Luo Zongwuba turned around and continued to walk towards Yuan Zhenzi.

Yuan Zhenzi said: "What conditions?"

If Longhu Mountain really had hope to avoid disaster, he certainly would not want to miss such an opportunity. But he also understood in his heart that Luo Zong Wuba's conditions were by no means a good thing.

Luo Zong Wuba said: "Just build the Sakyamuni Temple in the temple on top of the Sanqing Hall."

"What?"

"You monk is simply presumptuous!"

"I'm crazy!"

Before Yuan Zhenzi could speak, all the disciples of Longhu Mountain around him were already angry.

What is the Longhu Mountain built?

A practitioner of Taoism!

Now that Luo Zong Wuba actually asked them to worship Sakyamuni, wouldn’t this clearly mean that Longhu Mountain bowed down under the Yellow Sect?

This is simply an insult.

"Longhu Mountain can be destroyed, but the Heavenly Master cannot die..."

The words Zhang Tiandong said to him just now appeared in Yuan Zhenzi's head. If Longhu Mountain offered Sakyamuni to the Three Pure Ones, then the Heavenly Master would die.

However, the conditions offered by Luo Zongwuba made it difficult for him to refuse.

As long as Longhu Mountain can win, the Yuan army will go down the mountain, Longhu Mountain will be defeated and countless disciples will survive.

In the vast Dragon and Tiger Mountain, there are many disciples with profound martial arts. Can't you beat this Luo Zong Wuba?

Although the artistic conception that Luo Zong Wuba had just revealed was very strong, Yuan Zhenzi would never have the ambition of others and destroy his own majesty.

"Okay, I promised you."

After a few seconds of silence, Yuan Zhenko finally made a choice.

And his choice undoubtedly disappointed Zhang Kui Temple, and he hummed softly with a secret hatred in his heart.

Luo Zong Wuba took the golden bowl from his waist and smiled and said, "Which Taoist priest is here to give him advice?"

"I'll give it a try."

Qing Songzi spoke out and was about to walk forward immediately, but was grabbed by Qing Yunzi, "Senior brother, let me ask him for advice first."

Luo Zong Wuba is a disciple of the Dharma King, which is equivalent to a disciple of the "Qing Generation..." in Longhu Mountain. If you fight with him, it is naturally difficult for the ancestors of the Yuan generation, such as Yuan Zhenzi, to take action.

Qing Yunzi is already a top expert among the Qing generation.

Qing Songzi turned her head and looked at Yuanmako, who nodded slightly.

Qingyunzi walked forward with his sword, stood a few meters in front of Luo Zong Wuba, and bowed and said, "Qingyunzi, Longhu Mountain, please give me advice!"

"Amitabha."

Luo Zong Wuba returned a bow, holding a golden bowl in each hand, "Please make a move!"

Everyone around him stood a little further.

Qing Yunzi was not polite, and shouted softly, stepped on the seven-star steps and rushed towards Luo Zong Wuba. Before the person arrived, the sword intent was already rushing towards Luo Zong Wuba.

Great Yuan Realm!

As soon as he made a move, an extremely powerful aura spread around him, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swept with the wind.

Qing Yunzi took Luo Zong Wuba's face with a sword.

"Clang!"

However, Luo Zong Wuba did not move, and his feet seemed to be rooted on the ground.

It was not until the tip of Qingyunzi's long sword blinked to him that he suddenly raised his hand and two golden bowls collided heavily.

The deafening sound of the golden bowl.

Many Yuan soldiers and Taoist priests from Longhushan who were ten meters away were actually shaking.

People like Zhang Kuisi who were hollowed out by wine and sex even sat down on the ground with a pale complexion.

Qing Yunzi's expression changed drastically because after his long sword was clamped by the golden bowl, he tried his best and his internal energy surged wildly, but he could not pull it out.

As the fallen leaves flew, Qingyunzi's sleeves were swelling, which seemed to be amazing, but in fact, they were suppressed by Luo Zong Wuba who was still as motionless as a mountain in the fight.

Even if this monk is not in the True Martial Realm, he is probably not far away.

People who can't see the clues don't think anything is there, but people with high-sightedness, such as Yuan Mako, have ugly expressions.

Inside the thatched cottage, Zhang Tiandong, Zhao Dongting and others were also watching the two people fighting through the window.

Zhao Dongting couldn't see any clues, and only thought that Qing Yunzi and Luo Zong Wuba were fighting, but Zhang Tiandong sighed softly, "There are so many talented people in Tantric Buddhism..."

Hong Wutian, Mrs. Xu, Tie Liduan and the other two also had a heavy expression. Hong Wutian said, "If this monk has not done his best, it should be the Zhenwu realm of cultivation."

Even he arrived surprised.

With a grade like Luo Zong Wuba, who can achieve true martial arts, he is definitely a genius among geniuses.

The tiger father has no dog son, and the famous Dharma King in Zhongdu did not expect that he would have such a powerful disciple. It seems that the rise of the Huang Cult is not due to luck.

"Zhen Wu?"

Zhao Dongting was surprised when he heard Hong Wutian's words, "This monk has reached the Zhenwu realm? Can anyone in the temple beat him?"

This made him not care.

If Shakyamuni was offered to Mount Longhu, it would have a great impact on the entire south.

A complex look flashed in Zhang Tiandong's eyes, and he suddenly smiled, "Longhu Mountain... will not be defeated."

As he said that, he suddenly bowed to Zhao Dongting, "Your Majesty, dare to fight with me?"

"What does the Heavenly Master mean?"

Zhao Dongting was slightly stunned, and then suddenly realized, "Is it a merit now?"

"Um."

Zhang Tiandong nodded, "The emperor is my junior disciple, the Qing generation. After I have to pass on my skills, I can fight against this Luo Zong Wuba."

Zhao Dongting frowned slightly, "Is he possible in the Zhenwu Realm? Can I fight?"

In his opinion, even if Zhang Tiandong's cultivation level is passed down, he would not be able to grow so big, right? He could he directly break through from the Zhongyuan Realm to the Zhenwu Realm?

Zhang Tiandong chuckled softly and said, "I am not saying anything wrong, but I don't know if the emperor dares to take this risk."

Zhao Dongting did not dare to agree directly, "How many chances are there to succeed?"

"30%."

Zhang Tiandong raised three fingers.

Zhao Dongting was really embarrassed.

The probability of 30% is too low. He is unwilling to take such a risk because he still has to live.

At this time, Luo Zong Wuba and Qing Yunzi were still fighting outside the room.

But the Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain looked bad.

Qingyunzi just now had his long sword stuck for several seconds but could not be pulled out. Finally, it was Luo Zong Wuba who took the initiative to let go of the golden bowl, and he was able to withdraw, but he staggered back a few steps.

Even if you are a layman, you can see that he is no longer the upper hand.

After drawing the sword, although Qing Yunzi's figure was even more erratic, his green robe kept surrounding Luo Zong Wuba, and the sword light flashed, but it was always blocked by the golden bowl.

Luo Zongwuba had a peaceful smile on his face, and never moved his feet at all.

A pair of huge golden bowls blocked the left and right, blocking Qing Yunzi's various exquisite moves, as if they were effortless.

Qing Yunzi's face was rosy, which had already stimulated his internal energy to the extreme.

The dancing withered yellow leaves almost enveloped the two of them.
Chapter completed!