After fighting for more than fifty moves, Ah Zi was already sweating profusely, but Tang Xiaobao was still relaxed.
"Do you want to fight again?"
Tang Xiaobao whispered, "How long will this fight last?"
He was a little impatient.
If the fight goes on like this, it will either take the whole day or Ah Zi will be exhausted to death.
Ah Zi was also anxious and whispered, "But Master didn't let me stop."
"Just admit defeat."
"She wants to punish me, why don't you admit defeat?" A Zi said carefully.
Tang Xiaobao was ashamed: "That won't do. Forget it, I'll do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaobao turned around, stood behind A Zi, grabbed his neck and threw him towards Master Baiyun.
Ah Zi was so frightened that her face turned pale in mid-air, but when she landed, she was light and only shook slightly, without any injury.
In fact, everyone can see the result.
This A Zi is no match for Tang Xiaobao at all, and Tang Xiaobao is deliberately letting her win.
Ah Zi looked at Master Baiyun carefully and said, "Master, I——"
"Alright, being able to fight like this is already pretty good." Master Baiyun consoled him with a smile on her face. "Your Senior Brother Feiyang was seriously injured. I am very pleased. Please withdraw."
sweat……
Master Baiyun's words shocked all the fellow martial artists present.
Is this ok?
Can we compare it this way?
So, wouldn't your Emei Sect be glorious?
Does this mean that A Zi is stronger than Yun Feiyang?
What bullshit!
Tang Xiaobao was also stunned.
This Master Baiyun, she is so shameless, isn’t she?
No matter what, the Emei Sect did send people out to fight.
Taoist Xuanyun didn't know what to say.
As a member of the martial arts world, everyone has contributed, and they even turned a defeat into a victory.
What else can I say?
The Tang Sect had also participated in the battle and lost a master.
The remaining sects had no intention of taking action, nor did they express their dissatisfaction with Tang Xiaobao like they had before.
Taoist Master Xuanyun wanted to come out on his own, but he felt embarrassed. Moreover, he just discovered that he seemed to have difficulty 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. 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.
Taoist Xuanyun seemed to be thinking about something, but he was extremely angry in his heart.
The crazy Taoist priest has been unwilling to fight, as if he wants to make fun of Taoist priest Xuanyun.
The trouble was caused by his apprentice, but now he seems to be distancing himself from it, which makes Taoist Xuanyun very dissatisfied.
The two disciples of the crazy Taoist priest no longer shouted.
As for Wang Mao, his expression had already become extremely ugly.
He never expected that Tang Xiaobao was so powerful that he defeated three masters of the younger generation in a row, and each of these three was much stronger than him.
The Crazy Taoist did not hide his skills, but he did not receive the true teachings. He spent his time in the entertainment industry every day, pursuing all kinds of enjoyment. How could he concentrate on practicing martial arts? Naturally, the gap between him and his peers became wider and wider.
Tang Xiaobao was not in a hurry either.
I'm here to mess things up today.
He was waiting to see how these so-called martial arts sects would handle the situation.
Finally, a Buddhist chant was heard from the direction of Shaolin Temple.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Wu Yu, stood up, chanted a Buddhist chant, and said, "Donor Tang, please forgive others when you can. I respect you as a man. It's better to resolve a feud than to create one. If you are willing to settle the matter peacefully and apologize to your fellow martial artists, I am willing to mediate. We can sit down and talk slowly. What do you think?"
Tang Xiaobao rolled his eyes. "Monk, you're asking me to apologize to you? Have you ruined your brain from chanting sutras and praying to Buddha every day? I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize to you?"
"Don't be rude!"
A monk jumped out and scolded.
This monk has well-developed muscles. He is the Shaolin Temple's guardian monk and the best master of the younger generation. He is the first disciple of Master Wu Yu and has mastered the essence of Shaolin martial arts. The master and disciple have a very deep relationship, so he couldn't help but stand up at this time.
Master Wuyu's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "Wuneng, I taught you to be free from desire and demands. Do you still remember?"
"master!"
Wuneng clasped his hands together and said, "Disciple was wrong."
Tang Xiaobao couldn't stand the way these monks communicated with each other.
We are all human beings, and we clearly have seven emotions and six desires, but we insist on slandering ourselves as sages who have transcended the world, as if we have really escaped from the mundane world. How fake.
There are many monks in society today who go from house to house, steal children, sell organs, and beg for alms by force. They do many illegal things and still claim to be monks from Shaolin Temple.
Regardless of whether what these monks said was true or not, Tang Xiaobao felt that Shaolin Temple was responsible for lax supervision, so he had no good feelings towards these monks. He couldn't help but criticize them, "You bald donkeys, stop pretending to be merciful. Either come out and beat me, or just shut up. I hate seeing your fake mercy tricks the most!"
"Donor Tang, what you said is wrong!" Master Wu Yu remained calm.
Tang Xiaobao suddenly smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Monk, come here."
"What advice do you have for me, benefactor?" Master Wu Yu was stunned.
"Come here, I promise not to beat you to death. Let me beat you up, scold you, and then shit and pee on your head. If you can maintain this state, I will admit that you are an enlightened monk. Otherwise, shut your stinky mouth." Tang Xiaobao said with a sneer.
Master Wu Yu is a highly respected figure in the martial arts world, and being humiliated by Tang Xiaobao naturally caused dissatisfaction among many of his fellow practitioners.
Master Wu Yu's expression changed.
Obviously, he couldn't accept what Tang Xiaobao said.
Wuneng, who had just been admitting his mistake, jumped out, clasped his hands together, knelt down, and bowed: "Abbot, Wuneng invites you to fight."
Master Wu Yu 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 argue with him again.
Wuneng stood up, got into a stance, and was ready to fight Tang Xiaobao.
Tang Xiaobao said with disdain: "Come on, come on, monk, come here quickly!"
Wuneng slapped Tang Xiaobao with his palm.
It's hypocritical of him to still be polite at this time.
Tang Xiaobao flashed behind Wuneng and slapped him on the forehead. Wuneng felt his scalp tingling, and his body leaped forward and turned around at the same time.
Oh, while clapping, Tang Xiaobao's mouth was not idle.
"Damn bald ass!"
Tang Xiaobao was not polite at all towards these monks. He didn't like them subjectively, so of course he was not polite to them.
Wu Neng's face turned red with anger and he punched again.
Tang Xiaobao still used his teleportation skill and came to Wuneng's side again.
Bang!
He slapped the man on the forehead and cursed, "Fake monk!"
sweat……
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