If Meng Zhao guessed wrongly or said wrongly, it would be fine, but what he said was exactly the same as Juanpushi's thoughts.

It is a very common truth to know too many people and not be able to stay.

Therefore, King Gebu could no longer be calm. His thin body, under the blessing of the dragon-elephant's golden body, emitted a tiny light like gold, floating on the surface of his body like a golden flame. The surging qi and blood washed over his body, making a long roar like a dragon, with a huge momentum.

As his golden eyes burst out with a hot light like the sun, the fist seemed to carry one dragon elephant after another known for its great strength, and it was majestic and solid, directly crushing towards Meng Zhao.

Moreover, his offensive was not achieved overnight, but was connected with one punch, one punch faster than one punch, one punch, one punch, squeezing the space and exploding the air. Before the sharp roar was dispersed, it was blown away by the next punch wind.

An old monk who looks like a thin monkey has played the domineering and powerful boxing technique, which brings a great sense of contrast.

Even a arrogant and fierce strong man like Niu Dali had to take a breath and think to himself,

"What a fierce old monk. If I were an old bull, I wouldn't dare to take on this Wuhu boxing technique!"

Niu Dali claims to be strong in muscles and bones, and his body is as strong as iron, but he still dares not face the old monk's fierce power, which shows the fierce and powerful force of King Gebud.

The girl and the monk with a fat face showed no special emotions. They were both ordinary people of the sect and King Gebhud, and knew that with his magical power, it would not be too much of anger. This was just a test.

Faced with this fierce attack of the old monk who had been kind before and traced back to the Buddhist monk's fierce attack, Meng Zhao showed calmness and calmness.

Although he has not fought many times, he has experienced many masters, and his quality is excellent, and his knowledge is extraordinary. He even has mastered martial arts. Therefore, although the martial arts realm is still only a cycle of the world, he can be calm and not lose his advantage when facing masters of any level of innate level.

Earlier, he used the emperor's qi-seeking technique to peek at the old monk's qi and calculate the direction. Then, after he was behind his chest, he moved his body seven minutes to the southwest direction with slight indecision.

Although he was just a small move, he was proficient in the emperor's qi-seeking technique, which was enough to activate the power of heaven and earth. Therefore, the entire land seemed to be shaken by Meng Zhao's brief change in direction, and fell on a vein node of the earth in this land. The momentum was pressing, and the old monk's majestic power seemed to be weakened by this.

Then it was a very beautiful Liuyun Iron Sleeve method.

The long sleeves of the blue shirt he wore were rolled up like a sky curtain, and the condensed and mysterious energy was spread flat on the long sleeves of the blue shirt. The purple dimness was like the purple air of the morning sun, and it was indescribable. It was towards the heavy and powerful fist force like the heavy ancient sacred mountains.

Liuyun Tiexive is a very famous martial arts in Taoism, but it is not a profound and mysterious secret. Therefore, it was collected by Meng Zhao for a long time and studied it with Zhaotian Mirror. At the Inner Demon Meeting of the Bian Narcissus Palace, it was finally perfected.

At this time, it is very different from Meng Zhao's previous martial arts style. The Taoist rhyme flows, and there is no power of power at all. Instead, it is like clouds falling down in the sky, and is closed in the cuffs by Meng Zhao. It is flexible and flows, showing the longevity of Taoism's true skills.

The fist force rushed to the iron sleeves, thinking it was a shocking collision. However, the terrifying golden fist force that could smash the hills fell onto the long sleeves that Meng Zhao waved, like a mud cow entering the sea. No waves were raised, and it was blocked and swallowed, melted away, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this scene, the clean bottle in the hand of the goddess unconsciously made a tiny sound of overwhelming crumbs. The cherry mouth hidden under the veil couldn't help but widen, and she didn't expect Meng Zhao to deal with it so easily.

Not to mention him, even the vicious monk who looked very high and arrogant at the top of his body stared at his bronze bell-like eyes, unable to believe this fact.

The fist path that King Gebud had just taken was called Vajra Push Mountain, with great force and great strength. Especially with the dragon, elephant, golden body as its power to urge fortune, it was even more invincible and fierce.

If you are just strong, you will definitely use it all, which is not the best. The key is that the boxing force is strong on the outside and wonderful on the inside, and the inside contains nine tweak forces that change, collapse, pick, bounce, break...

It is not surprising that there are masters who resist it. After all, that is not the true strength of King Gebu, but it is unusual to block it so easily and even naturally, and he also became aware of Meng Zhao.

Yuan Bin was also very surprised. Although he guessed that Meng Zhao's martial arts should be better than Niu Dali, he could suppress his fierce and barbaric spirit, but he didn't expect that this young man was so skillful that he could even resist the Dharma King of the Common Divine Tribes. I don't know how he could teach such a hero.

King Gebba tried out the earth-shaking Vajra pushing the mountain. Seeing that the fist that could shatter the mountains was dissolved by the small sleeves, he was also shocked. His long white eyebrows trembled slightly, his golden eyes flashed, and his old voice sounded.

"The Taoist Liuyun Tiexiong Kungfu is still hiding the magic method of swallowing the magic. You are also a Buddhist essence. You are indeed a genius. The old monk is unwilling to kill a great man like you today, so that the martial arts fortune will be damaged. If you retreat, there will be a glimmer of hope."

Meng Zhao's performance is actually far less vigorous than when he was at the Demons in the Daffodil Palace. Even all kinds of Dharma images are vivid and natural, and he is talked about by the master.

However, the level of martial arts and martial arts he showed today is also quite outstanding, especially the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and demons that he has learned to accommodate the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and demons. You have me and I have you, and I have you, not split or irreconcilable, which is even better.

The more talents there are, the more prosperous the martial arts fortune will be. If the talents are lost, the martial arts fortune will wither, and then the martial arts will be lonely. If you want to return to ancient times, the martial arts prosperity in the Middle Ages will be far away.

The theory that martial arts fortune and talent are related to talent is not something that can be imagined out of thin air.

To give a more practical example, if a country has a war god, a war god, a killing god who is victorious in every battle, and its martial style and military style will inevitably prosper, there will be reasons for its luck to grow.

If such a war god, military god, and killing god are damaged, the martial style and military style of their country will inevitably be affected and will inevitably regress in a short period of time, because some people cannot be replaced easily, and one less may never be compensated for it.

The same is true for martial arts.

In fact, this old monk did not speak nonsense and blackmail Meng Zhao, but was really unwilling to kill such a talented person here.

After all, his cultivation level has reached the limit of the innate realm, and his combat power is second to none, with few people as well.
Chapter completed!