Bite his ears, the master wiped his sweat while picking up the important words, and Wu Ming nodded.

"So that's it." Wu Ming smiled and said white teeth.

"National Master, then I will also take the six abilities."

"Ask for the question." The national teacher solemnly spread his hands.

Wu Ming reached out and pulled a row of fakes and said, "National Master, you came to take the exam at the same time before, so I will take the exam as well."

"It's so wonderful." Although I don't know what Wu Ming's idea was, the national teacher still agreed readily.

Just kidding, I am a big shot! I’m not going to say no in front of a young man, wouldn’t it be a weak reputation!

Wu Ming scratched his head, "Master, do I use Sanskrit, Tubo or Mandarin?"

The national teacher smiled slightly, "Since I came to Dongtu, I naturally used the Central Plains Mandarin language."

Wu Ming stretched out his thumb and glanced at the red-robed monk standing in a row again. He sank his dantian, took a long breath, raised his left foot, stepped heavily, and posed in a sumo appearance.

A row of men in red robe quickly painted the gourd and stole the horse.

Wu Ming raised his palms high and over the top, drew Tai Chi on both sides, and followed his hands to slash his chest from his calf.

The whole room followed by a sound of pounding the chest.

After a long time no movement, Nan Fengning behind him couldn't help but glance at Wu Ming.

I saw the bad boy staring at the beautiful sky with his breasts rippling, his eyes were about to burst out!

‘Damn it!’ The newly-existed goodwill was overdrawn in an instant, and Nanfeng was furious. He was about to twist his ears, but the little slippery head was tricky again.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo..."

The tongue sucks back and forth, flexible like the clear waves of the red carpet, and it also seems like a whip and dances. You can even hear the sound of the tongue whipping the air with good ears!

The south wind condenses the tip of the ears and the heart can no longer have the idea of ​​pulling the ears.

Although the row of monks on the opposite side tried their best to curl their tongues and try to keep up with Wu Ming's frequency, the chaotic rhythm became more and more harsh and could not be covered by any means!

After a long time, the winner was gone. The monks clenched their fists and their eyes widened. They all looked like constipation, their faces were flushed, their bodies were sweating, their throats were smoked, and their tongues were stiff and they could make irons.

‘Hehe, my whole body has been transformed by spiritual energy, so don’t be too developed in the sublingual nerves!’

Suddenly, Wu Ming finally retracted his tongue into his stomach.

The monks of the red robe rolled their eyes and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the curse started again:

"A lama came to the west, carrying five kilograms of toad (flounder) in his hand, and a mute came to the east, with a trumpet on his waist;

The lama who was holding a toad in the west wanted to exchange the toad for the trumpet in the east;

The mute is unwilling to exchange the trumpet for the lama's toad, and the lama insists on changing the trumpet for the mute;

The lama swung the toad and sucked the trumpet and the mute. The mute took off the trumpet and hit the lama holding the toad. I don’t know if it was the lama holding the toad and sucked the toad, or the mute beat the lama holding the toad;

Lama stews the toad, the mute ticks and blows the trumpet!”

"Lama...the trumpet...the mute...the toad...ga-ga-ga-ga..." His tongue, which had been blowing hard for a long time, could no longer stand the torture, and they all went on strike with tears.

The saliva emperor had already finished his drooling, and he was fucking his throat and didn't scream. He rushed into his heart with anger and suddenly stood up: "I didn't snorkeling, no, I didn't sniff!"

"Hahaha..." The whole hall burst into laughter just by accident.

Wu Ming took advantage of the victory and pursued: "A thought of three thousand, have you thought about it?"

"No!"

"Mencius should not lie!"

"I drink and eat meat and have a bird's home!"

"One thought of heaven, one thought of hell, young man, I see that you have a clear bones, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, will become a great person in the future... You have to think clearly before you can talk!"

"Good! Good! Xiao Ling has other Zen opportunities in and out of fairy tales. In this game, I lost." I am worthy of being a middle-aged man in the Eight Divinity. If you lose, you will lose. You can take it and let it go.

After the cheers calmed down, Dojinba Zhong asked with a smile with a smile: "Will you take me to see the abbot of Mizuho?"

‘Young Master won two consecutive games, it’s enough to do it.’

Wu Ming was about to take advantage of the donkey, but unexpectedly, the saliva emperor, whose throat was slashed, screamed: "Another match!"

Before Wu Ming answered, the saliva emperor tore off his robe, revealing the majestic body of a mountain piled with black iron lumps. "All quarrels are men carrying loads. If you don't imitate me, we will see the heights of the fists and feet!"

"Will the literary fight be replaced by a martial fight? Amitabha, I will accompany you!" The monk who had just wrapped his arms in gauze was also impatient. Although he was completely defeated by the Tantric Master Seal, it was probably because he didn't know the details of the first fight. Again, he was very confident to use the marrow washing sutra to find the place!

After the monk said that, he stared at Wu Ming, as if he was waiting for his order. The monks of Jiming Temple also looked at him. The young man from the Fantianmen became the backbone of everyone in the field. Could it be that the saying: Can foreign monks recite scriptures?

‘Will you be killed instantly when you go again?’ Wu Ming rolled his eyes in an unknown way and glared at the monk.

"Cough cough!" Seeing Wu Ming coughing and taking two steps forward, the saliva emperor with a tendon body felt a little tight!

It's really a ghost! I was born with divine power and was able to tear tigers and leopards since I was a child. I have been killing people and setting fires all the way to this day, and I have never missed anyone!

Wu Ming glanced at his towering chest muscles and smiled and said, "Has he killed someone?"

"certainly!"

“Are there many?”

"I can't count it!" It's not like bragging.

"Then have you saved someone?"

"Save!" The saliva emperor pounded his chest hard.

"Does there be more people killed or saved?" Wu Ming continued to ask.

"To save people, we walk in hell with compassion!"

"Don't be rude! You don't have the heart of Buddha at all, how dare you compare to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?!" The grey-robed monk was angry.

The saliva laughed: "So my name is Di Ting!"

Damn, your name is Di Ting (the mount of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva), doesn’t it mean that your master is Ksitigarbha King?

The monks immediately turned their anger to the Tubo national master, and Xiaoqiang's younger brother sang a Buddha's name indifferently.

Wu Ming secretly flattered him, "The national teacher is the best in Buddhism and martial arts in the Western Regions, and I think this Ksitigarbha can do it."

"Gerong Sinla Wuga..."

It's really bad.

"Then Di Ting, what kind of martial arts do you use to fight against the enemy?"

“Tanish Mahashi Seal.”

"What kind of fire did you make?"

"Great Power Ganghuo!"

"How about this fire?"

"Unmensely powerful!"

"Can you compare the true fire of Samadhi?"

"Well... it's right!" After thinking about it, Di Ting finally became modest.

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile: "Can you compare to the fire of the Three Realms?"

Concubine Ming, who had been silently watching Wu Ming's every move, couldn't help but tremble in her heart, and simply pointed out, "Little Lingtong, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Oh...this is the case..." Wu Ming added fire and said that Master Mizuho was curing poison for himself.

Several gray-robed men behind him breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Ming said this to tactfully reveal the reason why Master Wuyin could not see guests. The truth is that the roll of the roll has left.

"So that's it..." The Tubo national master nodded slowly and stopped talking.

Concubine Ming glanced at him, turned to smile and said, "Little Lingtong, since Master Wuyin is not convenient to meet guests, how can I compare?"

Wu Ming subconsciously glanced at the burning clouds that were already covered with the sky, and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, I have a way to compromise..."
Chapter completed!