Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

"When I get the Six Meridian Divine Sword, Dharma King Red Sun, Dharma King Golden Wheel, how can you compete with me?" Kumozhi squeezed his fist tightly, and snorted, "Tantong, or the strong one? Respect."

"Tubo national teacher, Dalun Ming King bows to him and asks the eminent monk of Tianlong Temple to give him a visit."

A Buddha's trumpet resounded for ten li, like a Western Sanskrit sound, and those who heard it were deafened, like a daigo.It is indeed a bit of a real skill that Kumar Wisdom was named one of the three kings of Tantric Buddhism.

"It should come, after all, it will come," Master Ku Rong pinched the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, everyone, follow me to meet the enemy."

Zhu Houzhao stopped in front of Master Ku Rong with a light hook on the corner of his mouth: "I'm just a mere Ku Rong, and I don't need Master Ku Rong to come forward. Since Hou Zhao has been taught by Dali Duan's method of Yiyang Finger, and he has to be favored by Sister Wan, then , Dali Duan's business is naturally a matter of Houzhao. King Dalun Ming, let Yuantu take over first! If Yuantu is defeated, it will not be too late for Master Ku Rong to take action."

After all, Zhu Houzhao didn't wait for Master Ku Rong to talk, he had already stepped out of Tianlong Temple, and walked towards Jiumazhi outside the temple with his head held high.

Behind him, Lin Yuantu wiped away a sweat, well, this time he has to work hard again.

However, Lin Yuantu was not a person who covets comfort in his bones. He felt the aura outside the temple. It was a strong aura, not inferior to himself in the slightest, and even pressed himself.

Lin Yuantu's sword was trembling, and his fighting intent rose uncontrollably.The duel of experts of the same level will always be the fastest way of cultivation, and Lin Yuantu is looking forward to it.

Zhu Houzhao had already walked out of Tianlong Temple.

He is dressed in white fur, and his clothes are windy. Although he does not look like a mountain or water, he naturally exudes a momentum, a royal power.

The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon, the technique of the emperor, could only be used for both cultivation and supplementation. Ever since he started cultivating the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon, Zhu Houzhao's temperament has subtly changed, and now he has already accumulated a considerable amount of power.

Ordinary timid people really can't stand Zhu Houzhao's light stare.

Jiu Mozhi's eyes moved to Zhu Houzhao's body.

"Donor, may I ask who you are..." Jiu Mozhi smiled slightly, like a master monk.

Zhu Houzhao slowly raised his head and looked at Jiu Mozhi who was sitting in the sedan chair, his pupils froze slightly: "It's better for the national teacher to get off the sedan chair and talk to me."

Jiu Mozhi was stunned: "Donor, you..."

Zhu Houzhao took two more steps: "I'm not used to looking up at others. If the national teacher doesn't get off the sedan chair, I can only drag you down."

The smile on Jiu Mozhi's face was slightly restrained: "Little donor, it's not good to make false statements."

Kumozhi was not yet angry, but the believers under the sedan could not bear the "guru" being insulted by this.

The first two of the four bearers rose up, one left and one right, and shot Zhu Houzhao directly: "The boy is arrogant, get down on your knees and ask the national teacher for forgiveness!"

Zhu Houzhao tickled the corner of his mouth: "Let me kneel down? Are you sure this bald donkey can afford it?"

As soon as the voice fell, a shadow suddenly shot out from behind Zhu Houzhao.

As soon as the sword light appeared, it was astonishing.

Blood light burst out, splashing seven steps.

The blood was in a line, and Lin Yuantu held Yitian in his hand. I don't know when, he had appeared behind Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao didn't even blink his eyes, looked at Lin Yuantu indifferently, and said, "Since the national teacher doesn't listen to advice, then Yuantu, you can drag him down to me!"

Chapter 0135 I want your flame knife

The monks carrying the sedan chairs were indeed quite good in internal strength. Even though the two sedan chairmen in the front had already been beheaded by Lin Yuantu, the two sedan chair sedan monks in the back still carried the sedan chairs stably without any shaking.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Jiu Mozhi's eyes narrowed slightly: "Donor, you have fallen into the devil's barrier by acting so recklessly."

"Could it be that King Ming still wants to subdue demons and subdue demons, can't he subdue me?"

Jiu Mozhi pinched the Buddha's name: "Donor, all living beings are equal, but you are so careless about people's lives, why don't you practice with the little monk for a period of time to eliminate your anger?"

Zhu Houzhao sneered: "King Ming, I'm here for your own good, do you know?"

Jiu Mozhi smiled slightly: "What's the explanation of the benefactor's words?"

"Fangcai, your bearer told me to kneel down," Zhu Houzhao's mouth twitched lightly, and there was a trace of murder in his eyes, "I believe that this is their own fault, not what Prince Ming intended. That's why Yuantu was asked to take care of Prince Ming. Those two blind guys, this is also to avoid misunderstanding between me and Duke Ming."

Jiu Mozhi's eyes narrowed slightly: "Although the two of them have had it, but the crime will not die, and the behavior of the donor is too cruel."

Zhu Houzhao shook his head and stopped explaining: "Forget it, it seems that King Ming is not ready to come down by himself, Yuantu, you should go and drag him down!"

Lin Yuantu nodded, and Yitianjian's edge was even more sharp: "Yes, Your Highness."

Jiu Mozhi's face changed, and the word "His Royal Highness" had already revealed too much information.

There is no prince in Dali, only the prince, and the prince is not qualified to be called His Highness.

That is to say, this swordsman is not Dali's trump card, and this young man in white fur will not be Dali's royal family.

Since it is not from Dali, then, what other country might it be His Highness!

Suddenly, a thought flashed in Jiu Mozhi's mind.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty is on a mission to the Song Dynasty to discuss cooperation and exchanges between the two countries."

Estimated according to the time, the prince should have arrived in Dali by now.

Drops of sweat oozed out of Jiu Mozhi's forehead, and the look in Zhu Houzhao's eyes was completely different.

"Could it be... Could it be that Your Excellency is, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Daming Empire," Kumozhi swallowed and asked.

At this time, Lin Yuantu had already brought out his sword.

"Knowing that it is His Royal Highness, how dare you sit on the sedan chair and talk? The way of death!"

Lin Yuantu's body began to slowly dissipate.