"Your skill is profound. I admire it very much. But what''s the difference between giving it to you and giving it to jiumo Zhi." Kuo Rong said.

    "I don''t need to use the strategy of driving the wolf and swallowing the tiger. It doesn''t work for me. It''s estimated that no one can practice a complete six pulse divine sword up to now. No one in your family can learn all the martial arts. It''s really incompetent, but it''s a pity that the martial arts created by our ancestors will be lost. Moreover, we are all Han people, which is better than giving them to Tubo." Yang Xuan murmured and bewitched.

    At this time, there were bursts of Sanskrit sound and the sound of magic tools outside the temple. It seemed that the pomp was quite big.

    Yang Xuan looked at the pomp of Jiu Mozhi. A real eminent monk with profound Buddhism would never have such pomp.

    "No withering, no glory, no fake, no emptiness." Hatoyama Zhiyi came in and looked modest. In fact, he was very arrogant and said the Zen meaning of withering and glory.

    The two sides began a war of words. It was obvious that Jiu Mozhi wanted the six pulse divine sword. Several monks were a little moved or withered. They didn''t practice their martial arts well. What''s the point of learning the martial arts added by others.

    Yang Xuan took advantage of the people''s war against Jiu Mozhi, immediately stopped withering, and took out the six pulse divine sword spectrum from the bottom of the table.

    "Learn."

    "Learning success."

    Yang Xuan immediately looked at it in silence. It turned out that the six pulse divine sword needed one Yang finger to practice to the level of four grades to start cultivation. Yang Xuan had a deep internal skill and could jump away from this step. Six pulse divine sword has six moves

    Right thumb - Taiyin lung Meridian - Shaoshang sword. Features: the sword road is vigorous, quite earth shaking, and the wind and rain is strong.

    Index finger of right hand - Yang Ming large intestine meridian - Shang Yang Sword. Features: clever, flexible and elusive.

    Middle finger of right hand - Jueyin pericardial meridian of hand - zhongchong sword. Features: large opening and closing, with great momentum.

    Ring finger of right hand - Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra - Guan Chongjian. Features: win with clumsiness and simplicity.

    Little finger of right hand - Heart Meridian of Shaoyin - shaochong sword. Features: light and quick.

    Little finger of left hand - Sun small intestine meridian of hand - Shaoze sword. Features: come and go, subtle changes.

    Feeling the six pulse divine sword on his body, Yang Xuan was speechless for a while. In fact, this script is not very powerful. It''s just about looking at people. It''s like buying a car with a turbine to pressurize. You have strong internal power. If you try it out, it''s just like a machine gun. On the contrary, if your internal power is flat, it''s difficult to practice.

    It is estimated that Duan Siping, the founding emperor, must have been gifted. He was far better at cultivating internal skills than ordinary people, so he could create such a martial arts relying on internal skills.

    "Master, I''ve finished reading the six pulse divine sword. Since I owe you a favor, wait for Jiu Mozhi, I''ll send it for you." Yang Xuan said to Kurong.

    Withered glory has no way. The form is stronger than people, and is this still people? I just read it and learned it.

    At this time, the Tianlong temple and jiumozhi failed miserably, and the internal forces of both sides shot in the direction of Yang Xuan and Kurong.

    Because everyone''s skill is penetrating, all Yang Xuan also took it a little more seriously, concentrated his internal power and the power of Qi and blood on his left hand, grabbed the burst internal power and "splashed", and the violent internal power disappeared in an instant.

    "Jiu Mozhi, I have guaranteed the Tianlong temple. If we don''t accept it, we can practice." Yang Xuan''s hands were rattling, and the meaning of the threat was unknown.

    How could Jiu Mozhi be scared and run away? After all, he is a national teacher of a country. He travels far and wide. According to his habitual thinking, he thinks that Yang Xuan has used some heretical Kung Fu to have such a shocking scene.

    "Without asking for advice, your excellency is surnamed Gao..." Jiu Mozhi didn''t finish reading the last word. His hands became very hot and cut off at Yang Xuan crazily.

    Yang Xuan was startled. After all, the first time he fought against an internal skill master, he was still a little negligent. After a while of dodging, his face suddenly hurt and his hand was touched. Sure enough, he was bleeding.

    When Yang Xuan touched his face, Jiu Mozhi was shocked and cut off with all his strength. Ordinary people had already separated their bodies, and Yang Xuan was only cut.

    "Dead monk, you''re dead. Shit, no one has hit me in the face except my father. Fuck you." Yang Xuan was angry for a while. Obviously, he was strong, but he was so careless that he was severely beaten in the face.

    While swearing, Yang Xuan attacked Jiu Mozhi with the Shaoshang sword and zhongchong sword of the six pulse divine sword. Although the six pulse divine sword can be used, Yang Xuan still likes to open up and shut down. Yang Xuan fought over, and Jiu Mozhi offset it with the wood burning knife method. Suddenly Yang Xuan sold a flaw. Jiu Mozhi was eager to win and began to accumulate strength to prepare for the last blow to Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan suddenly uses the Shaoze sword, which changes slightly. It refers to the shoulder of Jiu Mozhi, but it hits the joint of Jiu Mozhi''s leg. Jiu Mozhi''s joint is suddenly attacked and directly kneels to the ground. Yang Xuan runs behind Jiu Mozhi with Lingbo micro steps and reaches out to hold the back of Jiu Mozhi''s neck. Jiu Mozhi seems to be restrained.

    Yang Xuan couldn''t bear to see Jiu Mozhi being controlled. He knocked Jiu Mozhi''s head with his fingers for more than a dozen times before giving up.

    "Kui Rong, I''ve dealt with it. How about it?" After all, I owe someone a favor. Ask politely.

    "I haven''t asked your name yet." Withered glory said.

    "My name is Yang Xuan. Just say it." Yang Xuan was impatient.

    "Jiu Mozhi is the national teacher of Tubo. We must not die in Dali. Otherwise, once the war starts, life will be ruined." Kuo Rong said.

    "OK, who wants me to owe you a favor? I work for Yang Xuan. I just want to be at ease. After seeing your six pulse divine sword, I can make up my mind and help you." Yang Xuan turned to look at the quilt and said to Jiu Mozhi, "you are a good monk. What are you doing greedy for other people''s secrets? Do you know the three poisons of Buddhism? Greedy, angry and crazy, you can win it all."

    "I just have my own promise. I need to burn the six pulse divine sword spectrum in front of Mr. murongbo''s grave." Hatoyama struggled.

    "Psycho, your promise is too overbearing. Moreover, you really know whether you really want to learn the six pulse divine sword or not. I guess you just want to steal the six pulse divine sword under this excuse, right?" Yang Xuan flirted.

    "Nonsense, I don''t think king lunming of the Normal University of Tubo would do such a small thing." Hatoyama is unwilling to argue again.

    "You''re lucky. The people of Tianlong Temple pleaded for mercy today. You leave all your martial arts secrets and I''ll let you go." Yang xuandao.

    "Really?" Hatoyama Chi was not sure.

    "Nonsense, who wants you, smelly monk." Yang Xuan disliked the way.

    Hatoyama Chi reluctantly touched out the secret script of wood burning Sabre and said, "I''ve given it to you. Let me go."

    "You monk, don''t the Buddha blame you? It''s too insincere. Give me the little Wuxiang skill and the Dragon elephant Prajna skill." Yang Xuan asked loudly.

    "You, how do you know?" Hatoyama Chi stammered back as if he thought of something terrible.

    "Now the initiative is in my hand. Don''t talk nonsense. If you don''t pay, you''ll pick up your clothes and throw them into the brothel. Let all countries know that Tubo has a flower monk and national teacher." Yang Xuan thought of all kinds of torture ideas.

    The people of Tianlong temple were so cruel when they heard this. They didn''t kill too much. They insulted a face loving monk. Didn''t they want to kill him alive.

    Upon hearing this, Hatoyama Chi''s face was green. "Sir, I''ll take it and give you all the scripts."

    Yang Xuan took the script, patted Jiu Mozhi''s face and said, "it''s good to know so early. Alas, a good monk, greed, anger and madness are deeply poisoned. Let me help you resolve it." as soon as the voice fell, Yang Xuan absorbed Jiu Mozhi''s internal skills with Beiming magic skill.

    "Hua, Hua Gong." Hatoyama Chi said with a panic on his face.

    "Uncle Hua, can the great method of Hua Gong compare with my martial arts? Well, I don''t have any martial arts now. It''s good to go back and be an eminent monk. If one day I step into China again and do evil, I''ll kill you, you know?" Yang Xuan half threatened.

    If it weren''t for the sake of jiumozhi''s eyes, when jiumozhi went away, he directly sent Stana to rob and kill him halfway.

    If you put it back now, you will at least have a chance to be a Taoist monk. If Buddhism is too prosperous in a country, it will destroy the blood of the Chinese people, which is good for the great song dynasty.