did they express any dissatisfaction with Tang Xiaobao like before.
Taoist Master Xuanyun wanted to come out on his own, but felt that he had lost face. Moreover, he just discovered that he seemed to have difficulty in gathering his internal energy, as if he had been poisoned.
At this time, his expression was a little complicated, as if he had thought of something, and he glanced at the crazy Taoist next to him.
Unexpectedly, the crazy Taoist was also looking at him. When he saw him looking over, the crazy Taoist quickly looked away.
With his heart moving, Taoist Master Xuanyun was thoughtful, but his heart was extremely angry.
The crazy Taoist priest has been refusing to fight, and seems to want to see Taoist Xuanyun's jokes.
It was his apprentice who caused the incident, but now he has cleared it up, which makes Taoist Master Xuanyun very dissatisfied.
The two disciples of the crazy Taoist have stopped making noises now.
As for Wang Mao, his face had already become extremely ugly.
He never expected that Tang Xiaobao would be so powerful, defeating three masters of the younger generation in a row, and each of these three was much stronger than him.
The crazy Taoist has no secrets, but he has not received the true inheritance. He spends his time in the entertainment industry and covets all kinds of enjoyments. How can he concentrate on practicing martial arts? The gap with his peers naturally widens.
Tang Xiaobao was not in a hurry either.
I'm just here to cause trouble today.
He was waiting to see how these so-called martial arts sects would deal with it.
Finally, from the direction of Shaolin Temple, a sound of Buddha's name came.
Master Wuyu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, stood up, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said: "Donor of the Tang Dynasty, please forgive others if you can. I respect you as a man. It is better to dissolve enemies than to end them. If the Donor of the Tang Dynasty is willing to let things go and make things peaceful, I am willing to help Wulin."
Comrade apologizes, I am willing to deal with it, we can sit down and talk slowly, what do you think?"
Tang Xiaobao rolled his eyes: "I'm talking about monk, you still want me to apologize to you? Are you ruining your brain by chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha every day? I'm not wrong, why should I apologize to you?"
"Don't be rude!"
A monk jumped out and scolded him.
This monk has well-trained muscles. He is the guardian monk of the Shaolin Temple. He is the number one master of the younger generation. He is the first disciple of Master Wuyu. He has learned the essence of Shaolin martial arts and has a deep relationship between master and disciple.
I couldn't help but stand up.
Master Wuyu's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Wuneng, I taught you to have no desires and no demands. Do you still remember?"
"master!"
Wu Neng clasped his hands together and said, "My disciple is wrong."
Tang Xiaobao couldn't see the way these monks communicated with each other.
We are all human beings, and they obviously have seven emotions and six desires. It is too false to label yourself as an outsider and a master, as if you have really jumped out of the world of mortals.
There are many monks in society now, who travel from house to house, steal children, sell organs, forcibly make alms, and do all kinds of illegal things. They also keep claiming that they are Shaolin Temple monks.
Regardless of whether what these monks said was true or false, Tang Xiaobao felt that the Shaolin Temple was responsible for lax supervision, so he had no good impression of these monks at all. He couldn't help but attack them: "A few bald donkeys, don't pretend to be kind.
Either come out and defeat me, or just shut up, I don’t like to see your kind of fake mercy!”
"Donor Tang's words are wrong!" Master Wuyu remained unfazed.
Tang Xiaobao suddenly smiled, waved and said: "Monk, come here."
"What's the donor's advice?" Master Wuyu was stunned.
"Come here, I promise not to beat you to death. Let me beat you up, scold you for a while, and then shit and pee on your head. If you can still maintain this state, I will recognize you as an eminent monk. Otherwise, I will
Shut that stinky mouth of yours." Tang Xiaobao curled his lips and said.
Master Wuyu is considered a highly respected person in the martial arts world. Being humiliated by Tang Xiaobao naturally made many of his colleagues unhappy.
Master Wuyu's expression changed.
Obviously, he could not accept what Tang Xiaobao said.
Wu Neng, who was admitting his mistake just now, jumped out, clasped his hands together, knelt down, and bowed: "Abbott, Wu Neng invites you to fight."
Master Wuyu did not stop him this time and nodded.
He originally wanted to say something polite, but in the end he didn't dare to say it because he was afraid that Tang Xiaobao would attack him again.
Wu Neng stood up, got into a stance, and was about to fight Tang Xiaobao.
Tang Xiaobao looked contemptuous: "Come on, come on, monk, come here quickly!"
Wu Neng used the palm of his hand to worship the Buddha and called Tang Xiaobao.
At this time, he still talks about etiquette, which is quite hypocritical.
Tang Xiaobao dodged, got behind Wu Neng, and slapped Wu Neng on the forehead. Immediately, Wu Neng felt his scalp numb, and he leaned forward and turned around at the same time.
Oh, when he was clapping his hands, Tang Xiaobao was still talking.
"Damn bald donkey!"
Tang Xiaobao was not polite at all towards these monks. If he didn't like them subjectively, of course he wouldn't be polite.
Wu Neng's face turned red with anger and he punched again.
Tang Xiaobao still deployed his teleportation skills and reached Wu Neng's side again.
Snap!
He slapped the other person on the forehead and cursed: "Fake monk!"