The champion of protecting flowers in modern times

His sharp eyes cut across the night like sharp knives, and the fierce aura broke through his body in an instant, surging through the entire room.

boom!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the young monk flew out and fell into a pool of blood.

"Shameless traitor! You actually imprisoned the abbot and uncle in a forbidden place! Damn it!" Monk Xixi's eyes were extremely cold, and he jumped up, staring at Monk Wulao for an instant.

"You're guarding against me?" Monk Wulao's expression was extremely cold at the moment, and he was surprised that Xie was not poisoned.

Xie Xie said coldly, "Master Uncle Abbot said that no one can be completely trusted on Mount Jiuhua today. It's a good thing, otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen into the trap of you old thief today."

"That old man actually taught his disciples to guard against me? Haha!" Monk Wulao laughed, and glanced sideways at Xiqiu, "Do you think you can still get out of this room?"

Although Xiong called Abbot Wuwu Master Uncle, it was because of his special status in Buddhism, as a reincarnated Arhat, no one in the world was qualified to be his master.However, he was brought up by Abbot Wuwu, and he has a deep affection. Although he is a teacher, uncle and nephew, he loves him like a father and son.

When 尜尜 heard with his own ears that the abbot's uncle was imprisoned in the dark and taboo place by the sanctimonious Wulao in front of him, his heart was burning with anger, and he wished to clean up the house immediately. Just the golden body of the Buddha, but the inheritance time of the Buddha Sword Immortal is still short, and it takes time to grow.

Monk Wulao is one of the most powerful men in Jiuhua Mountain. If he was the previous Qixiu, he might not be able to do three moves in the hands of Monk Wulao. Now that his strength has skyrocketed, facing a strong man like Monk Wulao, Xixiu still has no idea in his heart. Any assurance.

"Hmph! Don't you want to get the [Bodhisattva's Embryo Sutra]?" the voice of 尜尜 fell coldly.

Monk Wulao's face darkened, "What do you mean?" While speaking, his eyes turned to the stone tablet next to him.

The monk 尜尜 waved his sleeves in an instant, a gust of sharp wind passed by, and there was an instant bang.

Monk Wulao's pupils constricted suddenly, and he saw that the stele in front of him shattered into powder like tofu.

"This is just a substitute that I copied temporarily." Xiong looked at Wulao with a sneer. From the moment he learned that the abbot's uncle was "retreating", he had doubts in his heart, although he didn't dare I believe that Master Wu Lao, who is usually respected, will betray the abbot, but in the face of interests, human nature always becomes very fragile, and what Xixiu did tonight is a temptation.

In the end, it was the scene he was least willing to see...

Swish!

A sharp and extreme murderous intent covered him in an instant, and locked onto the monk Xiong fiercely, as if a sharp knife had already reached his neck, and there were bursts of coldness.

"Hand over the Sutra of Bodhisattva's Place in the Womb!" The voice was extremely cold, and Wulao's heart was a little confused at this moment. He thought that even if he saw through his plot, he would not be afraid. It's just killing people to silence them, but now, something happened, and I was put together by this little monk.

Xiong squinted his eyes and sneered, "Let the abbot and uncle go."

The two eyes met in the air, and there was a muffled sound instantly, and the surrounding chairs were instantly crushed to pieces by two invisible forces.

Do not give in to each other.

Although Monk Wulao's aura is domineering, the current Monk Xixi insists on standing firm and not retreating half a step.

For a moment, there was a trace of surprise in Monk Wulao's cold eyes, and he said slowly, "As expected, he is the most Buddha-like genius in Jiuhua Mountain, and he has made such rapid progress in a short period of time." Monk Wulao's eyes suddenly As soon as it lit up, it showed a bit of blazing heat, and he thought of a possibility, [Bodhisattva's Embryo Sutra]!Perhaps, this little monk has made such rapid progress because he obtained the [Bodhisattva's Embryo Sutra]...

The reincarnation of the monk Luohan, the golden body of the Buddha, and the inheritance of the "Buddha Sword Immortal", even in Jiuhua Mountain, is a huge secret. Apart from Qiqi, only Abbot Wuwu knows it.

"If you don't want to die, hand over the [Bodhisattva's Embryo Sutra]!" Monk Wu Lao's tone couldn't hold back a bit of impatience.

"Let the abbot and uncle go." Monk Xixi still said the same thing.

"Huh! You are stubborn!" As soon as the words fell, Monk Wulao's figure moved, and in an instant, a violent breath burst out, covering the entire room with palm prints all over the sky, and the fierce aura almost instantly made him cry. The monk felt like he was about to suffocate!

powerful!

After the monk 尜尜 stomped on his feet, the golden cassock all over his body lit up. Under the protection of the golden cicada cassock, he managed to stabilize his body just now. A bright golden light flashed by, and the Vajra Falling Magic Wand appeared, with the whistling sound of the wind , to meet the palm prints of Monk Wulao.

Facing the second strongest person in Mount Jiuhua, with his own strength, he could not fight at all. He immediately launched the strongest defense and the most fierce attack method. The divine soldier who recognized the master sacrificed, like riding the wind and waves, sniping at the terrifying and powerful palm print.

boom!boom!boom!

If this is the case, the strength of the two sides is too great. Monk Wulao's palm force directly broke, and the force dropped ten times.Although the golden cicada cassock resisted most of the attacks, there were still some strong forces rushing towards the dantian.

puff!

Monk 尜尜 coughed up blood, his figure flew out and hit the window hard.

"The poor monk will give you another chance." Monk Wulao looked down at Xiqi in a cold voice.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his figure slowly stood up again. With this blow, he completely felt the gap with Monk Wulao.He asked himself, if he gave himself another half a year, he would definitely be able to easily defeat the opponent. Unfortunately, now, he only has one night, and tomorrow is the start of the Dharma meeting!

He absolutely didn't want to see Jiuhua Mountain destroyed in one fell swoop.

"You dare to kill me?" Monk Xixi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked sharply at Wulao, and sneered.

If the other party didn't see the [Bodhisattva in the Womb Sutra] for a moment, he would never be willing to kill him!

"As long as you let the abbot and uncle go, I will present the [Bodhisattva's Embryo Sutra]."

Monk Wulao's eyes flickered coldly, "Do you think...you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

Indifferently, "Then you just kill me."

boom!

A fierce and terrifying aura like a violent storm came over, tightly enveloping the monk. The monk stepped back a few steps, leaned against the wall, and stabilized his body. His eyes were always sharp and firm.

"Good! Good boy!"

Monk Wulao laughed back in anger, and said in a soft voice, "After the poor monk captures you and tortures you, I want to see if you... are still so stubborn!"

His voice was low and low, "If you don't release the abbot and uncle before the Dharma meeting tomorrow, then... I will give the [Bodhisattva's Embryo Sutra] to the Three Great Sacred Mountains!"

As soon as the words fell, before Monk Wulao could react, Xie suddenly flipped his wrist, and two pitch-black marble-like beads appeared in the palm of his hand. He threw it forward suddenly, and a series of explosions erupted immediately. At the same time, a thick black fog rushed in, instantly blocking Monk Wulao's sight.

Monk Wulao thought inwardly, the palm wind blew again and again, the wind swept wildly, and the fierce palm rushed towards the direction of the window.He has already heard that monk Xie came out through the window!

He must not be allowed to escape!

Monk Wulao roared violently.

Swish!

The figure flashed out, and at this moment, a figure in front of him appeared out of thin air, and landed directly in front of the monk's fast-moving path. There was a bang, and the golden cicada cassock on the monk's body shone brightly. A surging force poured in and rushed straight to the internal organs.

boom!

There was a burst of blood, and the monk 尜尜 opened his mouth and vomited blood, and his figure was knocked back to the ground again.

In front of him, a sloppy Taoist figure stood with a smile on his face, looking at Monk Wulao from a distance, "Brother, you must be too careless."

Monk Wulao's face was gloomy and cold, and he stared at the monk who had fallen to the ground, and another wave of palms slammed into him with a bang, and his figure was thrown into the air. After rolling for a few meters, his body was covered in blood. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood continuously...

"Little bastard, you're still running!" Monk Wulao's tone was extremely ferocious.

He felt a burst of severe pain all over his body. At this moment, he struggled hard, looked at Monk Wulao, then glanced at the sloppy Taoist priest, and knew in his heart that he had no chance of escape.

but……

Absolutely can't sit still.

For the uncle abbot.

For Mount Jiuhua.

Be more selfish, for yourself.

He can't let the other party slaughter him!

A look of hesitation appeared in the eyes of the monk, and after a slight tremor, his fingers moved lightly, as if a very inadvertent movement, pressed between his thighs, as if he wanted to use his strength to stand up...

Monk Wulao was already side by side with the sloppy Taoist priest at this time, and the two looked at Monk Xixi's 'struggle' with contempt and indifference.

They didn't know that at this moment, Monk Xiji was asking for help!

At this time, the only one who can save me... is the boss!

Although the distant water may not be able to save the near fire, but this is the last hope of monk Xixi!

Without the other party noticing, 尜尜 resisted the severe pain all over his body and dialed Henry Zhang's phone...

At this moment, far away in the capital, the highly anticipated challenge competition in the calligraphy and painting circles, the fierce collision of different cultures across the two countries, the East and the West, is going on under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes.

Henry Zhang, like everyone else, stood quietly watching from a distance.

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the pocket.

Henry Zhang was stunned, but still took out his mobile phone, glanced at the screen, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

尜尜?

Didn't he already return to Mount Jiuhua, why...

Henry Zhang's figure stepped back quietly, went to an inconspicuous place on the side of the stage, and connected the phone.

"尜..." Henry Zhang's voice stopped abruptly, and a sharp cold light flashed across his eyes in an instant, because at the moment he connected the phone, he heard a cold and angry roar, "Little bastard, don't hand over your money again!" [Bodhisattva in the Womb Sutra], I will let you be devoured by thousands of ants and die!!!!"

尜尜 is in danger!

Henry Zhang tensed his nerves in an instant, and asked quickly, "尜尜, what happened?"

There was no answer from Monk Xie, but for a moment, Henry Zhang heard the voice of Xie on the phone, and his tone could not hide his seriously injured body, "Wu Lao! You old thief! Jiuhua Mountain is not you who can act recklessly The place! You will definitely suffer retribution!"

Wu Lao!

Jiuhua mountain!

Henry Zhang's eyes were full of anger in an instant!